03-03-2022, 07:46 PM
I see us written in the Stars
The mountain of responsibility before them looked unconquerable to the untrained eye. It was a vast and arduous task they’d set themselves to. There were years to be made up, alliances lost that must be regained, numbers diminished that needed restoring; not to mention the absence of the loved ones still felt by all three parties.
Obscene, Cheri, and Aela were up to the challenge.
Were it any other horse, the idea might be unfathomable. To rebuild an Empire from the ground up was total insanity, but then again none of the three characters involved in this scheme had ever been considered steady-minded. They were driven, powerful, and most importantly immortal: each one complimenting the other to make a deadly and formidable team. An unlikely team, sure … but still a team.
True to their convictions, the first move on the chessboard had been made. There wasn’t any opposition to their takeover yet, (Cheri suspected there wouldn’t be) and the trio had made quite an entrance back into the world of politics during Obscene’s takeover, but now the time for dramatic action was done. A more steady plan needed to be made and followed through, which is exactly what brought Cheri to the Fae Prince’s side that evening.
Still warm from the afterglow of their encounter by the River, Ob’s mistress had kept close to the black and gold stallion. Aela, never one to be tied down to any one thing or place, was probably off on another adventure of importance. It was no secret that her love for the redwoods and their impermeable mists went only as far as necessity demanded.
“Does it feel good to have a title back?” Cheri wanted to know, joining him as she often did during twilight hours. For him she had the faintest of smiles, almost demure but certainly teasing. She pressed her mouth against his skin and let it linger there, happily.
In her thoughts were many things, Obsidio being the most pressing. She wanted desperately to ask if there was any news, any word from Aela or someone he’d come across about the colt. She knew he must be constantly chewing at the worry, even if it wasn’t so obvious to others. Obscene had always been a master at concealing his plans, his feelings.
That didn’t mean they didn’t exist.
Obscene, Cheri, and Aela were up to the challenge.
Were it any other horse, the idea might be unfathomable. To rebuild an Empire from the ground up was total insanity, but then again none of the three characters involved in this scheme had ever been considered steady-minded. They were driven, powerful, and most importantly immortal: each one complimenting the other to make a deadly and formidable team. An unlikely team, sure … but still a team.
True to their convictions, the first move on the chessboard had been made. There wasn’t any opposition to their takeover yet, (Cheri suspected there wouldn’t be) and the trio had made quite an entrance back into the world of politics during Obscene’s takeover, but now the time for dramatic action was done. A more steady plan needed to be made and followed through, which is exactly what brought Cheri to the Fae Prince’s side that evening.
Still warm from the afterglow of their encounter by the River, Ob’s mistress had kept close to the black and gold stallion. Aela, never one to be tied down to any one thing or place, was probably off on another adventure of importance. It was no secret that her love for the redwoods and their impermeable mists went only as far as necessity demanded.
“Does it feel good to have a title back?” Cheri wanted to know, joining him as she often did during twilight hours. For him she had the faintest of smiles, almost demure but certainly teasing. She pressed her mouth against his skin and let it linger there, happily.
In her thoughts were many things, Obsidio being the most pressing. She wanted desperately to ask if there was any news, any word from Aela or someone he’d come across about the colt. She knew he must be constantly chewing at the worry, even if it wasn’t so obvious to others. Obscene had always been a master at concealing his plans, his feelings.
That didn’t mean they didn’t exist.
@Obscene