Shadowmere
09-06-2025, 09:35 AM
(This post was last modified: 09-06-2025, 09:56 AM by Shadowmere.)
I’ve bled for less, for sure, then best…
The sunrise bled into the sky casting the land in a reddish glow, the snow glittering like embers. Shadowmere stood alone in the moorland clearing, having been the only soul to pass through the land in days. She wondered why the Chamber was so quiet, remembering its glory days over a century ago. Bustling with souls, ambitious and bloodthirsty. What a time to be alive. She had been there to see the reign of Starlace, Infection, all the way up until the rising the the raven queen, Straia, and Killdare. She had escaped the pines and watched it fall into ruin as Beqanna swallowed the lands she once knew so well. She had to navigate a new and broken world, all the while having her heart yearn for the home she once knew. Even though she had left to stay in the Forsaken Valley, her heart was still devoted to the Chamber. When Straia emerged to bring forth a new era of the Chamber, Shadowmere was both eager yet hesitant to return, not knowing if it would still be like the old land of pine and blood that she held so dear to her dark heart. It was only recently she finally returned, but was met with silence and cold.
Left to her thoughts, she stared off into the empty land with a pang of loneliness in her heart, a feeling so new and unfamiliar to the dark mother that it made her chest ache. A still world, frozen, and she felt so trapped despite being in a land so vast. Though the silence was broken by a familiar voice on the wind that turned her melancholy to hostility. She snaked her neck toward the call, her inky glare burning as she bore down upon the stallion, plowing through the snow drifts until she was a mere inch from his face. YOU! Why are you here!? You left me like all the others!, she shrieked furiously, her eyes wild. He didn’t balk, he only stood his ground and looked down his nose at her with pity in his eyes. Pity? She shrieked again, TRAITOR! WEAKLING! WORTHLESS, THE LOT OF YOU! You dane to look down on me with what? PITY!? HOW DARE YOU, HAVELOCK! WHEN YOU LEFT ME LIKE NAGA AND TOOK YOUR SISTER WITH YOU!, her heart was pounding and her memory was twisting. She claimed to despise her children, claimed they were not worthy of her, but deep down in her blacked heart was a twisted love that was straining to break to the surface. She drew back her horned head and struck at him, snapping her teeth at his face. He was no longer the meek colt she had reared up, but she could not help but revert to her old habits, trying to break him down with poisoned words and physical threat. Yet he only remained pinned to his post, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of frustration and sadness and it only made her more furious.
Left to her thoughts, she stared off into the empty land with a pang of loneliness in her heart, a feeling so new and unfamiliar to the dark mother that it made her chest ache. A still world, frozen, and she felt so trapped despite being in a land so vast. Though the silence was broken by a familiar voice on the wind that turned her melancholy to hostility. She snaked her neck toward the call, her inky glare burning as she bore down upon the stallion, plowing through the snow drifts until she was a mere inch from his face. YOU! Why are you here!? You left me like all the others!, she shrieked furiously, her eyes wild. He didn’t balk, he only stood his ground and looked down his nose at her with pity in his eyes. Pity? She shrieked again, TRAITOR! WEAKLING! WORTHLESS, THE LOT OF YOU! You dane to look down on me with what? PITY!? HOW DARE YOU, HAVELOCK! WHEN YOU LEFT ME LIKE NAGA AND TOOK YOUR SISTER WITH YOU!, her heart was pounding and her memory was twisting. She claimed to despise her children, claimed they were not worthy of her, but deep down in her blacked heart was a twisted love that was straining to break to the surface. She drew back her horned head and struck at him, snapping her teeth at his face. He was no longer the meek colt she had reared up, but she could not help but revert to her old habits, trying to break him down with poisoned words and physical threat. Yet he only remained pinned to his post, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of frustration and sadness and it only made her more furious.
~ s h a d o w m e r e