09-27-2026, 11:08 AM
(This post was last modified: 09-28-2026, 12:55 PM by Shadowmere.)
nobody knows your meloncholy mind, little queen
She figured this jaunt would be like the rest, uneventful and dull...but she noticed the forest grow silent before she heard the voice. Something wicked this way comes, and she was ready for it. Nadja's green eyes lit with a moment of surprise and anxiety as the stranger's foreign salt and sea scent mingled with blood struck her flared nostrils, but quickly mirrored her mother's calm yet strong demeanor in the face of potential danger. She received the true answer to her question now. The matching silver black pair, one a miniature mirror of the other but sporting a thin mane and premature nubs of spiraled bone where horns would be atop her fine head, stood with heads held high in a stance that exuded regality and unwavering boldness. Shadowmere's aura of glittering night coiled up from around her hooves, reaching and clawing at her and the air around them like a living, starving thing.
The stranger's words dripped from a blood stained maw that had Nadja fighting to keep her composure, but Shadowmere only eyed the silvery female with mild interest. The dark queen huffed with amusement and swished her long tail of spider silk white in an fluid motion that oozed easy confidence, she had been alive for several lifetimes over, had seen and witnessed more carnage and strange beasts than one could see in a normal mortal's lifespan. This bloodied mare did not scare her, she was more so intrigued by her than anything. Her voice was gravely and low, the corner of her lips curled in a crooked smile that did not meet her inky eyes. Indeed...and when that being unknown to us appears from shadow of the pines, we do not cower or flee. We face it head on, child., Nadja did not take her eyes off the newcomer, now glittering with a burning natural malice and pride that had Shadowmere feel a pinch of satisfaction. This child was unlike many of her prior daughters...she was like her in many ways, almost as if she had spliced herself into something alike yet new. She only flicked her eyes to the yearling for a split second, but was soon back to sizing up the silvery bay with a curiosity.
"Now tell me stranger, what brings you to The Chamber?, she says as she slowly prowled her way around the newcomer, like a predator stalking its prey. Her crown of bones and thorn rattling against her spiraling black horns with each calculated step. Nadja only watched in awe, not moving a muscle as she saw her mother in a new light. In her young eyes this was a true, fearless queen. One worthy of The Chamber's throne of which had been lacking of strong leadership ever since it's return from cataclysmic ruin. The dark queen was ready to not only defend this place, but sought to fill it with strong, fearless bodies. Build the kingdom back to it's former self, alive and chaotic. A place once known as an unrelenting force amongst the kingdoms of Beqanna that she wished to see again, and to be the one to finally lead it to that former glory. This one seemed a possible candidate for recruitment, seeing as she was painted with blood already. The metallic scent of it a comfort to the dark queen, who had relished in her fair share of bloodshed. Maybe this one could prove a valuable addition should they be looking for a place to call home...
The stranger's words dripped from a blood stained maw that had Nadja fighting to keep her composure, but Shadowmere only eyed the silvery female with mild interest. The dark queen huffed with amusement and swished her long tail of spider silk white in an fluid motion that oozed easy confidence, she had been alive for several lifetimes over, had seen and witnessed more carnage and strange beasts than one could see in a normal mortal's lifespan. This bloodied mare did not scare her, she was more so intrigued by her than anything. Her voice was gravely and low, the corner of her lips curled in a crooked smile that did not meet her inky eyes. Indeed...and when that being unknown to us appears from shadow of the pines, we do not cower or flee. We face it head on, child., Nadja did not take her eyes off the newcomer, now glittering with a burning natural malice and pride that had Shadowmere feel a pinch of satisfaction. This child was unlike many of her prior daughters...she was like her in many ways, almost as if she had spliced herself into something alike yet new. She only flicked her eyes to the yearling for a split second, but was soon back to sizing up the silvery bay with a curiosity.
"Now tell me stranger, what brings you to The Chamber?, she says as she slowly prowled her way around the newcomer, like a predator stalking its prey. Her crown of bones and thorn rattling against her spiraling black horns with each calculated step. Nadja only watched in awe, not moving a muscle as she saw her mother in a new light. In her young eyes this was a true, fearless queen. One worthy of The Chamber's throne of which had been lacking of strong leadership ever since it's return from cataclysmic ruin. The dark queen was ready to not only defend this place, but sought to fill it with strong, fearless bodies. Build the kingdom back to it's former self, alive and chaotic. A place once known as an unrelenting force amongst the kingdoms of Beqanna that she wished to see again, and to be the one to finally lead it to that former glory. This one seemed a possible candidate for recruitment, seeing as she was painted with blood already. The metallic scent of it a comfort to the dark queen, who had relished in her fair share of bloodshed. Maybe this one could prove a valuable addition should they be looking for a place to call home...
shadowmere
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Sol OOC: Sorry I am rusty hahaha