10-01-2026, 09:35 PM
nobody knows your meloncholy mind, little queen
She remembered the names, their faces. She had known the Chamber then, when it was thriving and held under royals both ruthless and great. She wanted what they had, the power, the command, the armies who would burn the land to the ground at her call. She could see this one was most definitely fearless, and with a lineage such as that, the Chamber was in their blood. "You have quite the grand lineage, I remember your ancestors well., she said with a look of intrigue, assessing this mare's potential. The names brought her back, remembering what was and what could have been...had the cataclysm not ripped the lands apart like a raging beast. This new Chamber was strange...while it was still the Chamber, it felt like a shell of the former. She couldn't stand it any longer.
When the bloodied woman speaks again, the dark queen couldn't help a rasping laugh that seemed to echo through the space. Nadja's eyes were wide now, trying hard not to break composure at what she considered a threat. She would not falter, it was as her mother said...she was an example. But Shadowmere did not balk, she only eyed the woman in consideration...she spoke only truth. Not many of the residents wanted to step forward to be her Shadowsingers when she first addressed her kingdom as their queen though they did not oppose her. No, they only wished to live here in peace. There was only so much Havelock could do as a solo shapeshifting guard. She felt ire, but only for how soft and complacent her court had become in this era of quiet peace. It was true, if this mare had come through these woods to tear her down, the residents had no true safety without warriors to defend them. She considered her words, her dark eyes glittering like the aura of night that surrounded her. "You speak true. Though, I know not how you know but with the Chamber etched in your blood I have no doubt you could tear through our enemies as well as you could try tearing through an immortal...I like your drive., she said with a gnarled smile tugging at the corners of her scarred black velvet lips.
This woman's faith in her leadership only fueled her desire for power, to lead this land back to glory. She would finally be like the queens she envied through many lifetimes. "Well then, welcome home Shadowsworn...I expect will not let me down. Now we just need more warriors and spies...would you be willing to help train new blood should we recruit others?, she said in a smooth tone, her body still locked in a stance of bold determination. This was only the beginning, and she knew it was coming. She felt it in her bones, there had been too much lazing and complacency amongst the residents. This was what she needed. Now they just needed to gather more who would be willing to become her Shadowsworn...as well as Shadowsingers. She would restore the kingdom, no matter how long it took.
"Oh and by the way, the name is Shadowmere. We are finished our sweep of the borders, you can come with us to meet the others if you'd like. See the land of your ancestors..., with that, she turned on her haunches in one smooth motion that betrayed her otherwise angular and gaunt body and headed back toward the heart of their home. She did not look back, and swept past her daughter who only stood there for a few moments looking between the new Shadowsworn and her mother with a slightly mistrustful expression before she too swept after Shadowmere with a swiftness. If the mare chose to follow, that was her choice.
When the bloodied woman speaks again, the dark queen couldn't help a rasping laugh that seemed to echo through the space. Nadja's eyes were wide now, trying hard not to break composure at what she considered a threat. She would not falter, it was as her mother said...she was an example. But Shadowmere did not balk, she only eyed the woman in consideration...she spoke only truth. Not many of the residents wanted to step forward to be her Shadowsingers when she first addressed her kingdom as their queen though they did not oppose her. No, they only wished to live here in peace. There was only so much Havelock could do as a solo shapeshifting guard. She felt ire, but only for how soft and complacent her court had become in this era of quiet peace. It was true, if this mare had come through these woods to tear her down, the residents had no true safety without warriors to defend them. She considered her words, her dark eyes glittering like the aura of night that surrounded her. "You speak true. Though, I know not how you know but with the Chamber etched in your blood I have no doubt you could tear through our enemies as well as you could try tearing through an immortal...I like your drive., she said with a gnarled smile tugging at the corners of her scarred black velvet lips.
This woman's faith in her leadership only fueled her desire for power, to lead this land back to glory. She would finally be like the queens she envied through many lifetimes. "Well then, welcome home Shadowsworn...I expect will not let me down. Now we just need more warriors and spies...would you be willing to help train new blood should we recruit others?, she said in a smooth tone, her body still locked in a stance of bold determination. This was only the beginning, and she knew it was coming. She felt it in her bones, there had been too much lazing and complacency amongst the residents. This was what she needed. Now they just needed to gather more who would be willing to become her Shadowsworn...as well as Shadowsingers. She would restore the kingdom, no matter how long it took.
"Oh and by the way, the name is Shadowmere. We are finished our sweep of the borders, you can come with us to meet the others if you'd like. See the land of your ancestors..., with that, she turned on her haunches in one smooth motion that betrayed her otherwise angular and gaunt body and headed back toward the heart of their home. She did not look back, and swept past her daughter who only stood there for a few moments looking between the new Shadowsworn and her mother with a slightly mistrustful expression before she too swept after Shadowmere with a swiftness. If the mare chose to follow, that was her choice.
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Sol