09-10-2021, 11:31 PM
Things were exactly as she had feared. Worse than what she could’ve imagined. Cheri knew that for some, it seemed like her head was just as full of crystals as her face was - that was their assumption. Once upon a time she was certain Obscene had thought the same thing. But they weren’t there during the days she built herself into what she was now. They hadn’t seen her craft a reputation brick-by-brick, stone-by-stone until her bridges spanned a continent. She wasn’t an idiot to assume that every high road she took led to better outcomes, but Cheri had chosen her path carefully. Not run down it full steam ahead, like some.
Maybe it was the way he’d said it: so plainly, like talking about a nice bath he’d given himself last full moon or something. We have Gale and Mazikeen’s daughter.
Casually, very straightforward. As if harboring the child of Beqanna’s most notorious criminals wasn’t highly dangerous and cause for instant, vengeful retaliation. Maybe that’s why she cracked.
Or maybe it was because Cheri realized that all it took for her years of hard work to come tilting sideways was one moronic stallion.
Her bones began to quiver.
Obscene just kept talking, though. It was as if his confessions were pouring out like the rain, unstoppable and constantly pelting against their hides. One word after the other spewed out of him and the more he talked, the more Cheri could feel the vibrations expanding out from the core of her being. She was trying not to, but she couldn’t stop from feeling absolute fury at his repeated mistakes, all done underneath Oceane’s nose. Queen Oceane - who’d harbored and allowed their antics with dreams of bringing something fresh to excite the Southern court. Now Cheri was learning that instead she’d invited vipers.
Her body shook.
The rain pelted slower and slower, Obscene smiled his broken smile and hid his fears behind a well-intentioned glance towards the hazy winter fields beyond, and Cheri was busy controlling her breath. It didn’t help; fury won out in the end.
For just the fraction of a second the rain stopped entirely, frozen in midair all around them, and then it very slowly reversed. Countless, tiny, perfect little droplets all rising from the ground and rolling up into the sky instead of down, until even the water soaked into the earth and absorbed into the sea started falling backwards as well. Meanwhile, Cheri’s eyes filled themselves with an eerie green light and the air around her faintly hummed with dangerous energy. The colorful strands of her mane and tail, soaked through by the unexpected downpour, lifted from where they hung and floated up too, ghostly vestiges of her increasing surge of power.
“Fool.” She boomed. “You would gamble the lives of us all against your ego.” Not a question - a fact.
Up and up the rain poured, while at the center stood Cheri. The pegasus mare with a forehead full of stones looked terrifying in her glory, surrounded by an aura of pure light; it seemed her fury had manifested, thanks to Obscene. Like Sorren, he too had triggered a response and the result was just as radical and uncontrolled as every other random event that had begun to occur to her. She wasn’t at will to stop it, nor was she entirely sure she wanted to. Inside she felt terrified, thrilled. Outside she looked like a vengeful demigoddess.
“You better not have split a single hair on that child’s hide, Obscene.” The spirit mare warned.
Maybe it was the way he’d said it: so plainly, like talking about a nice bath he’d given himself last full moon or something. We have Gale and Mazikeen’s daughter.
Casually, very straightforward. As if harboring the child of Beqanna’s most notorious criminals wasn’t highly dangerous and cause for instant, vengeful retaliation. Maybe that’s why she cracked.
Or maybe it was because Cheri realized that all it took for her years of hard work to come tilting sideways was one moronic stallion.
Her bones began to quiver.
Obscene just kept talking, though. It was as if his confessions were pouring out like the rain, unstoppable and constantly pelting against their hides. One word after the other spewed out of him and the more he talked, the more Cheri could feel the vibrations expanding out from the core of her being. She was trying not to, but she couldn’t stop from feeling absolute fury at his repeated mistakes, all done underneath Oceane’s nose. Queen Oceane - who’d harbored and allowed their antics with dreams of bringing something fresh to excite the Southern court. Now Cheri was learning that instead she’d invited vipers.
Her body shook.
The rain pelted slower and slower, Obscene smiled his broken smile and hid his fears behind a well-intentioned glance towards the hazy winter fields beyond, and Cheri was busy controlling her breath. It didn’t help; fury won out in the end.
For just the fraction of a second the rain stopped entirely, frozen in midair all around them, and then it very slowly reversed. Countless, tiny, perfect little droplets all rising from the ground and rolling up into the sky instead of down, until even the water soaked into the earth and absorbed into the sea started falling backwards as well. Meanwhile, Cheri’s eyes filled themselves with an eerie green light and the air around her faintly hummed with dangerous energy. The colorful strands of her mane and tail, soaked through by the unexpected downpour, lifted from where they hung and floated up too, ghostly vestiges of her increasing surge of power.
“Fool.” She boomed. “You would gamble the lives of us all against your ego.” Not a question - a fact.
Up and up the rain poured, while at the center stood Cheri. The pegasus mare with a forehead full of stones looked terrifying in her glory, surrounded by an aura of pure light; it seemed her fury had manifested, thanks to Obscene. Like Sorren, he too had triggered a response and the result was just as radical and uncontrolled as every other random event that had begun to occur to her. She wasn’t at will to stop it, nor was she entirely sure she wanted to. Inside she felt terrified, thrilled. Outside she looked like a vengeful demigoddess.
“You better not have split a single hair on that child’s hide, Obscene.” The spirit mare warned.
@Obscene