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 Posted: Tue Jun 25, 2013 3:46 am
Flinching from the unexpected buffet of wings in her face, she was already off balance when Eva tangled her tail around a leg and pulled. She toppled to the ground with enough force to daze her briefly.
She made to stand up again but found that her ankle was throbbing and it sent a stab of pain all up her leg when she tried to put weight on it. She glared up at the mare who was claiming to be her sister.
Aware that she was now at a disadvantage with an injury that made it painful to even try to stand much less continue to fight, she was attempting to speak calmly so as not to provoke the other mare further. The skirmish had been brief, but costly, and it showed Jessamine that Evangeline was definitely a superior fighter to her, at least when she was without her cleaver.
"Look, I don't know what you're talking about. As I've already said, I have always been alone. As far back as I remember, I have been alone. I remain alone, perhaps not by choice, but it is a fact of life that I have accepted. I don't know who you are, but you must be mistaken in who you think I am because I do not recognize you even a little." she ground out between clenched teeth.
However, that was not entirely true. The longer she stared at the other mare, the less like a stranger Eva seemed. There was indeed a familiarity about the mare now towering over her own prone form that was stabbing at the back of Jessamine's mind in the form of her worsening headache.
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Posted: Mon Jul 15, 2013 12:37 am
Eva stared down at her younger sister, memories of their younger lives growing up together playing behind her eyes. Despite the currently grimy exterior and the differences time wrought in everyone, Evangeline had recognized her sister the moment she laid eyes on her. She could remember the day the twins were born, and how Vincent had charged Eva and her sisters, Morphia and Maeve with protecting and teaching their new siblings. Eva had taught Jess how to use a knife.
Gazing into her sister's eyes, she drew on old memories and a hope that her sister had not simply abandoned the family, and saw honest confusion. Like that, the spark of her rage dimmed down and extinguished and she found she was tired. She even allowed a sigh to escape, now trying to decide how to deal with this new situation. Breaking eye contact, Eva considered how to go about reaching out to her younger sibling without restarting the fight that had only just stopped.
"Okay." she said in an even tone, "I see that this situation is not what I thought it was. If you would allow me, I would like to tell you a story."
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Posted: Fri May 16, 2014 8:35 am
Jessamine relaxed slightly when the fight seemed to flow out of the other mare. She met her eyes and found that the green color inspired a flash of recognition...maybe a memory? No words, just a sense that perhaps she'd met this stranger before.
"I would like to tell you a story."
What could it hurt, Jess thought. Suddenly she was exhausted. So many things she regretted, what was the harm in listening. "Fine, I'll listen."
Whether she believed or not was another thing entirely.
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Posted: Fri May 16, 2014 9:02 am
Eva smiled sadly, gazing off into the middle distance. The situation had gone from volatile arguing to a melancholy silence as both mares faced each other. One waiting in apathy, the other trying to figure out where to begin. Eva wanted to believe that her sister truly didn't remember anything, because the alternative was that she'd faked her death and left the family, possibly killing her brother in the process. As heir, it would then be her duty to either kill her long-lost sister, or bring her to Vincent to do the deed. Eva wouldn't do that to her father, who had doted on the younger twins endlessly. He loved his children like he loved nothing else in this world and it would be cruelty to bring Jessamine to him to inform him of her betrayal. A ghost risen from the grave to tarnish the memory of his treasured daughter. She would watch Jessamine for any indication one way or the other. If it turned out that her sister had betrayed the family, Eva would do what was necessary to protect the rest of them. Father would never have to find out the truth. That thought in mind, she began her story: The Story Our father met our mother by chance. He was promised to a kalona mare from an allied family, to make our ties stronger. Grandfather had arranged it, and Father resented it. His fiance was pampered and, while beautiful, she was also incredibly stupid. He could barely stand to talk to her, much less mate with her to provide heirs. I suppose I should mention that we are the children of the heir to the Black Mountain Kalona herd. A very old herd of pure kalona outside of these lands, who value blood purity above near anything else. Father couldn't really care less about being a pure kalona, but Grandfather considered all other breeds to be scum on his hooves and most of his contemporaries agreed. Father's generation is less dedicated to blood purity, though Father is the only one who has children with non-kalona. I'm getting ahead of myself, however. Father met Mother when he was exploring the mountains around herd territory. Mother was not from a clan of any kind, simply a mare out wandering and looking for an adventure. She was smart, beautiful, and cunning. They met and Father became enchanted by her beauty and more importantly, her mind. He continued to sneak out to the mountain to meet her until Grandfather caught him one day. He was furious, but Father wouldn't be budged. By that time he was a better fighter than Grandfather, and so he told him he would not mate the mare from their allied herd because she was an imbecile. They got into a screaming argument, but Father was young and strong, and when the fight turned physical he won. Grandfather went back to the herd to lick his wounds, and began to plot. Meanwhile, Father went to Mother and found out that he would soon have an heir...or three. After my sisters and I were born, Father lost interest in Mother to pursue other...fields. He left us with her, and allowed her to live in his home so that we would be close to him. Despite his dalliances, Father didn't have any more children for a while much to Grandfather's relief. We were bad enough, and he was plotting to have us removed from the picture. More half-blood spawn would make it harder to keep a lid on the situation. TBC/edited later because: writer's block. ._.
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