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 Posted: Fri Aug 07, 2015 11:16 pm
   Trigger Warning: This RP contains violence and slight gore.
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Posted: Fri Aug 07, 2015 11:55 pm
A mare should know better.
The journey had been long and grueling when No One, who had once been Kamila, had begun to smell the heady scent of roses. Today, she was Alanadiel, a poor traveling gyspy selling her wares of coins, trinkets, and silks. A sweet, blushing and unassuming mare who no one would remember. She was utterly, unmemorable.
The Kindly Stallion had watched her rise in the ranks of her serving the God of Many Faces had come to her two moons ago.
"Are you ready to prove yourself more?" His voice as always was kind.
"I live to serve," the mare had inclined her head.
"You will bring the gift to a mare named Davina Mo Nighean Donn."
"As my God commands, so shall I do." The mare who was once Kamila pulled on her head a thick scarf to hide her features for travel.
And then she had learned, though it had not interested her at the time, that the mare's death was asked for as punishment. Her father had had many concubines and amongst them was a mare named Tyga, the apple of her family's eye. She had fallen from the grace of her herd and never returned. It was found out later that Tyga had died in birthing a foal for Davina's father.
And so Tyga's mother had come to ask for the gift. A daughter for a daughter, a life for a life. A gift for a gift, so was the way of her god.
The mare she was looking for had wings thin and fine as spun gold. Her hair was long and brown as was her coat. As she moved amongst the roses, she saw such a mare just there in the moonlight.
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Nyx Queen of Darkness Crew
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Posted: Sat Aug 08, 2015 12:58 am
A sigh left the richly chestnut-colored mare who stood in the moonlight. Her cousin had left her side for the night to return to her own sleeping nest, but Margaery was not lonely; she had fantasy and moonlight for company. When the moon shone down like this, she could imagine she was anywhere else: in the Dornish herds, far to the south, learning the customs and their way of diplomacy. In the Northern lands, courting some reserved prince to continue the family's bloodline, to continue their legacy, to extend their reach. In her own gardens, tending the roses and breathing in the warm, fragrant air they almost seemed to exhale, living with her brothers as their generation grew older and her nieces and nephews were born... What would she not give to skip a few years and see them all with happy mates, bright and surrounded by young ones? For Margaery, it seemed a duty, but for her brothers, it had yet to sink in that they would want to find someone - someday, anyway.
Margaery had wanted to find someone since she was a filly, since her eldest brother had sung to her in his lilting voice of princes and their ladies, of the stallions of noblest blood whose demeanors were nobler still. He had told her that she would find one for herself one day, promised her... Promised her that such a prince would find her and bring with him her own children to tend the gardens with. For a long time, that was all she wanted, really - someone with whom she could take long walks among the roses. She imagined that, at night, the golden whirls in her coat would turn silvered, turn her wings to moonlight. She could imagine how her prince would gasp at the sight of her, turned to a ghostly princess. It made her smile.
Humming the tune that her brother had sung to her, Margaery closed her eyes, letting her imaginary prince lead her off to create their division of Highgarden. Maybe it would have blue roses, those kind that seemed impossible to breed here but were somehow famous in the North... Maybe...
Her tune faded a few moments later, but the smile did not. Margaery passed into sleep still dreaming of the prince she might one day have.
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Posted: Sat Aug 08, 2015 1:28 am
Beneath the moonlight, the mare who wore the persona of Alanadiel moved. The scent of roses made her dizzy as she wound her way closer to the mare standing there. A calm came over her that she was all to familiar with. It spread into her limbs as her heart slowed with her breaths.
Each rose lifted it's face to the sky, waiting for the sun to shine again. But one rose would not, the mare of browns and gold who stood there--a lovely flower that would fade soon.
In her mouth, Kamila-No One held a long, thick branch as she creeped up to the sleeping maiden. Then she gave her gift the gift with the swing of a branch, the sickening smack of it up against the mare's head. The mare went down and she adjusted the branch to hit her again, to finish the gift she was giving her from the Many Faced God.
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Posted: Sat Aug 08, 2015 3:05 am
The night around her shattered with a crack, and Margaery's dreams dissolved into a screaming darkness. Something slammed into her head with rending force; soft skin opened between her ears. Warmth flooded down her face, stinging in her eyes, filling her mouth with a metal taste and the rosy air around her with a copper tang. Her lungs tried to wrench down breath, but it felt as though they were suddenly out of practice, heaving and straining. Agony spilled down her face, down her neck and spine, and then her ribs exploded with pain, too. Her fall had been cushioned by a rosebush, the blooms falling to petals around her.
The sharp pain in her throat was the only thing that told her that it was her own voice screaming. It took her time to recognize who she was calling for - for Davina, for her cousin who had been near as close to a sister to her as she could possibly have. She was the last person she had seen; surely she must be nearby. Margaery's voice scratched at her throat, higher and more desperate to escape. Her vision had turned to a confused prism of stars and moonlight, of roses turned to piercing where she had fallen into the bush. As blood filled her mouth and nose, she did her best to snort, spit, swallow - anything to keep the liquid that kept her alive from killing her. Her eyelids were too heavy to fully see out of, her eyelashes coated with red rain, but it did not matter: she could see hooves beside her, white fetlocks that marched up into a chestnut even darker than herself, some kind of scarf wrapped around her leg. But that was all she saw as her eyelids fluttered closed again, too heavy to lift. Her head felt as though it weighed as much as a centuries-old tree, brought down by a force she did not understand. And the dreams she had been dreaming, the wonderful dreams... They seemed gone for the moment. No matter how she tried to find them, her anchor to them had been lost. "Davina!"
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Posted: Sat Aug 08, 2015 3:14 am
The mare looked pitiful lying there in a pool of her own blood. For a moment, she felt sad for the mare who was about to die, but at least her suffering would be over soon. She would not have to hurt every again.
She lifted the branch high and brought it down as a sound reached her ears. A name. The branch missed and she almost lost her footing. Her heart thundered in her ears as the branch fell from her mouth.
The girl had said Davina. And why would she have said Davina if she was Davina? That would mean....
Her stomach roiled as she looked at the horror that she had committed. No One wasn't the one who had done this, it was Kamila Maluhia standing there with a tear stained face looking down at the mare.
I have hurt the wrong mare. I have tried to take a life I was not owed, an innocent life.
But what was she to do?
Gently, she pushed the girl's head over so that her mouth would stop filling with blood--perhaps she'd breath easier this way. Let her live. Let her live. Oh gods, what have I done?
"It was not meant for you," her voice was a soft whisper. "You are not Davina Mo Nighean Donn. This one owes you a debt."
With one last look at the mare, she fled from the rose garden where the mare's screams echoed. They would never leave her mind.
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