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Post by [ronin]" on Jul 2, 2007 19:28:02 GMT -5
Barren.
A scorched wasteland, a past battlefield. Fire must have stripped it of of all life. It was long ago, she knew, but there was no green shoots growing up from the ground. None. Perhaps it was all the blood that was spilled, like salt sewn into the soil. Perhaps... perhaps it just didn't want to grow anymore. Perhaps it didn't want to feel the pain of death again. It would make sense. Who would want to live twice? In this wretched world, where all there is is betrayal and hate.
And that's why she was here. She wanted to do what he could do nowhere else. Any other place, stallions ruled. They had the land, and they had the power. And that... that would not do. Not for Aemilia. Stallions had wronged her when she was weakest, in unspeakable ways. And because of that, Wrath was a strong part of her. It burned within her, the anger and hate of the males of the species. At one time she had thought them noble creatures, always helping others. But that was before she knew it was all a game to them. It was all pretend. The ones she had looked up to took advantage of her. Her outlook on the natural order shattered. She knew she was better than them now. She could rule with a fairer hand... a more truthful hand. For the mares, anyway. She would view stallions by what they really were; breeding potential. A good stallion makes a good foal. Simple enough. In her herd, the mares that had been wronged would see the light.
And those stags that crossed her would die. It's what they deserved, if they tried to take advantage of her. She would direct the anger and pain from her past at them. They would die like the animals they were.
Aemilia tossed her grey head, dancing to the side, listening to the dead twigs snap so easily under her hooves. This place was wonderful. Ira. The home of Wrath. And hopefully, her new home. She let out a sharp bark, a form of laugh. "They will all feel the pain I have. I'll be sure of that." It was said under her breath, a passing thought that she felt like voicing. Hooves once more planted, she raised her finely shaped head, studying this land. She almost wanted someone to try and take it from her. What fun it would be...
A scorched wasteland, a past battlefield. Fire must have stripped it of of all life. It was long ago, she knew, but there was no green shoots growing up from the ground. None. Perhaps it was all the blood that was spilled, like salt sewn into the soil. Perhaps... perhaps it just didn't want to grow anymore. Perhaps it didn't want to feel the pain of death again. It would make sense. Who would want to live twice? In this wretched world, where all there is is betrayal and hate.
And that's why she was here. She wanted to do what he could do nowhere else. Any other place, stallions ruled. They had the land, and they had the power. And that... that would not do. Not for Aemilia. Stallions had wronged her when she was weakest, in unspeakable ways. And because of that, Wrath was a strong part of her. It burned within her, the anger and hate of the males of the species. At one time she had thought them noble creatures, always helping others. But that was before she knew it was all a game to them. It was all pretend. The ones she had looked up to took advantage of her. Her outlook on the natural order shattered. She knew she was better than them now. She could rule with a fairer hand... a more truthful hand. For the mares, anyway. She would view stallions by what they really were; breeding potential. A good stallion makes a good foal. Simple enough. In her herd, the mares that had been wronged would see the light.
And those stags that crossed her would die. It's what they deserved, if they tried to take advantage of her. She would direct the anger and pain from her past at them. They would die like the animals they were.
Aemilia tossed her grey head, dancing to the side, listening to the dead twigs snap so easily under her hooves. This place was wonderful. Ira. The home of Wrath. And hopefully, her new home. She let out a sharp bark, a form of laugh. "They will all feel the pain I have. I'll be sure of that." It was said under her breath, a passing thought that she felt like voicing. Hooves once more planted, she raised her finely shaped head, studying this land. She almost wanted someone to try and take it from her. What fun it would be...
