Sunset Days. [Kalta] Aug 31, 2014 20:59:09 GMT -6
Post by ♕BEFERA on Aug 31, 2014 20:59:09 GMT -6
The air was cold and quiet as the Empress stepped down into the bowl of Tiff Cliff. Her violet eyes were calm, but there was a flickering of gloom deep within their abysmal gaze. Her reign would soon come to an end, and she felt as though something was missing. Styx was a yearling now, and she had been allowing him to go off on his own as long as he stayed within Imperium's boundaries, knowing that he would learn from the mistakes he would make, the words he spoke to strangers. Curled locks dangled long and unruly as the brindled Queen began to make her way to the center of the arena. Atticus soared above her, watching the area around them for any unsuspected visitors. Even in his old age, his first priority was to protect his mistress.
Nirvana recalled the battles that had taken place here, though they were battles she hadn't seen. She had heard of battles from long ago, the ancients fighting to the death. She had heard of son fighting father, but aside from that, how long had this land sat idle, no blood shed, since she had taken her throne? Years, she thought. The war battles had taken place on the Light territories, keeping them from escaping, fleeing to new lands, away from the Empress's eye. The tangerine hellion huffed a snort and looked down at her hooves: hooves that had walked hundreds of miles. The Queen was tired, but she had to keep fighting on, she had to prepare her son for what was ahead. She knew he would find allies with his charismatic ways, much unlike herself.
Nirvana remembered when she had first met Alexei, a time that she recalled often, for reasons she didn't really understand. The Empress, before she was Empress, before she knew Obascus, was a harsh and angry creature. She was guilty but proud, pompous but desperately wanting the appreciation of others. A walking contradiction. She had assumed, back then, that everyone would obey her and welcome her as Queen. It was a given, to her, that this place would become her playground, where her subjects would dance in their Darkness and that one day she would reign over everything. Everything? She did not rule everything, and now, she realized that she never really would. Her high point had passed. Her life was in its settling stages, in its decline. She had changed the world, and somehow, that wasn't enough.
Maybe Styx would take Altus one day. How proud a mother she would be then. The Harbingers had stepped down, abandoned the gift they had accepted from the dying lips of Vita Cinis, the mare slain by one Nirvana had begun to call a friend. Pestilence. He was an old brute, but a wise one. His past had weighed on him too heavily, and he took his revenge. Was he right? Was he wrong? The Empress decided that she would never know the truth. Pestilence would be stupid to come back here. He would be hunted and killed by those who loved Vita as their Queen, their sister in arms. The Empress closed her violet occulars and lifted her face to the sun, letting the trickling warmth of the last few days of autumn bury itself in her fur and caress the skin beneath. It was warm, comfortable. What better a place to feel comfortable than a battlefield? There would be no battle here for Altus, much like how there was no battle for Altus before it became Altus.
A gust of air, eight prickling talons. Nirvana lowered her great skull and opened her eyes. Atticus side-stepped up the mare's spine and tugged at a piece of her scraggly mane. The Queen did not respond, purposefully waiting for what the bird would do. A small noise came from the ivory beast, a sad sound. Nirvana twisted her skull toward her friend, looking him in his coral voids. He cared for her so much, more than any stallion would. More than her children would. More than her family did. He loved her for everything she was, and stayed with her unless she commanded him otherwise. He was the truest of friends. "We've come a long way, you and I," the Empress spoke softly. The raven dipped his head down and up again, agreeing. The brindled Queen smiled.
muse: SO MANY FUCKING FEELINGS