The Skies Are Crying Blood [Private]
May 20, 2015 16:34:40 GMT -5
Post by ponybones on May 20, 2015 16:34:40 GMT -5
The Skies Are Crying Blood
A roleplay between Pony-Bones' Cain and Bat-Sheva and Queerly's Magdalene and Eden
Summer 401 - Just after Objective IV
A roleplay between Pony-Bones' Cain and Bat-Sheva and Queerly's Magdalene and Eden
Summer 401 - Just after Objective IV
He wished he had practiced 'turning it off'. As he was nearly carried in to the mass of the herd, his leg bleeding profusely, he could feel the waves of shame and fear that were coming off the others. Cain fought any urge to look down, and instead looked each inquiring face in the eye. He had been too cocky, too self-sure, and the Olde king had bested him easily, forcing him into his disgusting mock bow. He deserved any misgivings they had, though feeling them so intensely felt mocking. The pain was less than the hatred he felt now, boiling up in him, shooting through every nerve. Sheva helped support him on one side as they made their way in, and as she cast her crimson eyes over, she could see the King's jaw working as he clenched and unclenched his jaw. She was sure that even if she inquired after him, his voice would still be quiet and commanding as usual. Her resolve quailed for a moment - would he comply?
After Mags had saved her on the battlefield, she had demanded they meet when the war was done. Sheva still intended to do so, but she couldn't leave the frail stallion by himself in a group of war-seasoned stallions whose sympathy only stretched so far, and ineffectual mares that were scarcely hanging on to their own wits. But could she drag him off into the copse of trees as he was? She had to - perhaps Magdalene could help him. "What are you plotting, mare?" Cain said with a weariness to his voice that was almost startling. He must have been able to sense something off, and his wits took care of the rest. "I think I know someone who can help you..." Sheva replied, trailing off and casting her eyes around. There were too many others. "Just take me. That's enough." Cain replied, following her gaze, preferring her silence than giving something away. "I just want it done." Cain added, looking over at Sheva with his intense, inscrutable mask of an expression.
Cain's stoic countenance put off any questions as Sheva walked them through the herd and away again - slowly, incredibly slowly. "Your fear is going to make me sick." Cain murmured to her, his lips brushing against her ear, and she shivered, laughing him off. There was too much tension - she had never been wonderful at subterfuge. Straight up was how she lived, and this was trickery on all sorts of counts - trickery of the herd, her King, her friend. Unicorns save her, she hoped it was all worth it. Her stomach turned and Cain shuddered before glaring at her icily. "Yeah yeah..." Sheva said, trying to turn her mind back to happier things. Everyone she had ever cared about was still miraculously alive. Her sons were all unscathed, as well as she knew, and many of them had fought bravely. Pride swelled in her, and Cain latched onto it, straightening up a little bit and taking some of his weight off of her.
"We drove them off." Cain finally whispered, more to himself than to her, his eyes focused off into the distance. "Though I failed, the herd did not." Sheva nodded, unable to find words for once in her life, too busy scanning the treeline for some sign of life - friendly or otherwise.
After Mags had saved her on the battlefield, she had demanded they meet when the war was done. Sheva still intended to do so, but she couldn't leave the frail stallion by himself in a group of war-seasoned stallions whose sympathy only stretched so far, and ineffectual mares that were scarcely hanging on to their own wits. But could she drag him off into the copse of trees as he was? She had to - perhaps Magdalene could help him. "What are you plotting, mare?" Cain said with a weariness to his voice that was almost startling. He must have been able to sense something off, and his wits took care of the rest. "I think I know someone who can help you..." Sheva replied, trailing off and casting her eyes around. There were too many others. "Just take me. That's enough." Cain replied, following her gaze, preferring her silence than giving something away. "I just want it done." Cain added, looking over at Sheva with his intense, inscrutable mask of an expression.
Cain's stoic countenance put off any questions as Sheva walked them through the herd and away again - slowly, incredibly slowly. "Your fear is going to make me sick." Cain murmured to her, his lips brushing against her ear, and she shivered, laughing him off. There was too much tension - she had never been wonderful at subterfuge. Straight up was how she lived, and this was trickery on all sorts of counts - trickery of the herd, her King, her friend. Unicorns save her, she hoped it was all worth it. Her stomach turned and Cain shuddered before glaring at her icily. "Yeah yeah..." Sheva said, trying to turn her mind back to happier things. Everyone she had ever cared about was still miraculously alive. Her sons were all unscathed, as well as she knew, and many of them had fought bravely. Pride swelled in her, and Cain latched onto it, straightening up a little bit and taking some of his weight off of her.
"We drove them off." Cain finally whispered, more to himself than to her, his eyes focused off into the distance. "Though I failed, the herd did not." Sheva nodded, unable to find words for once in her life, too busy scanning the treeline for some sign of life - friendly or otherwise.
