Post by Admin on Feb 16, 2008 6:32:22 GMT -7
Tyrina looked above at the building, this thing that crowded her like a god with nothing more than the right to do so. Her coat shivered with the feeling of being watched, as if humans still lurked in the depths of that symmetrical structure. As if the people in it were the thing she had been running from for so long. What would they do to her? What were they here to do? Tyrina shook her head, knowing her thoughts were running off with her. The humans were dead long gone in their time, they were no longer here to haunt her and her people. At least the evil side of them wasn’t. In truth the rouge Queen believed that they had shared a boned with the beings after so long in their care and under their soft touch and hard ones.
She believed that it made her people strong to live with those beings, to become one with something can be the most terrifying of things, and that was what Zerkzies and his people ran away from. They ran from the chance to be one with those beings. To Tyrina that was cowardice; To be afraid of the unknown. It is unknown, why should we fear what we have nothing to judge on yet! Still the scarlet fae knew it was her fault that the blame had been set on the Uprights for Cayiton’s death. Zerkzies would never believe that she had been the one to kill him. That her own hooves had displaced his ivory twist and let it fall into mother earths grasp. She who had sworn loyalty to his kind and ally; Killed their deputy.
Tyrina ground her teeth in frustration. Cayiton had deserved what he had gotten. That beast had been nothing but an evil soul. She remembered his evil beady eyes. Out of all unicorns the red mare had only thought one of the ugly sort; and that stallion had been one of them. His coat was of no bay shine, but a dull and tarnished look. His eyes as black as the polluted seas, were beady and small on his head. Zerkzies had loved and respected the brute. Tyrina only wanted to spit at his hooves when ever she saw him, but that wouldn’t be like royalty and she was the Queen of her kind, so she hadn’t. Until the day he had come after her intent on her death. The Queen had made the moves to let the reaper come and befriend her enemy.
Though it was long past, and it didn’t matter, because now she stood still looking at that building wondering what about it made her feel small and weak. Her banner lay quietly on her thick scarlet neck. Those beads of fire braided into her shoulder length silk made her proud and arch and prance when she was in the front lines of battle. Her heart fluttered at that thought. The thought of Texinity made her heart flutter. The black stag had taken her heart from the start. In a way Tyrina felt that she wasn’t showing him enough of herself. There was so much she had shown Zerkzies and not him. Her mind wondered. She wanted him now, she wanted to show him what she had not shown anyone since the king. That she had a heart.
