Death of the Immortal

[Dreamweaver]

<o> The Lady stumbled in...flints dragging the ground in sadness. Her King and love was gone...what was there to live for anymore? Psyche lowered her head as she approached the cliff, can I really do this? Thoughts raced through her dreambox, swirling, trying to changer her mind. All of this, Equusoul, her and Inevitable had made it together...and only she had stayed to watch it grow. The mare lay down now, napes quivering with effort. Her thoughts drifted to her favorite subjects and friends in the kingdom...faces of those who she cared for and who cared for her in return. Faces she would never again see... Psyche spoke aloud, now was the time,

"I, Lady of Equusoul, here giveth my power of Immortality up, I no longer want it..."

As if a veil was lifted, her body sunk low to the ground. Orbs were sunken in with the truth, she was old without her power to live forever. The Queen's breathing grew ragged, her lifeforce was draining. In her last few minutes, she said goodbye to all she had ever met, all who had mattered to herself. But being old, her memory was now faltering, she was losing it all. Panicked, she tried to call back the power, but her voice was already gone. Psyche lay, the end coming near. With all her remaining strength she stood, poised on the lip of the canyon, waiting...just waiting. The wind picked up and careesed her limp banner, as if saying goodbye to it's mistress. Nodding, she knew it was time to let-go. A single tear formed in her orb as she bunched her haunches, and flew. Galloping freely in the sky, she finally saw Inevitable, and together, they danced in the clouds, forever...<o>

Epilogue

Here lies Psyche, Lady of Equusoul
She lived a good life, a light at heart
She loved Inevitable, who abandoned her
She ruled Equusoul, and loved all her friends dearly
She will be missed, goodbye dear one, may you find happiness at last.

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A tree sprung up where her dying tear landed. It was an oak, bringer of hope and magick it does, and so she wishes it will here, forever living in Equusoul.....

[l u m i n o u s]

The chestnut stallion trotted in His dial low, he mourned for his fallen leader No more would be Psyche, Lady of Equusoul A single tear dropped from his misty pools Trotting out, he mourned the Lady Psyche

[Arod]

Two silver pairs of hooves galloped among the dying lands. Long white banner flowing at his crest, the ashen equine finally comes upon his dear friends grave. Psyche lie dead under a single oak tree.

A crystal tear runs down the horse's cheek as he looks dreadfully upon the grave. His streamer dances in the wind as grey clouds arrive at the barial grounds, and a few droplets of liquid crash upon the patch of soil. But with them comes the stallion's own rain.. his rain of tears. Trying not to weep too much, the stallion quietly leaves, mourning for his poor friend... Lady Psyche had vanished from the earth at last.

[pierre]

The sleek minx slipped in silently,her blackened heart torn even more with the death of this unknown lady,black streaks staining her perpetual features with a slight emotion of the unfelt,how had this occurrence hit her so?

The new emotion,a pang of hunger that had never progressed with such force rose within her,filling the emptiness,bittering the coldness

I wish to set my deepest thoughts unto this grave of the well named soldier,she fought the good fight I suppose,though she was of no knowledge to me myself,i wish her to join the band of the afterlife,as i long for..

her words of whisper tones drifted with the wind,once her vocals no longer lingered with their haunting presence,she wheeled slowly and strouded back into the vast darkness,her image mirraging with the blackness,the only thing she now knew..