Post by Mani ! on Jun 11, 2018 18:40:33 GMT -7
Ashen was the sky overhead, the dull pulsing of starlight barely glimpsing through the overcast. And though it was summertime June, there was a damp chill permeating from the ground. Each hoof-fall brought a sloppy squish, ruining any attempts at stealth. The pale, somber landscape much matched the listless eyes that lazily surveyed a moment, before fixating dully on the earth before. Such boredom had ensued, she was surely failing to entertain herself any longer. And surely, somewhere in there, her heart griped for the companionship she had driven out. So heinous was she, that all had left her a kingdom of naught. Queen of Solace.
Ferratillis, alone with her thoughts for such a period of time, was a self destructive beast. Prior, she had lived quite completely in entertainment with her pawns. She had never been the most pleasant creature, her sarcasm and dark humor at the expense of others gone unappreciated. Now that that had caught up with her, she was left with no one else to blame for her agonizing, lonely existence. Her vitality had ebbed away. She was left a ghost of the Queen she had once been, left to trudge the barren landscape from which she refused to stray. Self-loathing and regret had begun to decay that once vibrant corpse.
Every now and then a passerby might stumble across her presence, stir her from the slumbering wake she had adopted. A fleeting and brief moment of amusement. No one ever stayed. Some had offered to take her with them, show her some promised land of fortune. She always declined. And as they parted, hopes were dashed. It was a masochistic, stubborn move on her behalf. Imprisoning herself to a wasteland. Figuring, she had destroyed it, certainly, she did not deserve to escape it.