Post by .:Phantom:. on Dec 6, 2010 8:42:10 GMT 8
It had been a nearly victorious day for them all, and they had deserved to win. How shameful upon all of their breed that a filly came in and took out the rightful king, right as he had been about to deliver the final blow to that ungrateful stag. Those words that he had said to her, those last moments he had spent with her were the last. This foal that she carried within herself was his last chance at a heir, since she had killed the herd mare on the way to these lands. Once, they had been friends, but jealousy triggered all sorts of nasty things. Attempting to lace the queen's foliage with poison wasn't enough for her - no, she had to challenge the queen to a duel of fire at the last minute. That was the stupidest idea Kablina had ever made, and it was her last idea. Temia had flamed her to death - instantly.
Now, in lack of a good home and starving for attention, the dark crimson fae plodded into the dark lands. Pools of emerald danced at them, sending them all a challenge. Already, she had proven her worth by being one of the most well known evil queens in all the lands. It was time to carry on that legacy - the one of Temia, the unbeatable. Ebony laid against her thick pillars as the crimson and ebony markings across her tall bodice gleamed in the sun. A dark glint appeared as she smiled threateningly at them all, flicking her flaming tresses of crimson. Nothing was more pure than the one whose power reigned from the gods. All wanted her, yet none possessed her. Such a shame it was that her daughter had settled down with the son of Corus, when everyone knew that the son of Blade would have been a much better choice.
Now, in lack of a good home and starving for attention, the dark crimson fae plodded into the dark lands. Pools of emerald danced at them, sending them all a challenge. Already, she had proven her worth by being one of the most well known evil queens in all the lands. It was time to carry on that legacy - the one of Temia, the unbeatable. Ebony laid against her thick pillars as the crimson and ebony markings across her tall bodice gleamed in the sun. A dark glint appeared as she smiled threateningly at them all, flicking her flaming tresses of crimson. Nothing was more pure than the one whose power reigned from the gods. All wanted her, yet none possessed her. Such a shame it was that her daughter had settled down with the son of Corus, when everyone knew that the son of Blade would have been a much better choice.