ShadowmereShadowmere is no ordinary beast.Shadowmere2 years ago in General Fiction
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That much is plain to any fool - her proud frame, towering over her ilk, her eyes that glow crimson like embers and her fur black as the void itself. She is the mare of chaos; a gift from the Night Mother herself unto the worthiest of her children.
But there is far more to her than that.
There are many places that the Night Mother loses her children. In the cold - the frigid mountains sapping strength until they crumple, lost to the ice. In the heat, the sun beating mercilessly upon them, leaving them mere dried husks. In the day, in battle, bloodied and beaten until the crows come to feast on them; at night, slipping away with a peaceful final breath. She's watched her children die, so many times, and grieves - she loves them, after all.
Then she sends the mare to ride.
Even when the mare rests, she moves. While her master sleeps, she is summoned, and in that moment between days, the Unholy Matron rides her to collect the souls of the fallen.