Post by ★SPACED on Feb 3, 2015 1:22:40 GMT -7
back into chains.
Violence was an insidious force that had always been delivered to her doorstep. Her world had been made of crimson and blood, and she thought little of it but to turn her soft, sweet hearted voice to those that needed it, cradling them with a childlike commitment to their pain. she was an angel, a fairy, something ethereal and immortal - and she'd never once felt fear. until now. her children had always been independent, and while Ohio loved her parents, she'd never been interested in staying put and living with them. she had wanted to see the world - and so she had. it had been no surprise when she had come home bearing a husband and a child - and it had made cosette smile to see her darling daughter with a man that could support her, and watch over her. it was no secret the blue wolf had never lost a battle, and that as he aged he was growing more inclined to living a life of content.
and so when ohio had summoned her parents to jungle rock to live within their palace, cosette had gone gladly - excited to see her grandchildren and her daughter happy. the first thought the gentle apricot mare had had when she'd heard of the coup was of her daughter, her beloved grandchild - and then her husband. it was the first time she had ever felt fear of violence, of bloodshed. she had lived a blessed life, full of love and passion and sweetness and she could not bear the idea of that paradise shattering for her kind, gentle-hearted daughter. she had thought, then, of crown - for he would surely be fighting his way to the surface at the news, and cosette wished to see him as he burned them alive for their treason. but first, Crow.
She yearned for him as she had done since their first meeting, and it was with a dreadful need that she searched for him, for she had a terrible feeling in her gut that their world would soon be changed forever.
Whipster with my darling x