Moonlit Beginnings
AnonymousRabbit
Rabbit Faced
[] "You're no Queen. You're an unflattering imitation. With this Command Seal, I'll summon her! You've spent the time watching so come on out already, Rider!"
Standing before the Imitation, a walking Mockery of a Heroic Spirit you held up your left hand as the Command Seals burned bright red. A scarlet glow was cast upon the empty streets as you raised your voice, "You're no Queen. You're an unflattering imitation."
The Imitation blinked in surprise before taking a step back in alarm, "You-!"
"With this Command Seal, I'll summon her!" you declared as you raised your hand, the world around you twisting and churning with magical energy before releasing in a wide ring, "You've spent the time watching so come out already, RIDER!"
The sound of glass shattering echoed as the Heavens split apart. You stood your ground as you grit your teeth once your entire body burned with power. It was by the sound of hooves hitting the ground did relief spread through your entire frame. You turned to see a Grand Chariot hitting the ground before stopping by your side, the iron bulls letting loose steam from their nostrils beneath their armor.
It was Chariot which easily dwarfed the majesty of the one behind theFalse Queen and easily cowing the beasts which drew it. Radiant and oozing with power, it was a Chariot worthy of being called a Noble Phantasm and not a simple vehicle to run people over. It was a vehicle to carry a Queen, not a murderer wearing her face.
You looked behind you and you found her seated there on her usual seat, legs crossed with an amused look on her face as her eyes fell upon you. A woman born with the body of a goddess, sought after by men, warriors, heroes and Kings. The greatest prize for men to behold and for some, greater than even the Holy Grail itself.
She wore a smile which could enslave Kings, her honeyed voice forcing armies of ten thousands to lay down their arms, beauty rivaling Goddesses and could be woven into numerous songs. She was the Queen, the one and only Queen and she was here. Her radiant presence illuminating the dark street of this false world as she stared down at the imitation.
The Fake stood transfixed, unable to utter a word as the Queen looked down on her. From where you stood, the difference was night and day... Nay, comparing the two would be an insult in itself to your Servant. A false imitation capable of being wounded and marred by your efforts did not belong on the same stage as the Eternal Lady. Now that she was here in the flesh, you couldn't help but feel stupid being afraid before.
Servant Rider leaned forward and spoke, "Awfully nice of you to invite me, Master. Here I was thinking you were liking this place."
"Spare me the banter, we're not done here just yet," you growled before the False Medb cut her finger and splattered the blood on the ground. From the droplets of blood rose Celtic Warriors, the same as the ones you had been killed by before.
Rider's face turned to a look of disdain before wearing a cruel smile, "Dear me, so... This was what was giving you trouble?"
"Kill them!" the False Medb ordered as the Warriors howled all at once.
"Rider!" you snapped before your Servant took off her fluffy cloak to reveal her risque outfit beneath. You turned away to try not be caught in the effects of her abilities.
"Now, now... Why don't you boys settle down?" Rider requested with a smug smirk on her lips. The Warriors skidded to a halt before coming to a full stop before they all swooned by her presence alone. The False Medb blanched at this as her own creations were easily swayed by your Servant. They laid down their weapons before standing in a daze before her Chariot.
"Rider! Get her!" you ordered as the Queen cracked a smile.
"With pleasure," Rider grinned as she raised her hand as pink light surged through the bodies of the Celtic Warriors. They turned towards the imitation and howled with great fervor.
"Wait... Stop. Stop! I'm the real Medb!" the Fake cried out as her own creations lunged at her, forcing her to swing her riding crop and slaying three at once. However more Celtic Warriors rose up and were converted to your side, moving to attack her until she was close to being swarmed.
You looked up the shattered skies your Servant had gone through before you turned to her. Rider was sitting on her Chariot, looking down at you with a small smile on her lips as she held out her hand. The moonlight shined down on the lonely street you were both in before she chose this chance to speak.
"Well then, now that's taken care of, allow me to continue where I left off," Rider cleared her throat as she met your gaze.
And so she spoke...
[] "Are you my Master, Girl?"
Standing before the Imitation, a walking Mockery of a Heroic Spirit you held up your left hand as the Command Seals burned bright red. A scarlet glow was cast upon the empty streets as you raised your voice, "You're no Queen. You're an unflattering imitation."
The Imitation blinked in surprise before taking a step back in alarm, "You-!"
"With this Command Seal, I'll summon her!" you declared as you raised your hand, the world around you twisting and churning with magical energy before releasing in a wide ring, "You've spent the time watching so come out already, RIDER!"
The sound of glass shattering echoed as the Heavens split apart. You stood your ground as you grit your teeth once your entire body burned with power. It was by the sound of hooves hitting the ground did relief spread through your entire frame. You turned to see a Grand Chariot hitting the ground before stopping by your side, the iron bulls letting loose steam from their nostrils beneath their armor.
It was Chariot which easily dwarfed the majesty of the one behind the
You looked behind you and you found her seated there on her usual seat, legs crossed with an amused look on her face as her eyes fell upon you. A woman born with the body of a goddess, sought after by men, warriors, heroes and Kings. The greatest prize for men to behold and for some, greater than even the Holy Grail itself.
She wore a smile which could enslave Kings, her honeyed voice forcing armies of ten thousands to lay down their arms, beauty rivaling Goddesses and could be woven into numerous songs. She was the Queen, the one and only Queen and she was here. Her radiant presence illuminating the dark street of this false world as she stared down at the imitation.
The Fake stood transfixed, unable to utter a word as the Queen looked down on her. From where you stood, the difference was night and day... Nay, comparing the two would be an insult in itself to your Servant. A false imitation capable of being wounded and marred by your efforts did not belong on the same stage as the Eternal Lady. Now that she was here in the flesh, you couldn't help but feel stupid being afraid before.
Servant Rider leaned forward and spoke, "Awfully nice of you to invite me, Master. Here I was thinking you were liking this place."
"Spare me the banter, we're not done here just yet," you growled before the False Medb cut her finger and splattered the blood on the ground. From the droplets of blood rose Celtic Warriors, the same as the ones you had been killed by before.
Rider's face turned to a look of disdain before wearing a cruel smile, "Dear me, so... This was what was giving you trouble?"
"Kill them!" the False Medb ordered as the Warriors howled all at once.
"Rider!" you snapped before your Servant took off her fluffy cloak to reveal her risque outfit beneath. You turned away to try not be caught in the effects of her abilities.
"Now, now... Why don't you boys settle down?" Rider requested with a smug smirk on her lips. The Warriors skidded to a halt before coming to a full stop before they all swooned by her presence alone. The False Medb blanched at this as her own creations were easily swayed by your Servant. They laid down their weapons before standing in a daze before her Chariot.
"Rider! Get her!" you ordered as the Queen cracked a smile.
"With pleasure," Rider grinned as she raised her hand as pink light surged through the bodies of the Celtic Warriors. They turned towards the imitation and howled with great fervor.
"Wait... Stop. Stop! I'm the real Medb!" the Fake cried out as her own creations lunged at her, forcing her to swing her riding crop and slaying three at once. However more Celtic Warriors rose up and were converted to your side, moving to attack her until she was close to being swarmed.
You looked up the shattered skies your Servant had gone through before you turned to her. Rider was sitting on her Chariot, looking down at you with a small smile on her lips as she held out her hand. The moonlight shined down on the lonely street you were both in before she chose this chance to speak.
"Well then, now that's taken care of, allow me to continue where I left off," Rider cleared her throat as she met your gaze.
And so she spoke...
Moonlit Beginnings
[] "Are you my Master, Boy?"
[] "Are you my Master, Girl?"
