H I S T E

Just what in the hell was she doing?

Histe lurked in the shadows watching the mare that called herself 'Blood Empress' and 'Goddess of Discord' as she stepped into the ocean and began to scrub herself clean. Her ears tilted back against her head and her lips pressed into a thin line as she wondered why she would do that. Did she not find pride in the amount of blood she wore on her coat? Did she not relish the sight of blood caked on her hooves? One could not look down without seeing it and knowing that she was a machine designed for slaughter. And did she not like the way others looked in horror at the blood that coated her lips? Histe, herself, quite enjoyed the looks of confusion, which were often followed by understanding, disgust, fear, then resignation that their fate would be the same. Just another bloodbag to play with.

She remained still, thinking to herself that the mare was stupid to venture into the water for a bath. If she wanted Histe could have attacked her right then, overpowered her, and held her under water until her lungs filled with the salty ocean water and she became nothing more than just another bloated corpse. Who would lead then, hm? Histe had no interest in leading a herd, but the idea of destroying one completely was very appealing to the brindle mare. And if they found out who did it and came after her? A wicked grin curled the corners of Histe's mouth. well, that would be all the more fun, wouldn't it?

As the sun rose it was becoming increasingly difficult to remain lurking in the shadows, so Histe chose to reveal herself before she was given away by the traitorous ball of fire. She stepped forth, her well muscled frame caked in the very substance that Eris had just spent copious amounts of time washing from her own frame. In the time it had taken her to wash the blood off she could have already been on a hunt and possibly made a kill. What an utter waste.

"You." Histe said as her pale eyes locked on the Blood Empress' face. "Are very strange."

"As if you have any room to call anyone strange." Merikh's voice interrupts and Histe turned her head to glare at the cougar who had arrived with fox hanging limply from his jaws. "Shut up!" She snapped at the cougar, watching him as he dropped the fox onto the sand and licked his maw. "Game is small here. The meadow was better."

Histe cast a sidelong glance at the mare who was her leader, wondering if she would be up for a hunt, but then again Histe and Merikh worked better alone. "What are you thinking?" "That she would only get in the way." Histe replied coldly to Merikh's inquiry as she now glared at Eris.

"She thinks she's better than you." Came the whispering voice of Histe's mother. "Look at how clean she is and how filthy you are. She is better than you."

@[Eris]

have you seen blood in the moonlight?