L u n e i a
Maybe I'm just crazy, Or the Devil got inside.

Mismatched eye's searched vigorously, for the misplaced young one. For such a thing to happen was unforgivable, how anyone could loose their own child was beyond me. But Luneia seemed to do so, rather well. Perhaps she hadn't intended on this to happen, she wasn't exactly all their in her head. Voice's took over, they controlled the little painted lady. And now she'd lost her own child through self misfortune.
The mare headed back along the way she came, it was the only possibility. Ignoring the fact of someone stealing her right from under her nose. That was not something she would lightly allow. Nope, if anyone in their right mind stole her little love child, they'd know about it. An emotion that ruled her life began boiling inside of her, slowly brewing hatred; the worse kind you could possibly think off.
Thats it, hate everyone, hate the world, destroy.. destroy destrooy! The mare shook her head, attempting to removed her clouded judgment. She began fighting the voice plaguing her mind, now with child, she had to create a decent role model for her. And praise the lord if her father ever even tried corrupting her, she'd commit the highest treason. The mothers bond with their young was something very indescribable, whether one shows it or not. Love happens in all amounts of crazy, good and bad.
Lune pressed on, heading back towards the furthest north end of the marsh, a place she did not want to go back too. The mare prayed that Memphis had stayed still and not wandered. All she needed was to find her foal stuck in the muddy shores of the deadly marsh lands. A soft nicker escaped peach tainted lips, a gentle call for a frail body, hoping to pick up on some form of reply.
Nothing.
Not even the sound of bird song, the place too quite it was scary. The atmosphere reminded her so much of him. The silent mad man. The muscle caged with in bone bars, skipped a beat. Could it be him? Was the one she loved, other than Memphis here? had he come for her? Had he finally come to finish the kill that didn't happen. He couldn't.. could he? Not in front of Memphis. That wouldn't be right. But the man had the ability to do such a thing. But was that what scared the little mare most. No. Loosing him was her biggest fear. Loosing anyone in that matter. She'd already lost too much in her life already. And loosing Memphis was not an option. Even if that meant succumbing to death herself.

"Talk talk talk."

@[Memphis] @[Shajake]