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My body sill aches, but I am in better condition than before, well, physically speaking. My mind is still foggy and polluted with the smog of the past and present. Along with that, I now have others making resident within my already filled mind, which is honestly the last thing I need. Neither of my voices are proving to be of any help, Nightingale is a coward and I can’t decipher Kestrel for the life of me. That’s what I get for having a mare in my mind; she’ll just run me around in circles. I can handle the type of women that are on my level of sanity and seem like it, but Kestrel is so far off the deep end. In that moment, I hear her giggling like a maniac in the back of my head.
Vulture, you seem so ungrateful. I’m just here to help you honey. I want you to be the greatest you can be, I want you to be the monster you are meant to be. Kestrel coos and I am sure if she had a body of her own, she would be batting preposterously long eyelashes and me. “Quite the temptress for manhater,” I say with an irritated snort. “I would think you would want my head severed from my body and lapping up my blood.” Kestrel gives out a long laugh, and I stop and snort once again. This mare is so difficult.
You’re my exception Vulture, I find you so delightfully broken, I can piece you back together and make you something marvelous. Besides, I needed a vessel and you happened to be open. I shake my head and just keep walking. Conversing with the voice is incredibly useless, at least Nightingale makes sense when he crawls out of his hiding spot. I’m not sure where these two came from, but I sense they might be a peace offering. Maybe someday I’ll pick up the pieces of my broken self and start back up the war, but for now it’s about me, not the damned Sinners.
I soon realize I’ve wandered into a strange pace. It’s a meadow and seems peaceful enough. Better than that godforsaken marsh. This place doesn’t have the bodies in the depths of the bogs wanting to pull you down and there isn’t those disgusting gnats, which are by far the worst part of that place. This would be the perfect place to find a nice stallion and… gut him.
I hiss in response to Kestrel’s suggestions. “I don’t kill just for the hell of it. Unlike you I have better things to do than roll in the entrails of a dead fool.” My ears are swiveled back and I snort. “Do me a favor and shut the hell up, I’m tired of your ‘advice’ because it isn’t helpful.” I wait for a long moment to see if Kestrel has some sass to throw at me, but much to my pleasure she remains silent. A sigh of relief escapes my nostrils and I take this opportunity for some peace. I find a small pool and drink from it. There is sweat on my sides from the heat of the day, and I know I should probably rest soon because of the wounds I received from those cannibal nutcases. My teeth clench at the thought of them, and I feel anger swell up inside me. What I would give to slit their throat.
Find someone’s insides to spill and devour. Kestrel whispers, That will help you settle your rage. “SHUT UP!” I scream. “Be quiet! Be quiet! Be quiet!” I smash my hoof into the ground. “Killing isn’t the answer to everything.” I growl, quieter than before.
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