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01-21-2014, 08:18 AM
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have you seen that girl? She does not see... it. A child, lurking upon the newly made mother. Its coat was chestnut... just a redder, lighter hue than the monster she birthed. Lobes teeter as she gazes at the white frosted filly, heart beginning to pound swiftly. She begins to stand, her baby still clicking his beak furiously. The little thing was hungry, she didn't know how she knew... she just did. It was as though her motherly instincts melded with the bond, making her aware of the needs of this little bundle. Stained orbs gather the sights of the small child, fear creeping upon her fragile frame. She swears she can feel blood beginning to pour from her abdomen, spilling out onto the earth. Her guts stream out, appearing at her hooves. In her little fort of undergrowth, the girl nearly collapses before another small being approaches. She does not drop her maw for she will drop the child she holds in the mossy package. This dark figure is followed with a stench the girl is thankful she cannot smell. Her companion falls silent in the presence of this oddity, just as her thoughts of fallen silent. Her limbs begin to quiver as she remembers Kahlua being attacked by a beast similar to this. Rotten flesh hangs from the creatures frame, muscle ragged as grotesque. She does not want to end up as Kahlua had, if it was possible. The only flesh within her that could be infected was her heart, which was found beneath a layer of glass. She watches the thing draw closer, preparing to run. Her glass muscle structure bunches together, holding tight until the right moment. She watches the infected beast leap, finding that it was her time. She springs, pushing past leaves, branches and vines. The creature catches its dull teeth on her thigh, causing a horrendous sound similar to a claw against a chalkboard. Her heart flutters at this noise, body trembling. She was thankful that she couldn't feel the teeth against her thigh, the teeth sinking into the flesh. Forehooves collide with the ground, and she sets off running back to the Edge, fear finally getting a firm grasp on her mind. the one with the fragile laugh and killer smile? |
