Roses Have Thorns.

A cough shook her body, eyes widened. Another cough forced it's way through her chops, her panic made her condition worse. Coff...Coff...Coff... Then finally the voice of her twin. She was here, holding her. Pressing her side up against her, sharing her warmth. Arwen smiled gratefully as the panic began to leave her system. Of course their mother would find them, she hadn't failed in that respect yet. The golden daughter offered a smile to her brown sister. Giggling, Arwen whispered; "You're sweeter than the honey that the bees make. Soul sister, you're brown sugar." Asch asked what she had seen and the excitement from before returned. "You should have seen it sis...it was a rabbit, it had those long... " Her sentence was cut off with a gasp as mare who was not their mother appeared before them. Arwen watched in horror as the mare bent down and killed the rabbit. The life left the rabbit's form as the mare's evil teeth closed around it. "NO!" Screamed to filly looking at the crushed form of the creature who had been her friend moments before. "No! No! No!" That was all that the golden filly could scream, her eyes fixed on the form of the dead rabbit.

The mare tosses the rabbit at their hooves, Arwen, in her desperate haste to get away, trips over her one hooves. Falling fast, the golden filly tires her best to disentangle herself so she did not take Asch down with her. Asch would protect them, Asch, her strong and clever sister would never had gotten them into a situation like this. The dead rabbit turned her stomach, her tears spilled over, covering her checks in a light scale of ice. Fear burned away her rational thoughts, the panic brought her cough back. They shook her entire body as she lay shivering in the snow, was she going to die? The rabbit was still in sight however, the experience with the rabbit was not yet over. Revulsion filled her as chunks of cream fluff fell and drift from it's pelt first; it's body becoming naked and twisted as the decay bloomed on it, rings of rot, muscle stripping from bone. Flies buzz and swarm around it, fat black flies with glittering blue wings. A scream tore through Arwen's throat. The twins had only been born a month ago, never had they seen such horror before. "Stop it! Make it stop! Stop!" Arwen pleaded with the mare. "We'll do whatever you want...just stop!"

Unable to tear her eyes away from the rabbit, Arwen struggled to stand once again. Then the mare says something that pulls the golden girl over the edge. A threat against her sister. A rage builds inside her, boiling and it begins to rise, taking over her soul. A haze clouds her vision and then suddenly she can hear them. The dead. Somehow she had woken them from The Underworld, the souls rise around them from the subterranean dimension, seeing the world they had left behind. Panic does not seize her for some reason, perhaps she realises that this ability is apart of her. "Do not fear daughter of death, lighter of life." They whisper quietly. Her eyes rest on the mare that had appeared, killed the rabbit and threatened her sister. "Bring him back to me. Let him protect us." Waiting and watching, finally the rabbit's soul whispers to her. She does not understand but it is comforting none the less. "Come friend." Even though the body is decomposed and decaying at an excelled rate, Arwen watches as the rabbit rises again. His soul barely able to attach itself to it's mortal form again. Still he rises and submit's himself to her will completely.

The dead are still whispering, their voices sad, lonely. They fill her ears with the stories of their deaths, things she does not wish to hear now. Steeling her mind of the form of the decayed rabbit, the golden filly commanded it to attack the mad mare that had killed it."Vengeance friend," the destroyed form of the rabbit turns on it's hind legs, Arwen helping the creature's balance with her mind. It toppled and collapsed before it reached the evil mare however, it's soul no longer able to connect with it's rotting body as Arwen's strength began to dwindle. The voices faded and one by one the souls of the dead sunk back towards their new home. "We will talk again, daughter of death." With that the last of Arwen's strength vanished and she collapsed to the ground.

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