"Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid" the pale mare muttered incoherently to herself as she pulled the thorns from her hind. How could one be so stupid as to fall. yes, Fall into a thorn bush. What had she been doing in the first place that even had her, not paying attention for such an event to happen. She felt like a right porcupine.
Some even embedded deep enough to cause her great pain; a pain that made her drool with excitement, as she expertly removed each individual spine. Muscles rippled as ones where plucked from her pelt, but the mare did not cry out at all. She did not ever cry out in pain, especially not when someone could be watching you. Her face did however twitch with the pain she endure. A rare thing for the pale mare indeed. By the end of it, she'd most likely be a darker shade, with patches of crimson.
The intricately painted mare was becoming more and more agitated with herself, the more she plucked. Anger boiled up inside of her, like a bomb ready, waiting. If anyone was around they should think of themselves very lucky, for since entering Helovia, the mare had not had one single incident. You'd have thought it would have settled the mare down. But when you'd always lived in fear of your own self, that never changed. She only knew how to hate what she had done, what she could never control. A wake of death followed in her footprint.
The mare may have loved the forest, shown a kindness to nature. But that's all she ever did show such feelings towards. Upon one occasion. The one guy she had shown something more towards. A new life was created, only for him to leave her and take her first born along with him. How could someone do such a thing. A guttural growl formed from within, if it were even possible, her eyes would have burned a fire-y red. Hate resonated from within and now she wished more than ever that that burning sensation would return to her. To feel the heat close to her skin.
It had been far too long since she'd had an incident. Especially when she was having them quite frequently before coming here. Had something happened to her upon entering these lands? Was the mare now free of the thing she most feared in life?
The mare so oblivious to everything, still hung onto her past, never moving on-wards and upwards, like she should be doing. Except she was soaking in all the pain she had once cause, now inflicting that upon herself in so many ways, so unintentionally.