White December

"Carl there's no need for you to kill every bug you come across," she mused in her deep tone, eyeing him dark eyes and her usual expression; or lack thereof. They had been walking along the edge of the borders, December doing a smaller patrol of the herd lands just to wrap up her monotonous day. While she had been making sure everything was as it should be, the llama that was always at her side had taken it upon himself to find a new way to be entertained. He had turned to violence; again, working cloven hooves on any miniscule insect that crossed his path, eyes aflame of sick glee and his steps light each time he tried to prance after a new victim. The constant bloodthirst she felt within their bond had made her want to vomit at first, appalled that she had been stuck with such a creature, but now it was background noise to her, a constant ache that would never go away. Carl would be who he wanted to be, and nothing she said or did would stop him.

As the fireball in the distance slowly dipped into the horizon, the mare concluded her patrol and turned inward once again, heading to her resting nest for the night. The long shadows kissed at her hooves, cloaking her white bodice in mute black as she delved deeper into the jungle, searching for a water source to quench her thirst from before retiring for the evening. She would be lying if she said being a soldier was a hard duty, since there wasn't much war going on, her duties usually consisted of keeping an eye on the boundary lines, greeting any intruders at the edges, and also making sure there was no riff raff about the lands. It was peaceful to say the least, and the mare didn't know if this was a good or bad thing. Carl had grown bored of killing things, especially since they offered him no reaction, and thus had resorted to running at December's heels, grabbing her dark feathers in his jaws and tugging roughly, ignoring the slight pain he felt with each jerk of his skull. The damsel stopped, baring ivories to the little bundle of wool and snapping them in his face, growing tired of his antics. When he refused to stop she shoved him with her skull, sending him tumbling a foot or two away. She had begun to think he got off on the pain they both shared, or he was just so mentally skewed that any pain he felt was smothered by the euphoria he got from torturing others. The sick fuck.

Snorting, satisfied that she had fought off the minor nuisance for now, she continued onward until she found one of the main waterfalls of the land, working her way to its edge and pressing dark lips to the surface. Drinking a few cooler mouthfuls she sighed, quite pleased that the Tallsun heat of the day was quickly vanishing, only to be replaced by a sky full of stars, but no moon in sight. Not that the woman cared, she didn't take the time to observe the moon cycle, especially not enough to know it was abnormal for the rock to not be present in this moment of time. Soon she was causing the smooth surface to ripple further, her massive bulk breaking into the waters for an early night swim, eyes closing to embrace the cool against sunburnt skin. Sighing softly, the woman began to wash herself, no longer paying any mind to the surroundings around her.

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