The battle had been brutal and bloody but there had been nothing accomplished other than the decimation of yet another corrupted creature, not that she cared. It was the spawn that seemed to bother her the most. Watching as each and everyone of the god's kids got all the attention, all the glory while the rest of them could be twiddling their hooves for all they got. Recognition, Ha that was a joke for saving their asses in these times of need. If not for trying to protect her own hide she would gladly choose to skip out on these battles and grab some popcorn just to settle down and watch the destruction. Each and everyone of them could die and she wouldn't lose a wink of sleep. They could all just go rot in hell.

Stretching her wings she couldn't express how good it felt to finally be able to be back in the skies without worrying about that disease taking her down to her death. To fly as she did one needed to see where they were going so they didn't crash into something a cripple themselves. Blood stains still tarnished her beautiful coat from where the crimson substance had once poured from her harks in floods. It was such a freaking pain in her ass and now it required her to go clean up yet again. Banking to the southern parts of Helovia the blackened maiden dipped down skimming herself across the water's surface. Keeping her legs tucked tight to her body in pristine fashion she lowered her head to allow the water to skim smoothly over her lower lip as she glided along. Satisfied with her little bit of fun she shifted her wing position to bring her hooves down into the shallow waters with a soft splash.

The heat of the day was warm against her skin but the chill of the water helped to make that only a distant memory for the time being. Dipping her face beneath the surface the mare attempted to scrape the dried blood from the sides of her face and neck to little avail. It was harder than one would think to clean behind your ears when you had all of two useful limbs to try and scrub the dirt off with but the inability to use your mouth. There obviously was enough on there to turn the crystal clear water to a reddish brown colour yet she could still feel the grittiness clinging to her. Giving up with a frustrated snort she instead chose to relax and just soak her burns in the water. She would have loved to go after that fire-brained moron who had burnt her with friendly fire but she had to buy her time wisely watching as the grains of sand continued to fall.

“Just because it looks like a leprechaun and talks like a leprechaun, it doesn't mean it can't act like the little fucking demon it is.”