Airlia

"Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned"

The mare had yet to venture this far north, so why the fuck not? It was even colder up here than in the dark woods. It was marvelous though. Having grown up in a palace in the far south the mare marveled at the snow. Silver eyes roved over the glittering snow basking in the chill of the ice crystals on her legs. Her slender head lowered lips reaching to touch the soft flakes. A bright mischievous grin flashed over her bloody lips. Breath billowed from her like a steam engine. Solid liquid silver eyes were wild as she squealed and jumped around for the sheer joy of it.

She could remember her wet nurse allowing her to play around, until her mother saw. 'You are not some wind-up toy the beggars play with.' Her words were glued to her memory with a sharp kick to her young chest. She could still feel the place her mother's cream hoof had landed. That was the moment she had learned to sneak and lie to get what she wanted. It had gotten her many wonderful things as a child, and how it had her a great man. Maybe he wasn't the brightest of beasts, but he was one of the most powerful; in this land at least.

As the nasty past dribbled into her mind her playful spurt died and left her bleak and empty. She stood her head bowed tail whipping around behind her as she stared at the mound of frozen water below her cloven hooves. One day it would not be snow beneath her hooves, but lives. She would be a ruler with her black behemoth at her side, and their dragon's feasting on their enemies.

With dark twisted thoughts swirling in her head the mare picked her way through the frozen land. Before she even realized what had happened she found herself staring down at the body of a young girl. Her hide is beautiful, with shades of powdery blue and glittering white. Four horns of ice sprout form her head and two feathery wings billow from her slender sides. She is Snow white, the fairest in the land, and she, Airlia, is nothing but the evil queen. Oozing darkness of hate and jealousy seep from the darkest recesses of her soul. Her voice is a darkly tender whisper, "Mirror mirror on the wall, whose the darkest of them all?" Evil laughter bubbled from her snarling lips.

Lost in her own sick twisted mind she runs her razor sharp horn, almost lovingly, over her supple young hide. Something snaps in her brain, and implosion of rage that takes over her crazed mind. She has no idea what she is doing, and in truth, would likely not care. She might even find pleasure in the gore. Her horn dug and twisted upon the filly's side. "No one will pick a scared bitch like you." Evil laughter thundering from her lips, her dirty deed complete the mare turned for home. Scarlet blood already drying upon her face and horn. The silver tip replaced with the ichor of the girl that had once looked like a Goddess.

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OOC/Tags;; @Erthë She came did her damage on her shoulder/ side and left xD
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