Airlia

"Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned"

She giggled madly at the broken man. Her plan was going perfect; kill the girl, break the father. She watches him wallow in his pain with tears on his face. She smirks while giggles still seep from her soft lips. Her horned head swings with her evil glee as her eyes roll darkly. It all ends when he rises to his massive hooves. She eyes him taking in his superior size and strength. She stiffens her silver eyes watching him closely. If she had been sane the lady would have run for the hills. Then again, if she had been in her right mind the mare would never have murdered her child.

His words cause her ears to slam back like a bear trap. She shows her teeth in a silent snarl. "Oh ya just like you are." Her head lowers neck extended with her own sick rage. "You were to wrapped up in fucking ever last girl you could to even notice she was in pain. That I was tormenting her." She smirked and lifted her head back up the rage evident on her once beautiful features. He would pay for his nasty words, for his stupidity.

She watches him, watches the pain and anger fighting in him. She smirks darkly her teeth still bared at him. Her long tail lashes out behind her, a whip of flesh and bone. She had crushed every last hope and dream he had for them and their filly. Giggles slither from her lips as she watches him come to the retaliation he had failed. He was a boy to wrapped up in in bedding every weak and useless girl he could find. His daughter had paid for the his insolent behavior. He had ruined her life by cursing her with a weak useless girl, so she ruined his by taking her away.

Nostrils flared, drawing in the stench of death and blood that covered her body. She revels at the twisted deed she had just accomplished. She lunged missed then broke into laughter; her mind blacker than a starless sky. While lost in her wild joy he slams into her chest and she lands on the ground with a massive thump. Pain erupts through the right side of her body as sticks stab at her sides.

She rolls to her feet and stands shakily, trying to catch her breath. As she stands wheezing the massive golden dragon she had once admired dove towards her fire seeping from her powerful jaws. With a squeal of pain and anger she darted to the to the right trying to avoid most of the flames. Even so fire spread over her left side burning the hide to a crisp. She squealed as the psychosis rage clouded every logical thought. She dove straight at him, already limping blood gushing down her side as she pulled the burns open. Her horned head ducked down as she tried to bite him. Alabaster teeth flashed aiming for the lower part of his flank,down towards his belly.

The pain was awful, but the boiling black tar rage was worse. It drove her on, pushed her to the brink of what her body could handle. A sane horse would have turned and ran home with her tail between her legs. She could have told her mother she had been kidnapped. She could have married that old creep had his strong colt then taken over when he mysteriously died. Instead she was here. The mare should have been locked away in the deepest darkest corner of mental institute; instead she was fighting for her life in a battle that was already won.
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OOC/Tags;; @Volterra
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Mild damage to her right side due to sticks, sever burns on her left side.
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