Airlia


Since moving to the Throat she had seen all of Volterra children, and seen some of the pathetic wombs he had chosen. She had watched how her stupid girl and become soft being harbored by these stupid women. Her mind had slowly turned in on itself clouded and twisted with anger. She was a fucking princess among liars and weak minded fools. They were the Court Chester that could not make the king laugh. For all the low born simpletons out there, that means they are to have their heads cut off.

She spent most of her time pacing losing herself to the rage and blood lust. When her daughter dared to come around she was met with teeth and hooves; but never enough to leave visible marks. No scaring the girl would only bring her mother harm. Once her daughter was shaking and terrifying and her own dark needs sated she would allow the girl to feed. There was no love in her heart, for the foal or her sire.

One day her mind just sort of snapped and her swirling thoughts became clear. Her plan was simple, kill the foal torture the sire and run. So when the girl came to her that morning she was all sugar cuddling her daughter with a tender muzzle. "How about we go explore together. I'll show you where your father and I lived before we moved here." Her voice was a gentle purr her eyes calm. The snake inside hissed as it summoned up it's poison ready to strike out and kill.

So they left the safety of the sands; of Volterra's hold. She cooed sweet words to her foolish daughter biting back the sharp words as she raced after every fuzzy empty headed creature that ran past. She allowed the girl to eat without fear and gave her loving touches and honey words. She kept the pace up to the point she was almost exaughsted her her daughter was. 'Good...' When they reached the Deep forest she told the girl to lay down, she would keep watch while she slept. Being the stupid bitch she was the girl obeyed and curled up within the thickest grass they could find. She was almost invisible among the brown hock high grass. Within minutes the filly was in a deep sleep; so deep the wolves howling in the distance did not wake her.

Smirking the lady wondered off to a stream she knew that was close by. Drinking her fill she turned to eat, she had to keep her strength up. If she was to out run the clutches of two dragons and a vengeful bastard she would need to rest as well. Ever cocky the mare laid upon the ground to nap. She awoke thirty minutes later refreshed and ready for step two in her plan.

On almost silent cloven hooves the mare slipped back to her worthless daughter. Her silver eyes rolled with her evil glee. Her blood pounded in an ecstasy she had never felt before. With her slender neck arched the lady crept forward her eyes intent on the place she had left the girl. She could hear soft breathing and see the grass move slightly as she drew ever closer. Her own breath was fast and shallow as she stood over the form for a moment. Her words were breathy with her twisted excitement, "Mommy's here now...." With a bellow of rage red filled her eyes as she reared sharpened cloven hooves flashing in the air as she reared.

She didn't know it, but the first blow hit squarely on the back on the tiny body's head; it had been the killing blow. For five haze filled minutes the mare tore at the body. Blood and sweat coated her sides, face, and legs. Finally her vision cleared and she stared down at her handy work. Her body quivered with her ragged breath as she gazed down spitefully at the twisted and unrecognizable form of her daughter. Her muscles tightened as a shiver of pure pleasure shivered down her body. With a great whoop of joy the mare broke out into hysterical giggles. Her eyes rolled as the sickness in her brain finally took over. Phase one of her master plan was complete.

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OOC/Tags;; @Volterra She is standing by the body laughing covered in blood and insane.
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