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There was something aloft about the black skinned mare the sauntered around the Aurora Basin. The Corporal had returned with high spirits, but they soon scattered into a million pieces as if they were ashes left behind from a great fire. So much had happened since; she just couldn’t wrap her head around it. She felt lost, alone, and more importantly, used. She walked away from the herd, walking slowly. She was growing bigger everyday, and her skin was stretched a million miles more than it should have.
Crowley…what really was he? Was he the Weaver of the Aurora Basin, a fellow member of the Plague that was one of the four only allowed, for the moment, to recruit, or the devil himself? Whatever the brindled bastard was, she sure didn’t want to know. It had seemed like a good idea at the time, but she saw now that it was just a weak moment, a moment of lust. Her body had craved for the warmth of another, the touch and love she thought it would bring with it, and for once, she was right. It had, but like everything else, it had a price. Why did such things always happen to her?
The snow piled around her hooves, as she just stood out in the open, no shelter from the coming storm. Why would she? This child owed her nothing, and she would owe it nothing. For the moment, that was how it would be, but she had no wish to bring this child into the world. She looked at her belly again, as she often did now a day, and gave it a glare. She had no time for this. Warriors didn’t get pregnant, and they certainly didn’t let their child walk away unscathed. She could feel the child move ever so slightly, and even if all her anger was at Crowley, she truly couldn’t stay mad at the invisible thing inside her. She thought about it now. What would motherhood be like? Would she be able to take care of the child, or would she fail because she simply didn’t know how? She sighed again, and decided to keep moving on.
Moving through thickening snow, she went forward, toward the hot springs. What better place than to heat up your chilling body, or aching one at that matter? Her joint hurt like hell, not used to carrying such weight from her middle. It was a task just to get her in. She couldn’t climb in, and she was afraid to herself, or the foal. She had to carefully maneuver her way. She ended up backing up, because she didn’t know if there were steps leading down, and falling in was not a pleasant option. Having never been to the springs, it certainly was something new.
She found a somewhat deep, hot place and sprawled herself about. She was in the water up to her neck, but she kept her front left hoof on a solid rock below. She stayed like that for a while, keeping her self a float by half swimming half standing. The warm water took her mind, and she started to slip, her mind sinking into the waters by which she lay in. But with it, her body sank to. At first, she breathed, and it felt normal, but it in fact wasn’t. Silver eyes opened to water, and she was sinking in the hot springs, being pulled down. She panicked, and tried to bring herself back up, but she couldn’t. Her front hooves reached up and touched the surface of the water, but that was as far as she got.
She gasped in water, and started to choke, panicking more. What could she do now? Sit here and drown? She looked down and realized her right back hoof was caught between two thin rocks. Her foot was the perfect size, and she was just enough below the water where she couldn’t get air. Her life began to flash. Her parents, coming to Helovia, the Plague, and Crowley were all that came to mind. She was losing air, and she started to lose her vision. This wasn’t happening, this wasn’t happening. She wasn’t going to die like this, not with a foal, her foal. She moved her powerful black legs, and managed to get them out of the rock, but she didn’t reach the surface before she passed out.
"Thinking. Speaking. Acting."
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