Of course he would follow. Of course he would. I did not hear him come though, because I was too busy listening to my heartbeat and the rushing blood in my veins. Too busy imagining the monsters in my mind, they still haunted me even after all this time surrounded by normals. Their claws, teeth and screams followed me even in the broad daylight, not leaving me be for a single second. So when the white stallion spoke, I threw my head up and woke up Dezba by doing so, before I rose up. Dezba almost had to jump away from me and hissed quietly to show that she was offended by my sudden movement. "Life's a real bitch, isn't it?" My gaze was locked on the ground, but that didn't stop the smile from spreading on my face. I sighed - still smiling -, lowering my head to nudge Dezba as an apology. "Life is the biggest bitch of them all." I said, rising my head again and looking at the... I didn't even know what he truly was. Lord of the Basin, even though he didn't smell like cold and mountain anymore. He was more than a simple stallion.

"Mauja, you see, I understand your crawling. Your struggle. I do not fully understand it, but I know what you are talking about." I swallowed and let my ears fall to my neck. "Reason why I am like... this-" I hissed, before continuing. "-is that I met some very interesting creatures outside of Helovia. Escaping the darkness, yet I got trapped in another." Would he understand? Maybe. "I've been... Stunned, and my memory is a bit patchy since I don't exactly want to remember it all which you surely have noticed by now." Short-term memories were not my strong side now, as I forgot half of the stuff I had done only a short while or a few days ago. "I don't want to remember... But I still do. Smiling mouths filled with teeth sharp as thorns, glowing eyes haunting me, stallions rising above me before degrading me completely." Why did I tell him this? Why? There was always an why but never an answer.

Maybe I wanted comfort. I wanted comfort from one of the coldest stallions I could find - what the fuck was I thinking? "Oh, I just want to scream," I mumbled, looking at him with wide-open eyes. "I want to scream, bleed, kill and enjoy death." The words were but a hissing whisper, as I came closer to him. One step after another, I came closer and closer until I was just a breath away. "Have you ever felt like this? Like a true psychopath? It is not fun, no." I withdrew slightly and shook my head. "When you just get a need and craves after chewing meat, crushing bones and drinking blood." What even was I anymore? I shouldn't be a mother. A daughter. Sister. Friend.

"How many times have you killed, Mauja?"

"Talking"
Delinne's thoughts
Dezba's thoughts

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