A sound pierced through the vixen's sleeping form, it spoke of will, of strength, of raw and utter power. It was a haunting melody of equine and creature, that of low, rough chords. She could not be bothered to answer such beckons, such cries, but the cat that was proving to be wise beyond her years, hissed and growled until the mare had risen onto her daggers. Apparently she cared much more for the icy basin then Zandora had recently, her duties, her effort at absolute minimum. The amethyst had wanted otherwise, she did not want to be pathetic, to be unneeded and worthless, but she had become such things, despite all the useless desire to not. 

A groan slipped from onyx lips as she searched for Cortana, the filly so intent on never listening to her mother. She had failed at that too, her attempts to be a mother had fallen through her hooves like everything else had. After all, the little creature did not need her mother, and the pain that such realizations had brought Zandora was absolutely heartbreaking. To peer upon your creation, your very own image, in each passing day and to see the coldness of nothing in her(your) eyes, and to know that all the devotion you had for her, all the care, all the love, meant nothing? Well it was shattering. Everything that Cortana was supposed to be for her, all the love Zandora was supposed to(and does) have for her had been cast aside; for blood had become more important then love. It seemed like an awful metaphor, replace blood with any sin and the truth still remained so grippingly, devastatingly, true. It was a miserable life she lived, and one that increasingly came unwanted. 

When Cortana was finally found bursting through the trees in all of her youth, all of her strength and glory, Zandora looked away. She could not stand to look into those eyes, could not stand to see the pure disinterest in everything Zandora was, so she looked away. With a simple bob of her head, the three set out to follow the call. Evara offered her bonded some reassurance, but with a glare of jade eyes, Zandora knew that Evara was not happy with the way she simply let Cortana hate her mother. Although was it not understood that sometimes one had lost the desire to fight?

In all of her sadness, all of the reasons to simply give up. Zandora held her head high, and the three females arrived to the meeting in their black coated glories. They were predators, Zandora a thief in the night, Evara a hunter, and Cortana, well... she is a vampire. She should not allow such petty things to get to her, but they did and they always will. So with a huff she listened, staying hidden in the outskirts of the meeting. Her orbs kept carefully focused on Cortana, watching the filly go trumpeting away to Mortuus Nox, the damn man that she had created a liking for. 

The meeting already seemed to heat quite quickly, but the purple crested did not intervene, her word was unneeded, and quite frankly, she didn't give a damn. Meetings went as meetings did, and at the end of the day some are going to be happy and others aren't, it's just how the game of life worked. Life was no one's bitch. 







"Talk."