She had slept soundly under the eye of her mother. She thought it was strange the usually viscous mare was being so nice to,but the tender child side of her longed for the gentle touches her mother had given her. Dreams of heartwarming family outings filled her with longing. The filly wished her family was like the ones of her dreams. They were sweet and playful at the same time. Sleep and dreams left all at once as scarlet eyes flew open. Her dainty head lifted and a heavy sigh seeped from her muzzle. Her life would never be picturesque, she knew that, a small part of her always had.

Carefully she rocked to her hooves scarlet eyes looking around for her twisted mother. As she wondered around trying to find the mare a random foal found her sleeping spot and curled up hidden like she had been. She had no idea it was happening or that her mother would kill the poor thing. She walked for a long time looking for her mother or father. It wasn't until she heard the screaming and yelling that she turned and started running.

Had that been her father's voice yelling, and her mother screaming? Fear raced through her as she raced back. If only her legs were longer, if only she could make it back before whatever happened happened. Where they being attacked? No, she couldn't imagine her Apa being bested by any manner of beast. Then what could it be?

The overwhelming sickly sweet scent of blood slammed into her. It was almost like hitting a brick wall. Thin alabaster legs scrabbled for purchase as she threw on the brakes. Her body quivered and sweat coated her young body. Scarlet eyes bulged as she froze at the sight. Her Apa covered in blood, mother dead, and a mutilated corpse were spread out. Her sides quivered stomach rolling like the ocean.

Deep words reach out and stroke her ears causing her gaze to shift to the mammoth man. His head is bowed and body sagging. With a great cry the filly races to his side. "APA!!" She tries to thrust her way around Vérzés, since he has always been nicer, to her ebony father's side. "Apa, what happened?!" Her eyes shifted to the broken body of her mother. 'I know I should be sad, crushed even, but I'm just not...' In truth the girl was relived. There would be no more beatings no need to fear home. She quivered trying to thrust her muzzle against his massive shoulder reassuring herself that he is alive and well.

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OOC/Tags;; @Volterra Oh gosh, so many feels!

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