Was Abyss incapable of love? "Are you dull with your feelings?" It blurted out. She turned her head slowly towards him. She waited for a response to her questions. She couldn't comprehend her feelings. She wanted him. Very much indeed. Then she hated his living soul. He had added more hate onto her. Her frail body was now swollen with a foal.
The cave was cold. They both had a chance of freezing. The extra weight was adding so much weight, it sucked the energy out of her. Was she to weak to have a foal? She was determined to try her hardest. She was as passionate for him as the wind was for the sky. It ended as suddenly as it began. She had come to this dead end with impressive speed. Her thoroughbred lineage kicked in. She had tripped down a slope.. well more like slid. She stayed upright, but the branches from the thick trees wouldn't let her go so easily. A barb wire trap. Not really barbed wire. It just felt like it.
Her front legs were bloody and scraped up. Her back legs missed no hair, and had no blood drawn. She turned her butt to him. Hiding her front legs in shame. Her head was still exceptionally low. The poor mare had a terrible life. She didn't want to end it though. She wanted to scream and leave. Not the cave, but Helovia. She wouldn't do that though. Abyss was only offering himself for the future foal. The magic of the situation was gone. She wanted to feel special.