Azale Moniet

As Azale looked around, she quickly realized the chipmunk had escaped her grasp. Relief and frustration were felt inside her all at the same time. She was happy that the creature had escaped its death, but was also sad. Now she was just that much father away from finally getting her magic.

How could she be so selfish? Azale had all the time in Loorien to make more kills. She should be joyful for the chipmunk who escaped death, for it would go on to have children and make more animals for her to kill for her quest, right? Yes. That sounded like something to be happy about.

Her orange eyes devour the landscape, looking for another victim. The others hadn't been hard to discover, and this one shouldn't be much different. The filly stays alert and unmoving, waiting for another little animal to fall into her hooves. It would end up giving up its life for a meaningful cause - her quest. It was meaningful to her, at least.

The sight of a rat scuffling beneath the leaves of the debris on the ground. Azale immediately spots the large, healthy looking rat under a tree branch. She waited for it to move tentatively out from underneath the branch. Once it finally did, Azale was upon it. Her muscles were bunched beneath her coat as she threw herself at the rat. She was sure to get it this time.

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Azale Moniet

Just her luck. Azale watched the rat escape from her deadly hooves and scamper off to safety. Yes, she was happy it got another day of life, but she was also frustrated. This meant she was no closer to getting her magic or finishing her quest. And it meant she'd have to spend even more time in the Deep Forest hunting. The sooner she finished up here, the sooner she'd be able to return to her mother's soft coat and gentle words which was exactly what she wanted after a long day of spending her time in this dreadful place.

Azale sighed, moving on to find more prey. Her orange eyes were ablaze as she searched through the debris, looking for possible targets. A raccoon crept into her sight as she spotted the decent sized animal sitting, content on a log only a few feet away from her. She slowed her breathing, falling silent as she studied the raccoon's movements.

Soon, the animal's head was down. Azale had a clear shot to break the raccoon's neck from where she was now. The filly lifted her body off the ground, propelling herself forward with a little help from her wings. If her aim was true, she was sure to kill this animal.

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Azale Moniet

The raccoon was dead beneath her little hooves. Azale Moniet had taken another life. Her orange eyes filled with sorrow as she looked down at the dark creature. The filly gracefully bent down her head, touching her pale maw to it's forehead. She clenched her eyes tight, frowning.

"I'm sorry," Azale's words were barely a whisper. She then picked up the raccoon and laid it by her other kill. The filly wasn't sure wether to feel pride for coming so far in her quest, or guilt for killing so many innocent animals for such a selfish reason. It didn't matter now, the deeds were already done.

Azale's orange eyes surveyed the forest once again, but she was tired of killing. 'Only one more, Azale, just one more, then you can take a break and go somewhere else,' she reminded herself. The filly spotted a new creature among the foliage. An animal with a dusty brown and white pelt was nibbling on a bloody carcass of another creature a little inches larger than it in size. The animal was a stoat. This stoat was to be her next target.

As the stoat buried his muzzle in the carcass of it's kill, Azale jumped into the air, her hooves aimed for the stoat's spine. It was pretty much the same method she had used to kill most of her other victims, but this time, she might miss and the stoat could consider attacking her. But it was nothing she couldn't take.

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Azale Moniet

Regret crosses the filly's eyes as she watches the stoat take it's last breath of air, a horrified look on the animal's little face. She turns away, unable to bear the sight of the dead stoat. This kill was unlike her others, there was actual emotion displayed in front of her, pain and sorrow in the dead creatures eyes. Azale took a shaky breath, glancing at the stoat one more time. She had to be strong, like Aaron and the rest of her family. That was why she was doing this, right? To be like the family.

Azale walked forward, picking up the stoat's limp body in her little pale mouth. It was still warm. She tried to smile to herself, to think about how much closer she was to finishing her quest, but the look in the stoat's eyes before it died wasn't something she could smile about after witnessing.

The little filly gathered her kills before setting off on her next killing spree. Azale silently prayed to the Gods, asking them not to make her watch anymore of her victims die the way the stoat had. She knew now the danger of the magic she had asked for, and what kind of pain it would inflict on other horses. But was the pain of others worth her own desire of being like the rest of her family?

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