She quivered as the shape before her ran through her. Teeth like a vampire and shadows of white. Horrified as the being almost whispered into her. Rather to her though, it was her unborn children it shocked.
Brooke could feel their uncertainty boil in her twirling stomach, as butterflies consumed her concern. In protection of her children she high tailed her ass out of there. Hooves skidding and scraping carelessly across the harded lava. Making a promise mentally 'I will hold these children dear, and teach them the ways of my father.' Inside that was a promise to love them, outside it was a promise to teach them the skills of equine supremacy, war, and dominance.
Hair floating graciously in the wind she was running to exit the Veins quickly. No resistance.