verenia rinta

I’ve drawn regret from the truth of a thousand lies

Mother. Father.
Outcasted.
Helovia.
Tio.
Family.
Love.
Lies.
Life.
Over.

Life was over. Not yet, not yet... The belly of the creature was swollen, big and round she was. Tio had tricked her. He had implanted a baby inside of her, a foal. An offspring to take her place. She didn't want to place a foal to this world.
Home. She had lost her home to those ugly enemies. Knocked out. Hurt. The bruises on her sides were still visible, stretched even due to the pregnancy.
Spirits were floating around her, spinning in circles above her body. The grass was soft, a nice bed. Nice. Yes.
It was nice to lie down. It was heavy to walk around with a life inside of you. Whipped with the white tail to the ground, feeling the muscles inside of her fight against her.
She knew this.
The mare had seen this coming for a while now.

Now.

She fought. Spirits were floating in circles above her, circling her body as she fought Death in her head. There was a different spirit next to her, one she had never seen before. It was black.
The others were white.
Who are you?
She did not know. Who was she? She was Verenia Rinta. Born to Kalimar and Contrami in the Valley of the Witch, in the herd of Suflete Pierdute.
Raised together with spirits, raised to be evil. Raised to be the one to poison everyone.
Verenia screamed, the fight getting hotter and more intense inside of her head.

Blood. Blood beneath her, clothing the green in a pretty red color. She bled. Death. The fight. She had to fight.
The mare coughed, blood coming out of her mouth. Fight. Fight, Verenia Rinta. Fight.
She couldn't.

She fought her best for hours - it felt like days. The sun was setting by the horizon, covering the scene in a beautiful warm shimmer. Birds weren't singing for once. Cold air blew around her, a big contrast to the warm light that was leaving her alone to the dark.
Darkness.
The night was coming.
More blood. Coughing. Bleeding. Fighting.

She had to fight.

The black spirit stood next to her, almost right above her. It was watching her, observing every twitch in her small robust body. She wasn't big enough for this foal. It tore her apart.
The black spirit was just fog to the appearance, but it was fog in the shape of a hybrid. An enormous draft with a horn and wings. Wings from a bat, black as the night, and a horn broken in half with sharp edges.
Death was here.

Death was coming closer.

Verenia screamed again, letting out the piercing cry in the cold air. She was getting weaker. But the foal... The foal was already out. It was almost choking, it couldn't breathe. Foal... For once, the white spirits helped the creature.
They cleaned out the nostrils and mouth for the foal, giving it the opportunity to breathe. BREATHE.

The creature was still coughing, getting weaker by each second. Breathe, breathe... SHE COULDN'T BREATHE. The blood was choking her, her lungs getting filled with the red fluid. Her face was tinted in a purplish color, a color that everyone knew the symtom of.
She was dying.
Choking.
Bleeding.
The fight was over.
Over.

It was over.

The black spirit disappeared. The white spirits disappeared.
They had nothing to haunt anymore. The body that once was Verenia was lying in the grass. It was just a shell of the equine mare. The bloody shell of a crazy mare who had just left her filly behind to die on her own.
A little blind filly left in a pool of blood next to her dead mother.

Life was finally over...

Over.

ooc: Rest in peace, Verenia Rinta <3 I always loved to write you <3
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