The birth was only drawing closer and closer. Every night she would stare upwards and beg a fellow Assassin, or some odd and off character to come about and rescue her and her child. Her time in the Foothills was killing her, and the child had given her the fight to make its mother more called. After the experience with Knox, she at all costs was going after revenge. Though now, things seemed to have changed as she wandered between the trees. A rare moment where the mare had time to herself, to relax and keep calm? Yes, but something else. A scent had come back to her, one she knew from during her experiences in this place. And then damned Knox's scent. It was only how the colt smelled that revolted her so strongly. The flame ripped upwards, and not having the luxury of moving quickly now, her pace was slow as she went up an incline towards the source.
It struck her harder, and she recoiled as the smell of blood came through. She hadn't smelt it since, since well, the incident with Nephilia, Onsoun's daughter. There isn't much to say when you remember your half-sister ripping the face off of the stallion who raised you because she didn't get enough attention. Why Knox had this scent, it only fueled hatred for him. As she burst through the trees, the sight of Faelon was enough to make her feel the black flame inside her chest spark dead.
"Faelon, you lost piece of unicorn stereo-type, why in the name of the Moon are you here?!" She attempts to make herself look like she isn't happy to see the stallion who greeted her in the Threshold, though secretly it is nice to see a good soul she is familiar with around. Her pale blue eyes dart towards Knox, seeing the bloodly fox on his back. Again, he has a different form, and he has yet to ever come across the action of pleasing the night-sky mare. Even in the last days of pregnancy, she is still as beautiful as ever. "Oh, excuse me, I didn't know we'd have the little boy who plays games with his mutt around. Tell me Knox, have you found anything good enough to please a beauty like myself, or is your disgusting presence only gotten more rotten? Seems like it smells like death."
It takes her strength not to disappear. If they knew what made her stomach churn, images of losing her sire twirled about in her head. Blood, blood. The red colour it took on and how it held a shine to it like a mirror. Already her stomach is sickening, and she steps away from Knox to ignore the sight of slain creature. It can only remind her of losing Onsoun and Myrsk, though Myrsk collapsed after he used to let the mare carry him during their journey. Fury is set towards Knox for having his companion still there. And yet in her annoyance does her child take the job her companion always had. Keeping her in tact.
Simply just a kick within her stomach, the pain only seemed to become more instense this far. She moves towards Faelon, ignoring Knox as much as she can. Now is the time to see someone she might enjoy later on in the past. If Ignita was there, maybe it'd be some type of unwanted reunion, and it could work to her advantage to gain up on Knox. Though here, odds were never in her favour. Even if she had Faelon, with her captor near by, anger was going to be a weapon if a child cannot stop the onslaught.