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“AFRICA.” The young grey spat back at him, irritated that he felt the need to harass her so naggingly. Black tipped ears buried themselves amid the wild tangles of windblown oily grey mane, a very clear portrayal of boiling frustration. His voice sliced through her brain like a serrated knife, grinding against every frayed, brittle nerve therein. "Lucky we ran into each other." He purred smoothly, goading the cold, tired prisoner for no credible reason, perhaps, other than his own satisfaction. Revenge... She decided sorrowfully with an unmasked frown to betray the revelation. Even as she scrambled internally with dying energy to figure out what grief she had caused him; any justification he could possibly have for planting in front of her right this second, and chewing away the last of her spirit with wicked delight...
His thick, hulking body slid forward to choke the remaining thread of liberty, security, gained when she had fled the dell in which the bitter fight had been lost. Africa tucked her chin as tightly as she could against her throat- away from the sudden reach of his hungering mug, and clenched her gentle eyes as fear began to shake her bruised, injured frame once again. Blood bubbled beneath the grazed surface of her shoulder, but already a crust had formed so that slow and arduous tissue repair could begin. His clammy, rotten breath caused nerves to prickle defensively and the wound ached cruelly, upon a creature that had never before been subject to such unwarrented suffering.
Then, his rough, whiskered lips began to rove downwards along the fractured length of her limp wings. Instinctually, every burning inch of her tried to lift the useless appendages, to whisk them from his touch and fold them safely high across her back. They did not respond at all though, and the left wobbled flaccidly through bursts of agonizing pain as he felt the long, defiled quills interwoven across its surface. Stop it! STOP IT... Her mind screamed as tears began to spew across her pale, hollowed facade. Africa pressed her teeth down firmly around her flailing, desperate tongue though, and the only evidence indicative of her reaction was the anguish-driven convulsions wracking her, at each of his immoral strokes.
"Do you remember our first encounter?" Crash said through a ghoulish smile. Africa could not see it, but the sneering sound made her gag. "I was looking for one of these little beauties."
A feather... He wanted one feather? The mare’s eyes flung open and narrowed almost as quickly, as she turned her body awkwardly, removing it willfully from his reach.
“A feather Crash Course? You want a feather?” Burning eyes churned a steady stream of tears, as the humble Pegasus began to sob pathetically. “Why don’t you just take all of them!” She screamed wildly at him, losing complete control of herself at that point. Africa’s neck jerked around awkwardly, and as her mind crumbled about the hoarfrost and hooves, she began to rip mouthful after mouthful of her sleek mottled feathers and throw them miserably at him. “Why not!” She continued, blubbering, “I mean what’s left of me anyway!” The frenzy of feathers twirled and danced in the soft breeze embracing them, falling to waste across the Basin’s merciless face. Perhaps some part of her was defying his desire to pluck them himself, some deep sense of pride. Africa did not want the horrible stick-face near her. Nude, raw skin was pimpled by blood in the wake of the removed feathers, and her wings rocked helplessly backwards and forwards with each pull; every mutilating bite. Her grief-stricken, unfocused eyes were filled with angered blame and she scowled bitterly at him.
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