Okay.
OH-FUCKING-KAY.
Helle's attempt to be nice wipes off her face like getting the taste smacked out of her mouth by Sabe's snide comment. "Seriously, Sabe, SERIOUSLY? Holy shit. It was a compliment you pretentious wench. Fuck!" And a simulated 'hands-in-the air' type frustration follows, Helle just moves on off from the tawny woman and children.
Lids slit and her own lobes lace against her own skull to bury in the lavender tresses. Helle can't win for shit seriously. So if all these mares wanted her to leave them be then so it shall. Helleborn would let them rot for all she cares now.
She had tried to be a bitch. Nope, didn't work.
She had tried to be nice. Nope, didn't work
She had tried to just have a conversation with her herd-mates. Nope, didn't work.
Well fuck 'em. Helle was better off on her own since Chem was gone and the other women just couldn't seem to even try at all.
With a snort, the striped mare decides to shove off. Let them rot. Let them explain it to Chem.
He could call her what he wanted, they could call her what they wanted but this misery was not worth it.
HELLEBORN
light up the world as i fall asleep