Merry Christmas, you filthy animal
She stirred in the darkness, the hot stagnant air like a too heavy blanket she couldn't untangle from. Summer, what a terrible season. Hot humid air that sat heavy on her emerald coat, clung to her throat so that she could not breathe. She knew not how long the darkness held her this time, days, weeks, years? The stiffness in her joints said it was that of years; as her red forelock stuck to her face and eyes. She shook her thick neck to release the plastered strands, grumbling to herself about the inconvienence. The ever curious mare wondered why she had stirred this time? What omnipresent itch needed addressing? Every foray into the populated world of Beqanna had left her less than enthralled, and more beaten down. Slaybell, the unwanted tossed aside abandoned misfit. Whatever caused her to stir she knew she must see it out or else become restless in the darkness.
The darkness, she wasn't sure where it was, in terms of space and time, but it would spit her back out into Beqanna when it felt she needed to address things or get berated once more. This time was no different, just like that she was in the forest. Plopped down with no instruction or hint about what her purpose was. As if the abyss had said, "Get on with it already." A heavy sigh escaped her lips; what purpose indeed. She began to walk, heavy footed, unenthused with her change of environment. She plowed through the uneven terrain leaving a trail of broken twigs and overturned soil. Her attention on nothing particular, she took in the sights of the shadow covered forest. Until she heard the voices of 2 others, both mares. Slaybell's ears perked forward and she was curious what would come with the voices-- if nothing else.
The Darkness had taken her blood lust from her; the unfortunate consequence of heredity and being born during the war. She hadn't interacted with another being since then . Her mind raced with the possibility of being able to hear without the constant droning of a heart beat. Footsteps fell louder as their paths continued on a crash course. Two mares, one older the other younger, came into view. Both held the same smokey lavender hue and something told her they were just as out-of-place as she. Slaybell, curious to find others with colored bodies outside of the standard shades, wondered if this was what had caused her to stir. If she was meant to find them or something. Internally she laughed at herself for such ridiculous thoughts. Either way, she would find out more. He voice rose to meet them, a plain greeting, as was her nature to not be extravagant. "You look just as happy to be here in the heat as I! I'm Slaybell, what brings you out in the heat?" She was not a conversationalist, and her words felt awkward in her mouth, though maybe she didn't sound as awkward as she felt.
Small talk... add that to the list of useless things, next to summer. Her thoughts continued to ramble as she awaited a reply, the only distraction was the slightest of forgiving breezes that graced them from within the tree cover.
❄ Slaybell ❄
The Christmas Bitch