…Jesper had a little lamb, little lamb, little lamb…
Jesper had thought that his torment had been ended with his ‘escape’. He thought that he’d been freed from the reach of their malice. How wrong he was. The dunskin and white mare would make a tast snack and one that Astarael was eager to devour.
Waiting patiently at the edge of Sylva, she remained hidden just out of sight. Enveloped in shadow. She expected to see her newest plaything only momentarily. The woods around her seethed with the scent of lust and sex as the horses within her kingdom busied themselves with the creation of the next generation. There was a good chance that Jesper’s lover would also be newly with child. Hopefully their reunion had been…fruitful.
Gathered around her hooves, tickling strands of red fear stretched itself thinly throughout the pattern of grass, feeling for any sign of life. It was hungry and overly eager to feed off the terror it would birth.
…Whose blood will surely flow…
@[Lavendel]