She stretched, looking out of the cave she had bedded in with bleary eyes. The sun was just peeking over the horizon, turning the sky soft purple before orange. Her stomach turned and she groaned in protest, releasing its contents into the sand.
Ugh, she hadn't yet decided if becoming with foal had been a bright idea or not. Sure, it would tie her even more closely to her stallion. Might provide her with an heir for him, with bond their blood in this world and on to the next. But really, who in their right mind would suffer this in return?
Killgore had settled battles, learning from a young age that only the strong could survive. She had raised herself from the platform that would lead her to be a broodmare for her fathers soldiers, and had instead fought to earn her place. She had hardened her heart, and her soul for that matter, selling it to whatever devils she could will to show her favor on the field. She had taken life, for gains, sometimes for nothing in return. Well, now that wasn't true, she did enjoy it. Yet here she was, with child, for once creating life. Of course the act itself had been...marvelous. If she could, she would gladly choose to spend her life like that,for all days. Perhaps a bit of taunting that silly Ghoest in between, you know, a girl needs a little variety.
Her mate was an excellent specimen for breeding, so she had consented with little fuss. She was convinced he would bring her strong children, special children that would better her line. Well, his too she supposed. It was a shame he had had far too little offerings to bear him his chidren, but of course that fact had provided a little spice in life. Perhaps he knew, perhaps he didnt, but she seen the coupling with the silver dapple. The one who had bawled like an infant, and Killgore well, she had laughed. What a sickeningly stupid little mare, wandering around as she had. Passing their borders, what had she been doing here anyways? Buy a map next time stupid girl. Served her right, she snorted as she walked towards the surf. Killgore needn't worry, the child would be likely no consequence to her own. A feeble nasty little beast, just like its mother she confirmed to herself with a chuckle.
She stood at the tide, letting the water lap over her obsidian hooves. The salt air tossing her mane around, and she inhaled the ocean air. The scent of seaweed, and fish had grown to be a familiar one. A welcome one. Ah, but where was her metallic master? The day was new, and they had trouble to stir. She nickered at the cliffs, scanning them for his iron reflection.
