Playground

Tell me something that’ll save me
I’m gonna love you with my hands tied

Now that the threat of starvation had been dismembered the pathetic wraithlike filly decided to venture from the turmoil-filled nest of the Chamber. The trip was difficult for her to make, her body was imbalanced and sore, her bones still very evident under her black pelt which was beginning to grow normal foal fluff with the aide of nourishment. The bony protrusions on her shoulders had finally healed over and giant black and red scabs now covered the once exposed bone. To think that they had once been beautiful black wings made her hate this world a little more one breath at a time. To think that her mother had taken them from her made her feel even better knowing that in the same action she had bled her mother dry, leaving her on the beach to breathe her last. Ingloria remained, mutilated and sickly - but alive.

The blood that surrounded her birth still hung about the shadow creature in an eerie aura - enough to scare some of the shy foals that roamed here away, but perhaps the curious or the brave would venture close enough to her to speak. She wasn't sure why she needed to seek companionship in her peers, but she knew it was something in her that felt obligated to show to the world that she was still a force to be reckoned with.

ingloria
show my your teeth