The worm moved. It’s body supple and weak. Curling itself in the web made by its captor. The pathetic struggle it put up, useless. It would die alone, it’s young body not yet fully formed, wrapped in a cocoon of death. Such was life.

Ambition swirled like bacteria within her. It started as one small, insignificant emotion that festered and grew until she was all but walking ambition. All else was a lie, a facade of emotions to help her continue her quest. She could change her personality to best manipulate her victim. Like a spider weaving a web. Her days were spent creating the silk, and nights were spent spinning it. She never stopped, it was all she knew.

Stallions sought her for her ebony hide that was unusually splashed with white. She never let it go anywhere. Foals are a nuisance. They weigh a mare down, leaving her confined by its side for a prolonged duration. Some mares where born mothers, an instinct inscribed on their bones and heart until it was their only desire. But that was not her, she would have none of that. She had only one desire. A heat inside, that burned all that doubted.

She was unafraid. The Marauder of the lagoon would give her what she wanted. The mares would be flicked off him like pesky parasites until she was the only one left. He and his band of Bachelors had quite a reputation. She would be pushed around for sure. That much she knew. But she wanted her goal, and whatever happened, she would get it.

Cause at the end of the day, we all die alone.

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