LET THEM HATE AS LONG AS THEY FEAR.

Siren was grumpy. That much was easy enough to see. Her ears flicked back and forth atop her head, her heart beating with a sickness of sorts. The black tendrils inside of her body known as hatred coiled around her heart and threatened to squeeze it to death. She could use a time of relaxation for the foal she was carrying, but at the same time she did need to continue to take care of the territory. It all came to a head though when this priestess seemed to invite her into the sanctuary.


Internally, Siren fought the thought of going over there until finally her large hooves moved faintly. She was slow in movement, but she kept herself close to this Sarira’s hip. Siren did not know where she was, so for now she would allow herself to relax and just follow this horse in front of her. “You lead the way then.” Her tone was kinder than before, but she did let the faint knife like edge lace it. If Sarira tried anything, Siren would do her best to protect herself and the unborn child in her womb. She would not allow for her foal to die just because of a mistake in trusting someone to show her how to relax.


Looking about herself though, Siren let all the worries faintly fall to the back burner. She loved this place she had claimed as home. It was warm during the winter but never to harsh during the summer. She may have taken it from Azrael, but in all honesty he was the one that should be ruling this place. He had the sub-herd to himself, but she knew deep down that he was more politically inclined than she herself was. Shooing that away though, Siren just allowed herself to enjoy the moment of relaxation.

SIREN’S SYMPHONY

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Mare | 18hhs | Gray | The Crown of Paradise.

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