LET THEM HATE AS LONG AS THEY FEAR.

Siren was trying to be nice, but his words about her not being pregnant again made Siren feel anger boil under her fur. Her long tail flicked against her hocks as she pinned her ears, eyes set upon Finley. All she wanted was a foal and with his words he made it sound like she wanted to kill another one. Shaking her head, she shoved the pain away at his words and shut out the screaming of the cats farther away than where they had been at the beginning.


“Making allies sounds like a trip.” She muttered, her body shifting how it stood for a moment. She could hear the wind softly breeze through the branches, the gentle brush of leaves all around them almost over riding her senses. She was trying to stay grounded, but everything was almost to much for her to handle. She lost her child for a second time in a row and now Finley was speaking as if she would repeat the same mistakes all over again.


“And for good measure Finley, I will do as I please on the foal side of things.” Her voice was snippy, but she leveled him with a hard look. “Tell me oh wise one… What does it take on these islands to make allies?” With that part finished, the mare stood silently and waited for what he would say. She would do what she pleased when it came to offspring, but he was certainly right. For the foreseeable future and probably a few years to come, Siren would not be having any children or stallions in her bed during the fall.

SIREN’S SYMPHONY

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

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