K1A1 stood alone, her blue coat matted with dried blood from the various wounds and bite marks Rurisk had inflicted upon her—that she had allowed him to inflict upon her. K1A1 did not ask why. She did not question his actions or regret her choices. She acted out of pure resentment, and that feeling had led her back here—bruised and bleeding with a festering parasite sapping her life force away inside her. It was always emotion that got her in trouble. Hatred. Anger. They destroyed K1A1 from the inside out, and as Panzer grew, he fed off these feelings since they were the only sorts of nourishment he had.

She flicked her dark tail as she considered her options silently to herself. This was not the first time she had been in this position, and the first time, K1A1 had rectified the problem by murdering the foal while he was still inside her. Yet her decision to do so had come too late. She still had to give birth, and when her first child came dead into the world, K1A1 nearly died herself. She knew she could not do this again, and with Shiraz’s blood staining her hoof, she thought that perhaps it would be best to eliminate her second child in the same manner.

Yes, that would be just fine.

K1A1