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Cam had known evil existed; she was born from the devil himself. But even that devil had not treated her in such a way as that monster had; leaving her scared and scarred the rest of her life mentally and possibly physically. Cam never dared to look at her reflection and see if there was something he had done; anything that might remind her of that day. But there was something she could not rid herself of and that was of his own flesh and blood.
Glancing over, the dark mare looked at her child that she had bore from that fateful day and despite it all she could not bring herself to hate the girl. In fact, it was the only lifeline she had in this world and Cam clung onto that every day as if it was her last. She liked to think that Idelle held no resemblance to that beast and only looked like a smaller version of herself. Whether that was actually true or not, Cam would never tell. In fact, she never once spoke of Idelle's father to the poor girl. What could she have said anyways? She knew nothing of him, only of the breath cruel moments they had shared before he had disappeared. But what she did teach Idelle was fear. She should never be without it, even if it was just a small amount or else she would become careless and then that was when something could happen.
Currently, Cam stood among the thick foliage of the trees with her daughter close at hand. Golden eyes closed, the dark mare's tail flicked lazily from side to side as she swished at the pesky flies that buzzed about. It was then that the dreadful scent entered her nose; one she had hoped to never smell again. Eyes snapping open, her ears flicked forward and then laced back as she heard that voice. So full of malice last time, she could only imagine the sound now was of pure mockery. "Idelle" she whispered, her gaze shifting in hopes of seeing her daughter still at her side.
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