I am the razor in the hands of your heart;
And I am the razor in the hands of God.
The palomino mare lay neatly in the warm sand under the shade of a towering palm tree. Her honey brown eyes closed as a rare breeze passed through the territory's oasis. She reveled in it, welcoming the brief reprieve from the heat, as it ruffled through her matted and uneven blonde mane and her short and patchy gold coat. When she opened her eyes, her vision focused on the two foals playing in the sand in the distance. They were petite and slim, but otherwise healthy. Their painted frames sometimes made her stomach crawl. Her children were a constant reminder of the stallion who had raped her, who had held her captive in the Lagoon, who had aided her eldest son, Kasabian, in some grand scheme for her to meet her demise. Whenever she felt that sour reminder in her gut, the palomino mare would just close her eyes again and swallow hard. Her soft-skinned nostrils would flare and she'd let out a long and low exhale. Evaline did not want to be a mother again. She did not want these foals. But her family had suffered enough. She would raise these foals to the best of her abilities, and with the love she'd never gave to Kasabian.
"Ruxin. That is enough." Evaline said softly from her position in the sand, watching as the chestnut painted colt reared and toppled over onto his sister, Talya. The colt eyed his mother with his matching big brown eyes before silently obeying, and taking off through the sand as he ran circles around the filly.
The details of the day Evaline gave birth to these two were hazy, at best. She remembered seeing Valve and Gabbar when they arrived in the Lagoon. She remembered Shamwari coming to her aid near the end of her labor. She never saw Kasabian after their battle in the Lagoon, but she remembers clearly the last thing he said to her. "Enjoy your last breathes, mother dearest." Evaline swallows hard again as her eldest son flits to the forefront of her mind. He often did these days, whether she liked it or not. Her mutilated ear had healed, but was left deformed in the wake of what he'd done to her. Pale pink scars marred her once flawless golden coat. Her once flowing blonde mane and tail were matted and rubbed uneven. She didn't care about how she looked these days. Her mane would grow back. The scars, however, would be a fateful reminder of the son who made sure she'd never forget him.
There was a time during her captivity that Evaline thought she'd never see the Dunes again. Shamwari insisted on taking her home to the Prairie and only relented when Evaline outright refused. The Dunes was her home now. She had a family here who risked everything to save her from the Lagoon. This is where she belonged.
Evaline kept to herself, mostly, since she's been strong enough to carry on without any help. It took some weeks, and she relied on the company of Gabbar's herd to help raise her newborns while she focused on healing herself. It would take some time for her to be able to accept what had happened to her and move on. Kasabian was dead, and in return, she had a new daughter and a new son.
17 | Arabian cross |14.2 | Palomino | Mother of Kasabian, Shamwari, Vita Nova, Paradiso | Vinyl |