Valve never bore a single child in all her years on this earth. She was the opposite of a mother, if there could be such a thing. The black mare had taken more lives than she had created—one of which happened to be Evaline’s son, Kasabian. If mothers were universally known to care for their children more than anything or anyone else, then by all accounts the golden mare should have hated Valve for what she had done. But she didn’t. Perhaps because her son was indirectly responsible for the mangled ear and bastard children that had leeched much life from her a short time ago. Valve appreciated this quality in Evaline more than anything else—she was unapologetic and felt little obligation to those that wronged her, blood or not.

She offered the golden mare a dry smile at her coy retort. “Nah,” she replied sarcastically. In truth, Valve hadn’t missed her or anyone else hardly at all. She was perfectly fine being alone for extended periods, save for the utter boredom that usually resulted from such conditions. Valve preferred having others around almost entirely for the sport of manipulation or intimidation, for better or worse.

“Ditched the kids too,” she continued. “Good.”

Based on the amount of time that had passed since she had last seen Evaline and the foals, she knew that they couldn’t have been fully grown. She prodded the mare with this observation only because she was curious—were they dead? Abandoned? She wanted details if possible and to see just how forthcoming the other mare intended on being with her. If she was going to stay here, she would need to pay the rent with information.

VALVE
slenderman x black heart machine