I am the razor in the hands of your heart;
And I am the razor in the hands of God.
Evaline spent most of her days leisurely sun bathing around the oasis. Today was no different. She awoke each morning and sought out the black mare she cared for so much, and while Valve was off doing her duties or whatever the hell it was she did all day, Evaline would doze quietly under the shade of a vast palm or occasionally cool off by wading into the still waters of the pond. She enjoyed the quiet that came with no children at her hooves. She also reveled in having Valve nearly all to herself, with so few others to their herd these days.
The golden mare awoke from her brief slumber just as the sun was fading beyond the horizon. She remained in her neatly-tucked position in the warm sand, watching from behind groggy, sleep-filled eyes as the sky faded into a brilliant shade of violet, and the stars began to brighten overhead. At first, Evaline did not notice Valve standing guard over a looming dune in the distance. But when the shrill call of another pierced the otherwise quiet night, the dark mare came into full view. Evaline watched as Valve studied her prey from a distance before embarking to reach them. While curious, Evaline did not fear what could be waiting for Valve closer to the shoreline. The dark mare could handle herself better than any stallion Evaline had ever met.
Neverthless, Evaline begrudgingly stood from the sand, shaking her coat lightly once she was on all fours, and decided to follow Valve's trail to investigate herself. She moved slowly -- her preferred speed these days from newly aching joints -- and ambled over dune after dune, until Valve came into view again. This time, she stood with two others. Evaline watched curiously from a distance for a moment before approaching. The buckskin -- she looked familiar. But concentration was difficult these days. It was a lingering factor from her abuse that she just could not explain. Evaline knew she knew this mare, but at the same time, couldn't quite place her.
Despite the uneasiness she felt because of this, the mare tossed her head for good measure and walked up to stand alongside Valve. She bumped the black mare lightly at her shoulder and let her gaze fall to the buckskin and the stallion near her. Evaline didn't bother to try to hide the pink scars that now marred her flesh and her mishapened, half ear."Why didn' t you tell me we had company, Valve?" She purred.
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