I am the razor in the hands of your heart;
And I am the razor in the hands of God.
The palomino mare wasted no time after receiving the "go ahead" from Valve. She left the lean, black mare alone along the shoreline of the Dunes, and kicked out against the waves with Luthien in her sights. Her first stop was the Prairie, where her shaky legs carried her through the tall, yellow grasses in an effort to find her son. There was no time to dwell on their own issues. So when the big chestnut stallion approached her with pinned ears and a soured expression, she wasted no time in revealing the truth. "Psychedelic is living the Forest. With, with one of our foals." She told him. "Persephone does not know the truth." That was all it took to set this plan in motion.
Evaline left in a hurry for the Forest. Shamwari and Evaline agreed that she would be the first to approach the herd in the neighboring terrain, given her good standing with the matriarch there. Shamwari would wait in the distance, as Evaline hoped Valve would too, and be ready to do what should have been done so long ago. Bob should have died alongside his partner in crime, Kasabian in the muck of the Lagoon.
The Forest was eerily quiet when the palomino mare finally breached its borders. She took quick, but quiet steps down the forested path, her golden ear lobes flicking forward and back at the sound of any disturbance: the call of a sea gull in the distance, the wind underneath a fleeing osprey's wings, the twigs that snapped under her dull, chipped hooves. Eventually Persephone's scent became more present in the air around her. Psychedelic's too. Evaline wasn't nervous, despite her heart racing in her chest. She had dreamed of this day for a long time. The stallion who had raped her, whom had contributed to her torture and near death, who forced her to carry their wretched children to full term, only to steal one away from her... He deserved nothing more than the blunt force of Valve's hooves against the side of his skull. And Evaline was ready to bare witness to his looming execution. She was perhaps, even excited about it.
The mare heard them before she saw them. The painted stallion and the roan mare were discussing her daughter, who was apparently pregnant. This new information gave the mare pause, and she tried desperately to turn off the emotions that stirred in her because of this. Part of her hated Psychedelic even more for being such a careless parent. The other side of her, however, didn't know how to feel. Nevertheless, the mare swallowed hard and pushed forward through the brush with every intention of making her presence known.
Her dark brown eyes narrowed onto Psychedelic first, then flitted to Persephone. She smiled sweetly to the mare but kept her distance, her blonde tail flicking back and forth over her haunches. "Oops. I hope I'm not intruding." She said slyly. "Persephone, is this the Bob you mentioned before?" She asks almost casually in tone, as if she'd been a part of their conversation all this time, and had not just butted into it moments before. "The father of that precious Talya?" She asks again, her voice cracking a little at the end of her last question. "Well Persephone, as it turns out. Bob has been a very bad boy. I'm afraid he hasn't been honest with you." She continues, her demeanor completely calm, cool and calculated. She snorts once as her gaze hones in on the stallion.
"Do you want to tell her, or should I?"
17 | Arabian cross |14.2 | Palomino | Mother of Kasabian, Shamwari, Vita Nova, Paradiso, Ruxin & Talya | Vinyl |