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Gonna make love to the stars
Posted on February 22, 2018 at 03:50:02 PM by Evaline



I am the razor in the hands of your heart;
And I am the razor in the hands of God.



The golden mare's heart was pounding so fiercely in her chest that she began to momentarily feel light headed, so much so that she worried she might faint. She wanted so desperately to look behind her and see her son in the brush, but Evaline wasn't foolish enough to give away that she had back up. Not yet, anyway. So Evaline tried to focus on her breathing, a tactic she'd learned during her lonely captive period in the Lagoon. Her dark, chocolate eyes were set on Psychedelic, and her pink nostrils flared every few seconds, taking in deep, heavy breathes and expelling them coolly.

Luckily for Evaline, it didn't take much provoking to reveal the true colors of the painted stallion. He did all the hard work for her. As the slew of insults began to spew from his wretched mouth, only the most satisfactory of smirks appeared slowly over her lips. I win, motherfucker. And she knew he knew it too. "When it rains, it pours, you piece of shit." She spat back venomously. Evaline realized, as the stallion carried on, that there were a series of events that had transpired that he did not know about. He didn't seem to realize that Kasabian was dead, and had been for a long time. Clearly he didn't stick around to see Evaline give birth to twins in the Lagoon. Did he know there was a colt, too? She realized, too, that his was the first time the stallion had seen her since the day Valve killed Kasabian and chased him off the Crossing Isle. Her wounds had healed, once bloodied and swollen, were now dried pink lashes against her yellow coat. Her half-ear stood crumbled and lopsided next to the untattered one. She was more frail than she was going in to her captivity, but Evaline had worked hard over the last year to recover from all the trauma that her body sustained, which included complicated child birth at her age.

Here she was. Standing tall and true, at what she hoped would be the moment of Psychedelic's long awaited execution.

Despite this, there was a side of her that was still fearful of him. As the mask came off and malice and the vile of his deeply-rooted issues bubbled to the surface, she trembled a bit. She was forced to remember the pain and the torture he had inflicted on her back in the Lagoon. But instead of cowering, she would make her injustices known. Persephone had a right to know just what kind of scoundrel she was harboring.

"He stole me away from my home on Salem. He raped me. He tortured me. I was held captive in the Lagoon for months. Tayla is our daughter. She has a twin brother, too." She spoke, her tone emotional but her voice loud enough to carry over Psychedelic's spews. "He will pay for what he's done."




17 | Arabian cross |14.2 | Palomino | Mother of Kasabian, Shamwari, Vita Nova, Paradiso, Ruxin & Talya | Vinyl

ooc: Shamwari comin' in HOT after this post.

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