A few days had passed since Vita Nova had unseated Xiomara and taken control of the Inlet. But the unrest among the herd reared its ugly head. The ashen colored mare was grateful for her friend and confidant, Neon, the only one she trusted anymore here on the barren and bitterly cold island of Tinuvel. Vita Nova wasn't naive - she knew the thin black mare, Nova, was bound to be a problem for her eventually. But she didn't anticipate the dark mare drumming up the courage to challenge her so quickly.
With no other choice, Vita Nova stepped into battle yet again. She beat down the look-a-like, her nemesis, and she would be lying if she said it didn't feel good. But the pain in her abdomen only got worse after that. While the soft, hot lump at her side from Xiomara was slowly beginning to subside, the strange staccato-like pangs that shot through her whole body only became more frequent. They rendered her motionless, frozen for several moments as her muscles seized and her eyes rolled back into her head in pain. Something was wrong. She feared the labor that was to come in the next few months, if this filly made it that long. Maybe after all this, it was a Warsaw spawn that would be the end of her.
Vita Nova's nostrils flared as she drew in the dry, cold air at the end of winter in the immediate aftermath of her squabble with Nova. Her brilliant blue eyes remained trained on her foe - who like her, was also pregnant. There they stood in silence for several minutes, recuperating the from the sharp, physical demands of conflict.
"What the fuck is your problem?" Vita Nova finally said, breathlessly, her face still roiled in anger and confusion. "What the fuck did I ever do to you?"
There was a time when Warsaw had found Nova and brought her back to the Inlet again where Vita Nova thought maybe the two of them had more in common than they each realized. The sooty mare saw how Warsaw mistreated her. She was ashamed by it at first. But the longer she was here, the easier it became to look the other way. "You know, I could have helped you." She spat, exhaustion beginning to set in over her tired frame. "If only you were able to get past your fucking pride and ask."
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