Satisfaction burns through the mare as the crimson liquid fills her mouth from his ear. Her hooves quickly return to the ground as he pulls away, but what she wasn’t ready for was for him to pivot his rear towards her. Xiomara managed to turn halfway away, but not quickly enough. Air rushed out of her lungs as his hind hooves connected with her belly, pain erupting from the impact. All that can come out of her pink nose is a grunt, already having lost her air and unable to make any other sounds.


Stumbling and nearly falling, Xiomara turns away from the stallion, but she can hear him baring down on her again. Out of instinct, she begins kicking out with every bit of strength she has. It was hard, the pain still throbbing from her belly, but this was life or death and she would not fall so easily. Each strike gaining strength and growing higher, she backed into him now. Hoping to drive him off with her unrelenting ferocity.


But ferocity would only last her so long.


Strange sounds begin coming from the stallion and Xiomara stops, turning to face the stallion. Ears pushing forward from her knotted mane, her blue eyes take in his defeated form. With the wheezing sounds he was making, Xiomara wondered if she would be the cause of his death? It would be the first she had ever killed, but there was no remorse in her heart. Without looking to Bjorn, Xiomara turned away and hobbled off into the Forest. Her only thoughts now was trying to get home.