¡Es suficiente!That's it. She thought with a snap of her tail, her fluted ears pinning. Estúpido. ¿Realmente cree que puede dejarnos atrás?Idiot. Does he really think he can just leave us behind?

"Que se joda.""Fuck him." The lithe little mare stalked through the open space of the swamp with murder on her face. The faint traces of her paramour's scent crisscrossing the Lagoon had sent her general level of frustration with her living situation into the stratosphere, and she was ready to rip into the first living creature she ran into. Encontraré a alguien nuevo. Alguien que aprecie lo que le he dado.I'll find someone new. Someone that will appreciate what I've given him.

In truth, she had no intention of doing any such thing. The only man she ever intended to lay hands on her body was her beloved, but the urge to make him pay for abandoning them, and then for further insulting her by lurking nearby without seeking her out was strong. Plus, as much as she hated to admit it, she felt forgotten. A year spent with only Fuego for company had left her feeling like nothing more than a wrung out milkbag, clad in stained sweatpants and a nearly destroyed mom bun. As if she'd dimmed her own flame to ensure that Fuego's flared strong and bright.

And while she loved her son, and dearly so, it was not the same as being with Fiero. She wanted the spice and the adventure and the life that she had once felt at her amor's side. Even when the stubborn dunalino was frustrating her, she had at least had felt wanted. Even a little powerful, if she was being honest. Spending a year in hiding and seclusion, warned to keep away from the Lagoon men for fear of what they might do to her, had eroded her desire to behave and listen. She needed to find her fire again. She needed… well, she needed something. And if Fiero no longer loved her enough to provide it, she would seek it out somewhere else.

For the first time since arriving on hallowed Lagoon soil, Switch moved freely into the open. She felt relatively safe given the season, and did not bother to move meekly or surreptitiously. Instead, she prowled with her elegant little neck drawn into a bow and the thick cords of her silk soft tail lofted. It felt forced to her, without the eyes of a man to appreciate it… or rather, without the eyes of her man, but she made do. Even this little pretense was enough to make her blood pump again and to restore a little of her fire. Finally, she drew to a halt with a swish of her tail, and threw her glance across the open space to see who would take the bait.

OOC: Er, so, I haven't written her in ages so forgive the awkward.

MARE | PASO FINO | BLACK | 14.3 HANDS | LAGOON | LOVEINSPIRED