Meadow

"¡Cobardes sin polla! Que se pudran hasta morir en el pantano. Rocas mohosas para cerebros,Dickless cowards! Let them rot to death in that swamp. Moldy rocks for brains, tch." This was only the latest in a long string of insults that had passed through her lips since she had parted ways from Romaro and the nameless bachelor stallion. All of which had been delivered under her breath, but accompanied by particularly vicious swipes of her forehooves at random nature errata. Odds were that they wouldn't be the last she hurled in their general direction either. The Lagoon's arrival had unsettled her in a way she could not wholly put into words; the scent of that muddy swamp had dredged up the sort of memories she had thought long buried.

Being here, alone, again, was certainly not helping. It was too similar to that first winter she'd spent alone after following Fiero to these islands, pregnant and alone and afraid.

The inky black mare shook herself off, trying to jostle the morose memories from her mind with little success. She was no longer the lovesick castoff of Fiero, the forgotten mother of his (then) only children. No longer a prisoner. Not of the body. Not of the mind. And certainly not of the heart.

Most of that, however was a lie.

Switch was loyal, a trait that had been brutally exploited by both of the men she so adored. They felt free to gallivant off into the sunset, fucking any pretty woman that would give them the time of day, secure in the knowledge that she would still be at home waiting for them, nurturing her own growing brood of children. She would have likely gone on in this vein, growing more bitter and more volatile as the days progressed if it were not for her baby girl's happiness. Evrain wasn't perfect for Tina (no one would ever be perfect for her bonita little girl), but he at least could make her smile. And he didn't leave her behind or run around on her. Didn't disappear into the dark shadows of the territory for so long that Tina believed him dead or missing.

She was happy for her daughter, truly, but it also hurt to see what her life could have been like. Should have been like.

She huffed a sigh, and glared back in the direction she'd come. In going to the Commons, she had hoped to find herself a stallion that would at least pretend to care about her, or, failing that, would provide enough of a wake up call for one of her men to realize how deeply they had crossed her this time. Instead, she'd found a stallion that believed himself god's gift to women and a bachelor more interested in stirring up trouble than noticing her.

A waste of a trip, really, but there wasn't much point in going home yet. So she'd fled to the Meadows instead, and lowered her head to tear chunks of grass away as if they had personally affronted her just by existing.

mare // paso fino // black // 14.3hh // homeless // loveinspired