Paradise

It was strange to be in Paradise. To be seen but not cherished. To be one of many to a stallion that was not even the king of a land himself. To not even be the favorite of said king, so far as she could tell.

Venom's fascination with Akkadian had not truly waned; she still found him beautiful, his presence charming, but she resented the company they shared. And while she would not admit it aloud, she wore a smirk when she found that the mare carrying his child had been taken. The same smirk she now wore as she trailed along behind the pink-hued mare as she sampled random bits of greenery on an unmistakable mission.

The silver mare had inherited her mother's empathy, which was to say: none, and she employed it now as she approached the still form of the pink mare. "And I thought I was selfish," she murmured, lowering her muzzle to the still form of the mare. Her belly was grotesquely swollen with a child which she eyed with a tight press of her lips, her fluted ears twisting back with jealousy. Having not been a part of this mare's introduction to Paradise, Venom could only assume that the child was Akkadian's, and that he had chosen to lavish his affections on this feckless red mare rather than seeking her out.

Her gaze rose to find the mare's, uncertain if she would find life there or the glassy eyes of the fallen and fixated on her expression. Despite how easy it was to assume, there was a part of her that still wanted to know, if only so that she could take the sting of Akkadian's wandering eye and wield it against him in retribution. "Is it his?"