Still -Why didn't you take my life?- Death

[Trill Stalker]

Vegas
Now I Know True Cruelty

^{Why was it that everything I touched died? A strangled cry crawled up and out my throat. My heart felt like it wanted to shrivel and tear itself right out of my chest. My body, which had been so plump and warm had lost the weight and life of the foal that Yarraman and I had created. The foal had also kept it's life lost. My whole being shook as I stood over the fragile, un-breathing form. Flashes of another night, of another time where I had been unable to save someone that I loved from death. Another cry tore from my throat this one echoed threw the chilled night, carrying my agony. Why had I been born with this horrid curse? My legs fell out from underneath me and I sprawled to the ground. The cheek that belonged to the ragged scar of my sightless eye ground into the moist grass of the spring night. My eyes glistened in the sliver of silver moon for a bare second and then the salty water poured out. I shivered, not from the cold of whether but from the icy numbness of what mounded before me. I had been right when I had told myself to leave this kingdom, leave the great beast Yarraman behind. Because now I knew that I held the stallion close to my heart, but what would I tell him when he saw what I had given birth to? What would he think of me? I held great disgust and loathing even for myself. Suddenly the wind shifted and brought the scent of the still born to my dirt covered nostrils. The foals scent was a mixture of mine and Yarramans, it was wrong in so many ways. It was me who should have been stolen into the bony grasps of the slayer. It was me who should have been pulled into hell and tortured for my sins. I had more reasons for death then this innocent life. Why was it that everything that I touched died?}

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Y A R R A M A N

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Taunting Marshes had been rather quite, there had been no up rising drama my herd just seemed to be in a coma waiting for the spring air to fade and the darkness to once again take over. Summer you would think was a light season, but it suited the darks. For the heat resembled that of our home, hell. And what better sight then to see a poor creature dying from lack of water, there figure crawling and calling out for help. But they only reply they get is from a hungry predator near by. But spring the only good thing about it for the dark alliance was that it brought us our offspring other then that it was like we where living in heaven. The birds sang louder then ever and every where your orbs settled there was a sign of love. Ulk the thought of it just made me want to kill. Heck it already had. About a hundred feet back was a dead doe, she had crossed past with the wrong equine. Her blood was sweet and appealed to my craving for darkness.

Most of the mares had hunkered down for the winter and where now just coming around again. I had meet up with most of them and they where all doing well. Sohalia my queen had given birth a few weeks ago to my first heir. Thowra was already showing strength and promise in his young age. Vegas my black and white mare was the only other mare that had been bred this year and with her absence I was sure she was off giving birth. The vision impaired mare had been gone for a few days and when I caught her scent I became extremely worried. The fragile mare seemed to be scared and hurt. Quickening my pace I came to the entrance of Taunting Marshes, and slowed quickly to a walk when Vegas came into view.

Orbs looked over the mare, she had lost the weight of the foal but yet there was no scent of it. With that realization it hit me, the pinto mare must have had a stillborn. I went to step towards the mare when I realized that she really wasn’t here. Well mentally at least. Upon meeting the skittish fae I had sensed that she had had a hard past and I am sure that this death did not help her state. I nickered to her the warm air left my nares trying to bring her around and let her know that she was safe. I stood my ground and waited for her to responded. The last thing I wanted to do was spook her.

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[Trill Stalker]

Vegas

^{I thought I was going to go insane as the taunting images of the foal shifted threw my minds eye. I wanted to cream in anguish, but I didn’t I kept myself in check; if I was to scream then who ever was playing the strings of my life would win. Life was a cruel thing, why did I deal with it still? Wouldn’t it be easier if I killed myself? I would at least get to join the little life that had been lost. But would the foal want me? Nothing on this earth was something that I could call my own so why would the after life want me? Suddenly a strong but kind nicker entered my ears. It jerked me from my morose state more then a scream could have. Yarraman my King was calling to me. O lord, what would he think now? I was nothing more then a useless monster, I had finally proven my father right. With shaking legs I dragged myself from the ground. Mud was caked into my black and white coat, some even hung to the bottom of my chin. I made sure my bad eye faced the king, I could handle what the stallion had to say to me but I could not face the look of disgust that would surly cover his features. I knew that I had to say something, that I had to explain to him what had happened that I had killed our foal. But no words came forth, my throat was to thick with emotion. I held myself together though, salty water burned behind my eye but I did not let it fall.}