||= The Lonely

[Black Thorns]

How the hell does a broken heart
Get back together when it's torn apart?
Teach itself to start beating again... {ba, ba, ba ba}

Wind Song
Song moved slowly through the long grass, seeking out the stream she heard bubbling nearby. As much as her young one hated them, she loved rivers. She loved the feel of the cool water against her pelt, like to feel it trickle down her throat. If she was hurt she loved the water even more. If Oser was there it would be heaven, surely.

Of course, that was if Oser cared for her. He hated her, hated her for betraying him when she had done nothing but meet the wrong person. He hated her and didn't trust her- why should she want him? It was pointless. He wouldn't come back. He was probably off with some tramp, someone like that Raine- slender, sleek, pretty. Affectionate, warm, a seductress at heart- feminine and oh so easy to want. Not like her. Never like her. Perhaps she should be glad that he was gone- she could continue her higher purpose. Her son was the only one to be spared. The only one.

Speaking of him, the little foal was off where she couldn't see him. The little one's aversion to rivers, streams, creeks, really anything but a pond or puddle was highly irrational. It made no sense to her- but then again, he made no sense to her. She didn't understand foals, not the slightest. She couldn't pretend to understand them. It was undoubted as to who owned this little child. Oser had to, he just had to. Each moment that passed she wanted it to be his more and more. If he was never to be with her again, she had to keep part of him. She had to. He would always be hers, in some way. Perhaps it was obsessive- but she needed him. She needed her knight in his white armour, needed someone to guide her. She was so young. She didn't understand. Wasn't that right? She couldn't understand anything. Not herself, not what she wanted, not this damned little bastard child stuck with possibly the worst mother he could have. She didn't know why he loved her anyways, even when she came back with her coat reddened.

"Sorrelious!" She snapped, calling him back to her. "I told you not to leave my sight!"

"I'm not that far, ma!" he replied, a rustling of the grasses her only indication of where he was- save for when his head occasionally peeked up through the tall blades. Perhaps it wasn't the smartest idea to be out here- though soon enough they reached shorter grass, a meadow nearer to the brook she was hearing.

She waded into the water, the coolness relieving her heat-striken body. If she was so hot, her son surely had to be- but he was standing on the banks, ears flattened and tail swishing in irritation. "Ma, I'm not going in!"

Song sighed. She didn't understand this, at all. "I swear, the water isn't going to eat you or something. It's the same as anything else- look, I'm right here, and nothing has happ-"

She silenced, suddenly, hardly believing her eyes. No. It wasn't... It couldn't be...

[lady shady]

In another life, I would make you stay
So I don’t have to say you were the one that got away,
The one that got away

The summer breeze toyed with his mane, pulling at it with joyous fingers, inviting him to caper in its midst. Oser sighed. He didn’t feel like playing. Rumbling a sound of irritation at himself, he glanced westward. The fighting had begun, he knew it, already a messenger had been dispatched to inform him of that much—so why was he still here? Why should Laoch, who had a mate and a foal on the way, be risking his life on Oser’s lands when he himself wasn’t even there? Shame tugged at his heart, yet he couldn’t bring himself to leave just now. Of course, Oser knew that he couldn’t stay. His sense of duty would not allow it. But the fighting…deep down, the thought frightened him. No, he was not afraid of the pain. But he knew that joining the fray would harden him again, would make him cold, would make him forget. Joining his own war would undo everything that Song had done to his heart. And, as much as he wanted to let her go, he couldn’t bring himself to seal the last remnant of her off. But with a beating heart came the anguish of knowing that it was broken. So here he was, caught in no man’s land, hovering between the fighting and the staying, between torturous emotion and the loss of whatever bits of heart he had left.

The stag paced along through the tall grass, moving along with no particular destination on mind. What did all this matter? He had lost everything. Responsibility was indeed a heavy burden to carry. Snap out of it, he commanded himself. What about your kingdom? You at least owe an effort to its inhabitants. He nodded slowly, though there was no one around. That much he did know. However, ever since he had come to the neutral lands, they had been like quicksand for his mind, pulling him in, leaving him drowning in his own thoughts. Perhaps it was because, for now, everyone who came here was equal. They all were lost, confused, owed no allegiance to any Alpha, be it him, Ramaskith, or Rasta. Without a war to fight or a leader to rally around, the neutral lands left horses too much time to think. At least, they did for Oser. The stag cast a brooding glance around, tired of feeling sorry for himself but lacking the energy to climb out of the pit he had gotten himself into. Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, there came a flash of silver. Oser’s heart caught in his throat as he caught sight of the giant form of a bear, poised on the horizon. He hadn’t seen the Patronus in weeks. Swinging into a gallop, he followed the phantomlike creature, which had begun to lumber off. Faster and faster he flew, trying to catch it. He needed to look in its eyes, needed to know if things were truly as hopeless as they seemed. Yet the creature continued on, maddeningly growing farther and farther away from him as he tried to catch up to it, instead of closer. Finally, Oser was forced to halt, sides heaving, as the polar bear vanished into the horizon line. Typical. Even his own Patronus wouldn’t stay with him.

The summer sun beat down upon his back, and he hung his head, throat dry. Water, he needed some. He could swear that he heard the babble of a brook nearby, and silently, he made his way toward it. The murmur grew louder, filling his ears, and then…he heard a voice, so beautiful, so familiar. You’re finally losing it, he told himself. Chasing after shadow bears and hearing voices…maybe it’s time that you join the fighting. You would be better off having no heart than losing your wits like this over a shattered one. It was true. She was gone, and there was no way that they would ever be together again. She’d made her choice, and he’d made his. He would fight. Yes, he would win back his kingdom, or fight Ramaskith to the death for them! For the first time in a long time, the Alpha stallion felt better, lighter…freer. He would get his drink, bid farewell to Raine, and march off to war, like a responsible general should. He would…

Oser rounded the corner and stopped in his tracks. No. It couldn’t be, but it surely was…

”Song.”

His voice was cold, hard, detached. He would not allow it to betray any of the emotions swirling rapidly behind the mask that was his face. Fate was cruel indeed, sending them here like this. Oser tensed, resisting the impulse to approach her, to brush that still-wild forelock from her brown eyes. What they’d had no longer existed. She was no longer his, and as for him…he was no longer hers. That much was clear.

--behind the post--
AAAAAHHHHHHH!
*jumps up and down in hysterical joy*

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[Black Thorns]

Wind Song

It is with the greatest sorrows that one can find greatest joy. Song closed her eyes at his voice, if only for a moment, yet eternity seemed to stretch before her in the brief moment that the world about her was lost. That single word, a cold utterance of her name, flooded her mind with memories. Her name. SHe hadn't heard it in so long, even longer from such familiar lips- it came to her in flashes. Soft, whispered wonder; cold, harsh; a sharp, teasing yelp; called out to correct her... His voice was so very familiar, and she wanted nothing more but to listen to him speak. Yet his voice was not the sweet honeysuckle she remembered, warm and loving... this time it was ice, a cold shiver down her spine even in the sweltering summertime.

Her eyes opened.

"Reliou. Get here, now. It's not the time." Her voice was low, deadly, that tone which her son knew well not to mess around with. He hesitantly moved into the water, ears pinned, pressing against her side in fear. Song let out a barely-noticeable sigh. Oser may decide that he wasn't to have anything to do with her, but she would always own a piece of him, his soul trapped within a body not his own. Oh, yes, Oser was hers if not as Oser but as Reliou.

"Ah, I see you've decided to venture out here! What is it, couldn't keep your own land? How pathetic." Her voice was sharp, guarded. The more time he spent here, the more her walls thickened. Didn't he know her at all? If he did, he'd surely know what she was doing. Or had she really changed that much in these few seasons? Was she really that different? She was so changed, really- she wasn't blindly enraged, unknowing, innocent as she was before him, nor as sweet and loving, carefree, as she had been with... What was she now? Empty. Cold. She murdered out of hatred, but not with rage- her son was the only one to keep her going. Why, surely Oser would see her change. Would he hate that, now? Was she a kite made of only sticks, missing its string? She could no longer fly, and she found herself longing more and more to soar as he spent his precious moments here. A bird with no feathers.

"Sweet little birdie, aren't you, love? What was it that Oser called you? I heard you muttering it under your breath. Baby bird?"

"Don't touch me!"

Laughter.

"I SAID don't touch me!" A quick snap to his chest- and a return to her barrel.

"I'll do whatever pleases me, you ungrateful swine!"

Sorrelious

It wasn't right to hate the water so much- he knew that- after all, his mother practically worshiped the flowing liquid. Yet she never made him do this before- never used That Voice- when he refused to go into the water. Why did she? He couldn't understand. Obedience was ground into him, his ears flicking back and lying flat against his head as he hesitantly moved into the river. The coolness struck his long legs, pulling soil from around him, threatening to wash him away. Oh, if only he could get out of here! His small, dark body was flush against his mother's legs, head pressed against her barrel as if trying to hide from the water monsters.

Then he saw him- the White One, as he deemed him. Was that who made his mother use That Voice? She only used it when she saw the males. Yes. He never asked- he knew he shouldn't- but he wondered why she hated them so much. Did she hate him, too? Was that why she was so distant from him?

A sudden urge overcame him, and he bolted from the water to the other side, straight into the grass nearest to the White One. Reliou hated the water. Hated it.

He hoped the White One did, too. Maybe then Reliou wouldn't have to touch it.

Maybe if he tried to leave, Mother would love him.





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Shady you are waaaaay too excited about Reliou. XD

[lady shady]

Sometimes I wake up by the door, that heart you caught must be waiting for you
Even now when we're already over
I can't help myself from looking for you

Her words were icy, but he was too distracted by the sound of her voice to pay them much mind. Had it really been that long? He’d replayed almost everything she’d said to him in his mind day after day, but here, now…her voice was even more beautiful than he’d remembered. No, he told himself, stop it. Funny how you avoided thoughts of her voice when she was defending It, when she was letting It worm his way to her side… Oser could never forget. But seeing her again was making it so easy. The gray stag almost shook his head, not understanding why he always seemed to fall most vulnerable to Song when she was spitting mad. Look, even now, when she was the one who’d ruined what they’d had, she was angry at him, and he was standing at there taking it. What was the matter with him?

Before he could collect himself enough to reply, a slight figure caught his eye as it darted into the stream. His vision refocused on the smaller creature, and he felt his heart stop. A foal. Her foal. Oser had not set a single hoof in the stream, yet suddenly he felt as if he were drowning. Who was the father? Even the first glance had told him that It couldn’t have possibly sired such a dark little thing. His lungs felt empty, and he struggled for air. Could it be…?

As if reading his mind, the young one practically flew out of the stream towards him. His ears had been flattened, but once out of the water, they shot up, inquisitive, reminding Oser forcefully of a rabbit. The rippling water behind him suddenly tugged back memories, memories of himself, barely older than the foal before him peering into a pool and seeing…seeing…oh no, it couldn’t be. But it was as he looked into the foal’s eyes and saw a reflection of himself, all those years ago. His son. Song’s son. Their son.

Try as he might, he couldn’t help his expression from softening as he gazed at the little one. His son. Maybe it was stupid, but…this was… his… son. Oser was dumbstruck. All he could do was repeat this thought to himself over and over and over—he felt as though he’d never be able to comprehend it completely. He raised his eyes to meet Song’s, for the first time, a flicker of doubt behind them. Was this a peace offering?

What was she trying to do to him? What did she think he was going to do in front of the little one? What would he have done, period? He’d never hurt her. Then what did she want from him? Oser took a step forward and opened his mouth, about to ask her—no, he wouldn’t play her little game, if that’s what she was doing. Maybe she thought that she could throw it all away and that he’d be fine with what she’d done as long as she threw their foal between them, but he’d show her that it didn’t work that way.

”What’s your name, little one?”
His voice was soft, soothing, even tender as he spoke to the foal. He had no quarrel with his son; it wasn’t his fault what had happened between his parents. Oser took another step forward, lowering his head slightly. No, he wouldn’t hurt the young one.

--behind the post—
Reliou=<3

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[Black Thorns]

Wind Song

"Reliou!" Song snapped, irritation leaking through her tone, "Get back over here! You have no business frolicking about..." She was fearful, really. She was scared of Oser and her child. What if Oser did not see himself in the little one? What if the war had thickened what little of the cold exterior she had once seen? What if- oh, god, what if Oser took it so far as to wipe her son off of the face of the earth? She couldn't let that happen. Cool water rushed about her legs, as if trying to soothe her. Surely he wouldn't kill her son. He was a part of her- the blood of her blood, fruit of her womb. Killing Surrelious was basically like killing her, and Oser would never kill her, would he? He wouldn't even let her give up on herself as she lay bleeding... He wouldn't let her die! He wouldn't let her son die!

Nevertheless her son didn't move a step away from the handsome stallion, instead throwing his head up proudly and sticking out his chest. Oh, she knew her son wouldn't listen to her now. It was useless, really, but that didn't mean she wouldn't try. The lips of the stallion moved quickly, the colt's responding. It was too quiet for her to hear.

Water. Water was all she could hear, all she wanted to hear. Water and the wind... The wind would sing to her, right? That was how she got her name. She would gallop so freely, endlessly with the wind, it was if it was singing to her... Her herd named the foals after they were about a year old. Perhaps it was strange. Sometimes she wondered if she should call herself River Song, now, but the notion was dismissed as quickly as it appeared. She sighed, deciding it wasn't worth her time to haul her son away. If anything, she would end up arguing with the stallion. He'd never believe the truth. He'd jump to conclusions, even after.. after... Well, what was dead and gone need not be revisited.

She closed her eyes briefly, trying to sink into nature. Someday she would be one, here, decayed, eaten away and she would be the wind, the dust, the river... She would be Forma Silvestris and Oser would have to know of her, and he would be with her always. He would be with her as he stepped into the flowing water, with her as his hooves beat across the soil she was, be with her as dust stung his eyes in the barren mountain ranges. Yes. Someday Song would be Forma Silvestris. Reliou would be Forma Silvestris. And Oser... Oser would be with them, always. Not even in death would she escape him.

Not even in death did she want to.

Surrelious

"'Ello M'sieur. Don't call me li'l one, please, I'd be more 'an glad to tell you wha' my name is. And I ain't so li'l! Not for long, anyways... Name's Reliou. Well, Mama says it's Surreliou bu' 'at's too long o' a name. Call me Reliou, M'sieur. I like you." Reliou wasn't the best with language, admittedly, he dropped quite a few syllables here and there. It happened more so when he was excited- and, certainly, this new one was excited. He squinted, looking up at the stallion with a scrutinizing eye. He looked familiar. Kind of like that other him he saw sometimes, when he was at the lake or the puddle. Confusing, certainly, that he was there and then there was another him. He liked to think that there was a whole world on the other side- and when he was in the river is was all twisted, warped, wrong. He was scared for the other one. And the other one was only there when he went in. Mama wouldn't believe it, though, so he just kept it to himself.

"Wha' 'bout you, M'sieur? What's your name? Do you know my mama? 'Cause I thinks she knows you. She's got 'at look, see, she knows 'ou." Though young, Reliou was certainly very observant.

[lady shady]

I’d take another chance, take a fall
Take a shot for you
And I need you like a heart needs a beat
But that’s nothing new, yeah

Oser smiled at the colt’s youthful pride, he was a fine specimen of a foal if he didn’t say so himself. ”Reliou it is then,” he agreed, nodding solemnly. The little one chattered on, and Oser watched, fascinated. He was jumping from topic to topic like a rabbit again, but Oser didn’t mind. He couldn’t have been more proud. He noticed the young one staring up at him intently, and he pricked his ears. Could the boy have any suspicions…? But it was impossible; he had no way of knowing. Unless Song had told him…then again, why would she bother telling a bedtime story in which she starred as the unfaithful lover who’d done his father wrong? Unless…his eyes narrowed slightly. Exactly what had Song told Reliou about his father? Oser was one to know of stories spun, twisted until all that was left was a thread of truth in the tangle—had this foal grown up so far believing that his father was to blame for his absence? Before he could think of a way to subtly question the foal’s feelings on the matter, the young one himself interrupted his thoughts.

"Wha' 'bout you, M'sieur? What's your name? Do you know my mama? 'Cause I thinks she knows you. She's got 'at look, see, she knows 'ou."

”That’s quite observant of you, son,” he replied, realizing after the fact that though it had not been intentional or personal, he had just addressed his son as, well, son. He cleared his throat, coughing slightly. ”My name is Oser, and yes, I knew your mother once. And, like you said, from the looks of it, she still remembers me.” Oser couldn’t help but feel an angry curiosity towards her thoughts. How exactly did she remember him? When she looked at him, was she remembering those chilly autumn mornings on their improvised training grounds? When she looked at their son, did she remember the one day he came to be, the feeling of the first snow and Oser’s muzzle buried in her mane, his soft whispers as he told her that he loved her? The memories tugged painfully at his heart, and he shook out his mane, huffing quietly. Did she remember? Because he knew that he could not forget…

--behind the post--
it is taking a LOT of shady’s self control not to make him run to her like a little puppy xD

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[Black Thorns]

Wind Song


A split second decision can change the course of an entire life- for better or for worse. Perhaps, if you decide to go into the coffee shop even though you're running late, you could find the love of your life. Or, perhaps, you find that you have been fired- and now have no ability to find a job. Song happened to make once of these decisions as her son's subordination became more and more apparent to her as he chattered Oser's ear off. The darling had a tendency to talk when nervous, or when excited, or when scared or... Well, perhaps it was simply that her son adored the sound of his own voice.

Filled with determination, Song set off towards the pair. "Sorrelious, I have told you over and over that if I ask you to do something you..." her voice trailed off as she approached, fading away into nothingness. A lump caught in her throat as she watched them. The moment was so sweet, tender, she didn't want to disrupt it. Oser was so patient with Reliou, letting him babble mindless thoughts with that soft adoration he once had for her. Maybe he could bring himself to love his son. Maybe that was what it took for him- the sight of his own blood, of her blood, born into one entirely unique being. Perhaps if Oser decided to murder her there- which she highly doubted would happen- he would spare her child. If nothing else her son must live on, must die only of old age, in peace, loved and surrounded by the children of his own, his children's children... Yes. If Oser should decide that she was to die of his own hand, it was her only wish that her son would be spared.

Her only wish.

She shook her head, forcing herself out of that mindset and moving closer to the stallion she was once so very close to. "Oh, yes, I do remember you," she sneered, "Very observant, aren't you? Who wouldn't remember someone like you? A liar, for one, someone who cares only for his own pleasure and doesn't care for others. Why, in many ways, you are just like Ramaskith. Accusations, false promises, lulling someone into a sense of security before metaphorically tearing them limb from limb. Someone would do well to be rid of you." She snorted, swishing her tail in angry defiance.

Oh, if he was going to go about accusing her of- of of whatever the hell he wanted to, she could very well do the same. If he was going to break her heart, she might as well do the same. Eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth- all was fair, right?

She was doing the right thing, right?


Sorrelious


"Oser," he murmured to himself, "I like that name."

Reliou nodded in agreement, glad that the stallion was so attentive to him. His mother often cut him off before he could finish what he wanted to say. Speaking of his mother, he immediately backed away from the stallion as she approached. Whimpering in fear of how he might be punished- not that he had a reason to fear, Song wouldn't lay a hand on him- he pressed himself against her side. He listened to her mad rant, not really understanding what she was talking about, only that she was mad with this nice man, shrinking against her as she went on.

"Please don't be mad at him, mama!" He blurted, "He's nice t' me an' I like him an' pleas don' be mad, mama!" His words began to drop sounds as panic rose in his chest. She wouldn't hurt the nice man, would she? This Oser was nice to him. Oser wouldn't hurt him, and he wouldn't hurt mama, so why was she so mad?

[lady shady]

Still I dreamed she’d come to me
And we would live the years together
But there are dreams that cannot be
And there are storms we cannot weather

Oser heard a muffled splash and looked up to see Song barreling towards them. His son shrunk backwards towards his mother, face clouded with anxiety. Oser could see why—Song was furious. Eyes blazing, mane floating gently behind her like an afterthought, she was beauty and anger incarnate. Just like the day when he first met her. Just like the day he’d known he’d loved her. Oser snorted, wanting to stop her from reprimanding their son like this, but really, what right did he have? He’d just met the child. Even so, he opened his mouth…and was met, to his surprise, with a storm of outraged accusations.

Immediately, he stood up taller, drawing himself to his full height, beginning to grow angry himself. She dared accuse him of hurting her, she dared attack him after what she had done? A rolling sensation of hurt and fury coursed over him. If it weren’t for Reliou, he would’ve bellowed right back. But, he reminded himself, the young one was there, watching him, watching them. He had to be moderately civil. ”Don’t you dare give me that,” he responded icily, ”after what you did, I can’t believe you have the nerve to accuse me of such things.” Oser shifted his weight, dashing a solid hoof into the moist ground, forgetting Reliou was there. ”Take a good look at yourself, Song! Maybe it’s all right for you, just to go off and—“ he caught Reliou looking at him

[/b] “—and…break promises, to put it mildly. Maybe how I felt wasn’t that important to you. Or maybe you were just lying to my face when you told me that you loved me. Whatever it was, you got your wish: you rid yourself of me. I hope you’re happy, because that’s all I ever wanted for you. I loved you. I love…”[/b] Oser cut himself off there, flicking his eyes with a barely perceptible movement towards the brush. For an instant, Raine’s face floated through his brain, a question forming in his mind. He had to be seeing things; she wasn’t here.

”Nevermind,” he muttered gruffly. ”Just…nevermind.”

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Oser’s still in love with someone
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[Black Thorns]

"Loved me? Really, you loved me?" she scoffed, tossing her dark mane back in disbelief. "If you'd loved me, even in the slightest, you would never have done the things you did. You're an animal, a pig, caring for nothing more than your selfish pleasure. You disgust me. Somehow I think that you really don't want me to never mind. You want me to react like this- and I'm happy to, thank you very much! If you'd given me a chance, even a minute to explain myself, we would have none of this. No, no, you had to go run off without a word and leave me vulnerable for months with your bastard child! I could have died along with my son, do you see? Oh, how much I would be willing to bet that you wouldn't give a damn about the death of either of us! I am a loyal person, Oser, and you just wouldn't give a rat's a-"

She stopped short, breath caught in her throat. They were not alone.




--behind the post--
well. tiny.
raine come in now. XD

[Abba]

Love-a-holic, robo-tronic, love-a-holic, robo-tronic
the love stories i shared with you
you look towards the same places I do
when we feel that we can't get any more perfect

Raine had been moving for days. She hadn't seen Oser in such a long time it just didn't seem right that she couldn't seem to find him. He had claimed to love her as she had loved him. Her dainty feet carrying her lithe body across the foliage and through the trees with such precision it was a miracle how she had done it. She flicked her tail - ridding the flies from her pelt before perking her audits forwards. She could hear someone talking. Someone who was not Oser. But then his voice came followed by a littler ones voice. Her body froze. Another child. Her audits pinned and she moved closer to the scene taking everything in. Shaking her head ever so slightly she took a gander at who it was that carried the female voice. It sounded vaguely familiar - like she had heard it at one point in time. But, the second she lay her eyes upon the ugly mare who dared to call herself feminine she was disgusted. Their child was right there. And he was going right back towards them. This wasn't going to help either of them start a new. She could feel her heart twisting, tearing in slow painful strips. She stumbled backwards and then listened in as he went on about how he loved her. This scraggly mare with a child and an attitude to boot that rivaled her own attitude. That grey coat - with the black stockings against her thin thoroughbred like figure. It was almost a joke - that someone could fall in love with a mare who appeared like that. It was horrible. And she couldn't believe it. The words came out of this mare's mouth like venom - insulting him completely and wholly until she stopped immediately. They both knew that Raine was here by this time - and she would allow them to see her.

Quietly she pulled herself out from the brush, her tail winding through some of the foliage and her stomach a bit heavier - as if in the first stages of carrying a foal. Which she was - it just wasn't Oser's. But he wouldn't know that. Flicking her audits back she snapped out at Oser and then Song in quick succession. "Yes my darling. I thought you loved me - not this wretch. Why are you even back? Because she has a foal of your own blood?" Raine hissed, circling around the two of them for a second before truly taking them in. "I thought you and I were starting over! This does nothing to help you. I love you Oser! And you go and do this!" her voice slowly raised as she spoke, flicking her audits forwards for a moment before they returned, plastered to her skull. She moved right up to Oser, her maw mere inches from his as her voice floated out again. "But I wouldn't worry 'bout me. I can raise a kid on my own - our kid on my own." she hissed dropping the bomb before backing away from two of them so that they made a triangle. A lovely little love triangle standing symbolically in that exact shape. She shuddered, shaking out her pelt before truly taking them in. The handsome, muscled stag, with the wretched, raggedy looking mare. Raine was far better than this Song. This child of his would end up being like Oser. There was no real way around that one fact. And Raine couldn't get this sinking feeling out of her gut - out of her ripping heart. How dare he do this to her? How hurt she had been. How could she expect herself to wait for him? She had gone off and continued her games after him and when she fell out of heat when she should still be in it she knew she was pregnant - which was now evident by how she was carrying herself. But he hadn't stayed that long with her - and he wouldn't know the difference. Especially since there was a foal here in front of them to prove that he was most definitely fertile. It was wonderful. She would twist and tear his heart as she had just done to him. Rama would hear of this - he would be able to hurt him as much as he wanted - as long as Oser payed for all of this emotional damage he had caused her. It wasn't right and she wouldn't stand for it. Standing up a little taller she waited to see what his response would be. It would be an interesting response - that much she already knew. After all, what exactly was one to say to the fact that someone you had been with once was pregnant - and with your own child? Oser would pay...

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