Desreal: So what have we become? MIRE, show yourself!

Said they wanted change
I hope that
You remain the same
To show that
This is not a game
Lets end this tragedy today.

The mare was pissed, well it was quite clear. Flames shattered from her hooves, eyes were covered in orange. Well she was practically on flames but at the same time she wasn’t. The flames slithered with the air in her mane. Off all stallions her heart had to choose that stubborn, selfish brat! Why was she even jealous of her child getting his attention? Well probably because in his eyes Witch was everything she wasn’t as well as Witch was everything Heretic wasn’t. Oh, she just wanted to blow him up! The Seer snorted as she entered the shadows, not bothered by burning the foliage around her, she kept a quick focus on what to burn and what to well, not burn. A sigh escaped, she soothed the aching pain in the flames again and settled down. Well, not settled just trying to force the flames into her heart which was quite hard as she did not want to. But she was not alone anymore she knew that quite well. There was someone lurking in the shadows with her, whether the presence was male or female she cared less. She just wanted to burn things up.

She cared shit about what would happen to her, or if anything at all would happen to the ones hiding. Peace? What was the reason for it anyway? She had worked hard to get here, to become a Seer, to become his love to become, a total different equine then she was! Curse him for bringing her to this point of destruction. Besides, why couldn’t she be selfish for once? She had been a good mother, raised her son up right now. She had given Hybrid the fun of watching his smaller sisters, they were growing that she knew all to well. The mare deepened her sigh, eyes of orange returned to their ice blue. Fine, he could do all he wanted. Be it if he drew other to him, bred with another mare! It only showed how much he truly cared about her now did it not? Her eyes were shaped elegantly but the mare did not feel like stopping to eat anymore. Swishing her tail she knew all too well she was in heat but if she had to, she would fight. Oh yes, she would show fire crackers to the ones trying on her. Ack, whatever. Who would want her either way?

But even if she did not want to admit it Althea had always been a beauty. Her color was a fiery chestnut, her mane and tail flaxen crème, her white spots caressed her frame while her ice blue eyes fitted such a gentle creature would do. But right now she was far from gentle. She was a bursting b*tch to be honest and if she was allowed would blow up some things here and there. But then again right now she had no choice but to calm down. She had the feeling of being watched, of someone desiring some fun. Oh lord, if she was going to have some fun now she would be a merry go round or a roller coaster. So the one in the shadows, show yourself my dear and perhaps she will not blow you up.

Said they wanted change
I hope that
You remain the same
To show that
This is not a game
Lets end this tragedy today.

FIRE III
KAJIKOMORIUTA & Ignifer
S E E R
AMBASSADOR
S T R A N D W O L F
VIRI