Moon slipped from the isolated depths of the clouds. This moon, it was nothing. It cowered before the carnivorous demonessa that had silently placed herself in the thick of the forest. Slithers of its pale light filtered through the forestry as a deep sigh was taken. The incandescent banging of the mare's organ, that harbored so much hate, kept her intact. Kept her mind in this life, and not the next. Her mind had trespassed on enemy territory and this is where it had gotten her. Not neccesarily a bad place to be, nor a good one either. Of course she should be home, where she is protected, and loved.. Where she is claimed.But i'm sure you can tell by the look of her posture, that is not going to happen. Tonight anyways. Crimson was cracked to her flints, and parts of her chest. Giving off a stale scent, that if many inhaled would turn tail and run. Mud crusted to her fetlocks, and was smeared across her features.

Demonic fire burned deep in her hollow visionaries. Chord lashed to and fro along her hocks, skull was kept low to the ground as her chambers expanded to up its capacity of oxygen. Hide was many shades, dampened with sweat as it poured from her under-girth. Audits had fallen to lay spitefully in their graves. Shadows crept up behind her, sliding along the musty sod. Daring to touch her. Though they knew their fate if such a thing were to happen. Creatures lurked around her, their menacing eyes shining bright under the cover of shrubs. If they so much as stepped from their place of protection, they would be snapped in half, regardless of the consequences. Appendages pushed the buckskin mare's worthless carcass forward, urging it to prey upon another and another and another, until her legacy had been fulfilled, until she was the predator.