I’m curious, which one ?
WHAT O_O
She looks down the gorge towards where her mate lay. His neck twisted the entirely wrong way round.
She felt… conflicted. The abuse she suffered at his hands still hurt. The children he murdered to control her were still missed. But he had moments of compassion, of caring, almost enough to make her forget the cruelty.
Her last baby cried on her back, seemingly smelling the spilt blood. She took one final look at the corpse and moved on, she had better things to do now.
(It’s more than 50 but fuck it)
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I like this outcome
a lot said without being descripted
Violet stood on the hill, tummy feeling ever so queasy from being so high up nearly drowning out the pain in her chest. “Mummah, wah doin up hewe?” Her foal asked, and she felt tears well in her eyes. The mare turned to look at the foal, watching her sweet baby smile at her and hug her nose. “Aww why hab saddies!” She could just feel the tiny hooves on her face.
“Miss babbeh,” Violet cried, eyes shutting, “See-see babbeh soon-“ she swallowed, before leaning forward- only hesitating once before jumping off the hilltop.
“In skettila-“ with a wet thump she hit the ground.
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wait, did she swallow her baby before jumping ?
considering it was pregnant, prob it was a foals explosion the moment she hit the ground
THE BABY IS TINY
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The tiny foal chirped.
Beet looked up from her hooves and saw, in the distance, the ruins of the small town through the foliage. No lights were on, and a couple roofs had caved in.
“Dat no gud place babeh,” she said. “Bawkey munstahs nummie fowebah sweepie mistahs there. Find babeh and mummah.”
Beet turned, going back the way she came, towards the spooky tree-place. “Mebbeh this way has a daddeh or mummah who no go fowebah sweepies.”
The tiny foal chirped.
A new day has dawned and the family of fluffies went on their way. Today is a great day for playing and enjoying nature.
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