Merry Christmas, you filthy animal
Look, dude, it really isn’t that difficult, it’s actually quite simple: She. is. Pissed. Pissed, furious, enraged, livid, the list could go on but I bet by now you get it. She has every right. The world had dared to disrupt her routine, had pulled her out of her solitude and thrown her head first into the chaos that was “Beqanna.” Her lone mountain outside of the Valley had been perfect cold, secluded, quiet. She had loved it, but that changed with the war, with the killing...with the blood. What you thought blood wasn’t fascinating? You thought it was, what, gross? It’s the opposite, she knew the truth, blood was magnificent. It glittered as it caught the light. When it danced through the air as the heart pumped it out of its cage into the open space. Those small orbs were delightful, intrinsic in nature. She knew the truth is was her alter and her prison. The war had taken her from her mountain down to the fray where she killed for the first time. Where she released her inner psychopath, where the green and red Christmas gift gone wrong made herself known to the world. She was Slaybell, and she had been reborn in blood.
So you know what led Slaybell to be mad, but yeah, yeah,yeah, I know I haven’t told you why. See after the war, Demian took an interest in the Christmas Bitch, he wanted her as his secret weapon hidden within his peace cast. He promised her training to control her urges to kill, training to help her fit in with the others. He lied. He left. So she left too. The mountain wasn’t the same though it no longer was perfect, and her anger with being made a fool by Demian grew and festered until she could take it no more. Slaybell made haste back to Valley, back to make whoever was in charge answer for the anger they bestowed on her. It is very surprising that anyone could miss the girl, she was emerald green after all and if that wasn’t enough her mane and tail were red. Seriously, how could you miss that! But it seemed to happen as she was stuck waiting….again. Understand now? Why she is pissed, furious, enraged, livid, etc? I mean it seriously shouldn’t be that difficult to understand but some people are just dim-witted, or whatever.
Well anyway, Slaybell was just waiting, angrily waiting, but waiting when some thing came and scooped her up into the sky. How rude, and if she was angry before pure rage was seething from her eyes, her dull teeth gnashed at the air, if she could had she would have torn the little thing apart. There were others around her, some cried, others looked happy, others tried to fight like she had… but they were all stuck. The green mare soared through the sky admitting defeat for the time she was airborne. After a short time she saw a lake, and they descended toward the center of the lake, they landed on an island and a fort like castle suddenly appeared, but her journey was not over yet. As soon as they were within the fort they were whisked off to some dank confinement area. It wasn’t until alone in her cage-stall did she regain full control of herself. ” What the fucking hell kind of game is this?” Slaybell growled at really no one, as no one was there… I mean there were others, but she was unable to talk to them. She looked around and whoever swooped her up had at least given her food, and water, that was nice. That was when the screams started…. and continued. At first, Slaybell was annoyed by the presumed unnecessary noise. The screams made others cry, but for Slaybell she was annoyed, and she was plotting When whatever made the others scream came for her, she would be prepared.
Some time went by, maybe a day or so, the screams and whimpers grew closer and soon it was her turn. Her red mane flicked as she tossed her head in an attempt to jolt her body into the ready. But the stall door opened and she was frozen. Stance wide, braced, mouth in a snarl and eyes locked on the fairy. He mind was alert and eager to watch its blood flick through the air, get some relief from the anger that had taken away her tranquility but her body would have none of it. So she stood, locked in place as she waited for her fate. I wouldn’t want to be that fairy man, Slaybell gonna slay, and the blood will be glorious.
❄ Slaybell ❄
The Christmas Bitch
