The green mare didn't come out often. She held herself away in seclusion. Usually all the happiness and laughing and skipping and playing that the others frolicked about with was enough to make the mare nauseous. How her parents ended up together he would never know. The crazed Pillbox hadn't really been a mother and she heard her father was some overly happy winter wonder pony. barf. She obviously took after her mother. So the war, the glorious war had made her look down upon the lands she observed from afar. the sounds had changed and the air was full of chaos. The green mare with the crazed eyes curled her mouth into a smile. Wicked and mad she laughed and pranced as the fires roared, and kingdoms burned. Now, this she could play with, this she could make a visit for.
Red mane sprawled out around her she flew down her lonely mountain. The air changed as she made her way down warming and the air got thicker. She didn't know what she would find but she ould enjoy spreading havoc while she could.
She fed off the energy chaos, the blood and murder. her eyes grew more crazed. more jittery. more violent. She made it to the Valley before too long nd tore into the first thing she sees, a small colt, that must have been left "in hiding." Slaybell cackled with glee as the metallic liquid splattered. She moved further into the kingdom, not really knowing where it would lead her. But she found others... of course, she looks for her next victim. alliance or side didn't matter, she only knew she wanted to see the spray of read once again fly through the air. Yes. Slaybell needed the arch of red droplets, and she would have them again.
Cackling and obviously a little mad she laughs and speaks in a sing-song voice, "Again, again!" The fact it was a life that was taken that gave her joy didn't matter. It meant nothing to the red and green mare, they didn't call her the Christmas Bitch for no reason.
Slaybell
The Evil Christmas Bitch