11-15-2016, 05:37 PM
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She is - for once - in the right place at the right time.
The small palomino with her dainty features and cold eyes, grossly pregnant, hobbling over the playground with the contempt most mothers nearly due have. Any minute now, she vows, she will expel this garbage creature from her womb and leave it here to die and suffer and rot.
She does this with all her children, though she'd never hated something so fully as this child.
Magic cloaked the pain of childbirth and pregnancy from her before. She longs - no, NEEDS - her magic back. She is broken and empty and useless without it. She fears (and Harmonia fears nothing) that she will die during childbirth with this monstrosity curling around in her womb.
It's there, pacing the playground, she hears the fairy.
It's as though her prayers have been answered.
"I will," says Harmonia, her voice too excited, too ready to accept this task. She will regain her magic and then...oh, and then! So much she could do to terrorize...
She thinks of the overthrow in Pangea and smiles
"I will carry this burden," she adds, her fake sincerity slipping through the cracks of her smile
The small palomino with her dainty features and cold eyes, grossly pregnant, hobbling over the playground with the contempt most mothers nearly due have. Any minute now, she vows, she will expel this garbage creature from her womb and leave it here to die and suffer and rot.
She does this with all her children, though she'd never hated something so fully as this child.
Magic cloaked the pain of childbirth and pregnancy from her before. She longs - no, NEEDS - her magic back. She is broken and empty and useless without it. She fears (and Harmonia fears nothing) that she will die during childbirth with this monstrosity curling around in her womb.
It's there, pacing the playground, she hears the fairy.
It's as though her prayers have been answered.
"I will," says Harmonia, her voice too excited, too ready to accept this task. She will regain her magic and then...oh, and then! So much she could do to terrorize...
She thinks of the overthrow in Pangea and smiles
"I will carry this burden," she adds, her fake sincerity slipping through the cracks of her smile
harmonia. surgery.
when the pied piper calls, you come
when the pied piper calls, you come