Prick of the Thorn[Nymph, gathered]

[Karaugh]

another doctor's bill, another lawyer's bill - another cute cheap thrill.
you know that you love him if you put him in your will.

 

Many turnings of the sands of time had been made since the last appearance she graced this world with.  Her awkwardness gone and childish features more defined.  Her hide had shed the fluff along with the physical scars of the past.  Her mind that was once carefree and filled with innocence blackened as did her soul...

Reborn from the solitude of the outlands she found herself among the many homeless, by choice or fate she did not care.  Was their problem not hers.  She had enough burdens weighing on her.  Her "home" was long gone and her "family" with it.  She was and had been alone for a majority of her existence.  It was all good though, she enjoyed her own company.  No rules, no responsibility, no expectations.  Wasn't a purposeful life many would say but it was hers... All hers

Dark pools viewed the gatherings of friends, family, strangers, all greeting and conversing.  Not she though.  She stalked about the edges.  Keeping to herself, thinking back to her own "family".  Only one came to thought that truly may have cared for her... Her father.  He was the only one who stood up when all the others stood down.  

Her mind had wandered in thought as she picked her way through the lands.  Horns tucked tightly to her crown as they always were presented.  She wasn't afraid of danger, she relished in it.  Almost welcomed it.  Time was not wasted being cautious.  Her attention was caught briefly by a large group of equines and... Canines.  Strange.  Motion came to a halt as she viewed such happenings.  Nape stiffened to attention, nares flared as scents upon the breeze intruded upon her.  Many scents came.  Most she was familiar with were long gone but this one was burnt in her.  A faint scent of familiarity wafted about her.  Dark pools closed as muzzle lifted to catch more of the scent.  Could it be? A mental picture from the depths of her cranium was found.  A deep bay frame much like her own.  One she had only fleeting glimpses of...

Without much thought of her actions, as she rarely did.  Act now, ask questions later.  She moved swiftly to the gathering paying no mind to the others.  Pools locked into the bay that everyone seemed so interested in.  Dismissing formalities and chit chat she had no time for, she pushed past the bodies that formed a circle of conversation.  A devilish grin of satisfaction played upon her expressions.  Her horns rose from there usual resting place flat upon her crown.  In an almost devilish appearance.  Lips parted as a singular word hissed forth...

Father

 

Karaugh

illicit daughter of nymphetamine and killgore