[private] happy mother's day

[Ripley]

It remembers, but not in the way most do. There are no images to its thoughts, no real memories that hold any sort of substance. Like everything stored within the mind of the monster, it is an instinct more than a thought. It does not recognize the name - the syllables, like all spoken by horses, are just garbled noise to it. Like a dog, it knows only commands. But it also knows that this is its mother. Its true mother - not one bound through magic and service. Knowledge of the horse it has once been, the filly who snuggled in close to her white dam on cold nights or laughed at her shimmering father, are not present. Its mind is nothing but shadows with the occasional burst of rage and hunger. Now though, something else blooms within it. The crowned head tilts to the side, a curious noise coming from it as that tail swishes lazily - not leaving the dirt behind it. Although every line, every inch, of this creature has been created for death, that is not its purpose now. It is relaxed. It is... curious. Almost reverent. Its movements are slow but it takes a small step forward, black eyes emotionless as ever. Giving nothing away. There is an echo of the quest on the Plains that reverberates within the shadows of its mind and though the creature does not speak in the proper sense - something between a hiss and a purr garbles from deep within its throat. Like a parrot repeating something it has heard over and over again for decades. It almost sounds like the word "Mom" It reaches out with it’s head, sniffing the air as it takes another step closer. If Ryatah won't move, it will stop when it is close enough to touch - but the creature refrains from connecting just yet. RIPLEY AND NOSTROMO twenty-eight eaten to date

@[Ryatah]