Panic made her eyes wide, the white the only part showing as she gave a half-rear, letting them roll up into her head. Her heart was pounding in her ears, blood rushing faster and faster, urging her to do something. To make a move, to join the fight, to flee, to find Niitro, something. Instead, paralyzed by fear and the odd sensation of rushing and bleeding bodies around her, she stood frozen to the spot.

Take deep breaths, dearie. Relax... stay calm... now get the heck out of here. Her mind coached her, and yet Salli stayed rooted where she was. Well, she was sure taking deep breaths. Doing her best not to hyperventalate, the mare was aware of a horse's body thudding somewhere very near to her. Where was Niitro? He'd said he'd be here for her if something like this happened... if those awful Darks invaded... he'd known trouble was brewing for a while now, actually.
Salli's mind spun out of control as something hit her, knocking the wind out of her for a few moments. But that gave her time to think. Well, more like time to hate.

She despised these dark horses, not just for what they were doing. Maybe she'd raid another herd if she had a good reason, killing without mercy. Well, if she wasn't so pure-hearted, maybe she would. But no, these Darks were killing to kill, injuring their fellow equines just for the fun of it. Her stomach turned over, a sour feeling clutching it. These monsters couldn't be from the same species; she didn't know of anything so heartless. A flash of red made her turn, wondering if her mate was near, but it wasn't. It was another strawberry roan, a dark mare. Facing her.

"So, you're the leading lady of this herd, eh?" A slight accent made Salli slightly interested, perking her ears for a split-second. Then she flattened them.
"What's it to you?" Anger puffed out of her nostrils, eyes narrowing slightly.
"I'm under orders to kill you; from our lead. She doesn't want an heir to your throne being born." The strawberry roan shared the same colors as the palomino's mate, but definately not the same heart.
"I'm under orders to stop that." And with that, Salli pivoted and fled, the devolping baby inside of her thumping slightly as she rounded a corner, the scary cries of battle fading as she got farther and farther away from her herd.

Nostrils were wide as they struggled to get in enough air, her short mustang legs galloping as fast as they'd go. Even so, the mare behind her was closing the gap quickly. Salli's persuer was tall and lean, with long legs that covered ground easily.
Crap. Instantly, Salli's life flashed before her eyes, realizing this was how she'd die. She stood no chance against this conditioned mare, who was much taller and not pregnant. There was only one thing to do... accept defeat.

A low-hanging cloud obscurred her vision slightly, and Salli slowed to a stop. Best to have the deed done here, than anywhere... She cast a glance over her shoulder, watching confusion in the other mare's eyes, then saw her keep on going for a moment, could tell she planned to make a wide turn to keep up her momentum, in case Salli began to run again.
The palomino closed her eyes, listening to the sound of hooves on marshy ground.
Suck. Suck. Plop. Slowing slightly as the tall mare anticipated the turn, but suddenly vanishing. Salli's eyes flew open, yet she still didn't hear nor see the other mare.

Confused, she took a few wary steps through the thick fog. The footing almost gave way, and, very surprised, the mare stumbled backwards. A cliff. Exactly.
Blinking, not yet being able to process what had happened. Her chaser had just killed herself, unknowingly. A pang struck her heart, feeling the slightest bit sorry for the dark mare. Though she was an awful creature, you'd think you'd at least be warned about these types of things.

With a slight shrug, Salli turned away from the perolous edge and made her way back towards her herdlands, battle still taking place.


[the ending is crap and totally sucky, I know. xP. Sorry... got a bit carried away, then didn't know how to end it. XD!]