She had slipped away from her 'father's' watchful eyes, though in truth, she had no way of knowing he had allowed her to go. If his progeny couldn't survive on their own, they weren't worth keeping alive. Vitriol stomped through the forest, her ears pinned flat against her head with irritation. She HATED lessons! She hated having to do what she was told, and because she was little, she didn't get a say so! Growling to herself, the little foal was oblivious to the noise she was making--or any interested predators that might be nearby.Eventually, her pace slowed, for the small filly realized she was much farther away from Plague's territory than she realized. Her ears pricked hesitantly, listening intently for any signs of her father, mother, or siblings. Nothing.
Was she really alone?
Vitriol huffed quietly to herself, not exactly content in her solitude... but at least the worst of her temper was slowly abating. Something pale shifted in the corner of her vision, and the filly curiously glanced over.She expected it to be her mother. In an instant, Vitriol realized her error flattened her wings and ears once more to try and make herself as small as possible.
That was not her mother.