The cruel words spout forth from nowhere, surrounding by a million little particles of hate. They itch and sting, but she tries to fight it off in agonized rage, but only finds herself farther and farther away. Acceptance is nothing she wants now; she simply wants to get back, get even, get mad. A million and one little ideas that sprout black ooze from her mouth that pools and prickles like spikes, reaching out and sticking hooves to them, climbing up legs, and suffocating noses. Revenge was all she needed, the pleasure of the pain of others that crossed her path. No more apologies, no more sorrow. All around is the ever-present feel of her kin, her brother, the only other being who understands and agrees with her, by her side.
They wouldn't be able to escape forever. Eventually, something always gives.