If there was one thing that could have been explained to Cosette it was how to control one's temper. The mare clutched the bloodied weapon tightly in her teeth as she stared down at the lifeless remains of the animal that had dared to mock her appearance. Cosette had started out the day so well only to lose the control that she so desperately craved to hold onto at all times. So far that lesson and subsequent control eluded her. Her mind was dissociated from the act of killing as she continued to peer down at the now deceased creature. With a quiet huff Cosette backed away from the slowly expanding puddle of crimson liquid before catching sight of the bloody flecks that now adorned her pristine white coat. Any other individual might be compelled to seek out a water source to clean off but Cosette was seeing the splotches as a badge of honor and it spoke that she was no pushover.Giving a snort of disdain Cosette turned away from the spectacle that she had created before heading back towards the lands that she called home. It was seemingly going to be an interesting walk home if anyone dared to comment on her bloody appearance. Clutching her knife Cosette watched, almost transfixed, at the drops of blood that seemed to splatter onto the ground and onto her fetlocks, causing even more stains. It was at one point during her walk that she paused to wade into a small pond. Cosette did not care if the blood remained on her skin. The purpose of her side trip was to wet down her hair. Sinking into the water Cosette released the ties from her mane and tail and allowed her hair to float out around her body. If there was one thing that she had learned from her mother it was how to keep her appearances up. The time that she took to cleanse her hair always seemed to vary. There was a certain pride that she took in maintaining her mane and tail in the style that mimicked both her sister Coquette and their mother Jessamine. If her hair was out of sorts it would not sit right with Cosette until it was fixed.
The mare continued to relax in the water until she felt that enough time had passed. Slowly she rose from the water with sheets of the liquid rushing down her sides. Her mane and tail now hung limp against her body and Cosette sighed as she realized that once again she would have to allot herself a few hours of lying in the sun to allow her hair to dry. With practiced ease the mare sunk to the ground. Her eyes scanned the horizon for any hints of danger. She was not far off from the Sinclair lands but being so close did not ensure that she was safe just yet. With her knife blade bared and old bloodstains on her fur Cosette hoped that she presented a fearsome sight. It would be the only thing that kept possible predators and potential enemies at bay while she rested.
