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Rascal wasn't handling the news of her mother's death well at all. She was still so full of rage and wanted to lash out at anyone -- or anything. Though there was always the slight possibility that the mare that was brutally murdered, the rumor that was circulating did fit her mother's description quite a bit and she hadn't seen her mother since her disappearance. It wasn't like her. She'd never go somewhere and not return. In her heart, Rascal knew that her mother was the victim whispered about. She wasn't sure what exactly a Skinwalker was but surely everything could die?

She had to find Inmate and Xian and let them know what had happened. Perhaps they would be interested in finding out more about this Skinwalker in question. She was sure that her brothers were better at combat than her as well and she wanted nothing short of that b*****d's head laying at her hooves.

What she did NOT expect was coming into the area and spotting a brother she had almost forgotten. If it wasn't for the familiar stripes on the legs, she probably wouldn't have recognized him at all. Hadn't she just been a foal, fresh from her basket when she last saw him?

Rascal wanted to turn and leave but what would her mother have wanted? She lowered her head and closed her eyes, trying to overcome the pain she felt every time she started to think of her mom. Though they never talked much of her 'other' son, she knew it was because her mother didn't handle the separation well. It was easier for her to forget about him instead of feeling like she failed as a mother.

She knew it wasn't his fault. Their father was the one that took to him and left, right? There was no reason to really blame her brother, but it was hard. Even now, he felt like a stranger to her. The only comfort she felt was knowing that there was some of her mother in him, even if it was only in appearance.

She owed it to herself and to her mother to at least talk to him. She wasn't sure if he even cared about their mother. For all she knew, he could have blocked her out too. It was possible that the separation had equally hurt him. Sighing, the mare started walking in his direction.

She stopped before him and looked down at the ground. It was hard to bring the words forward. It was harder yet to bring them forward to someone that was almost a complete stranger to her. "I know this is awkward enough for the both of us," she started, taking in a deep breath, "but I feel it's better to just get to the point instead of try to begin with idle chitchat only to get to the negative news later. I know you know who I am as clearly as I know who you are, though I do not remember your name."

She felt guilty at that but she wasn't sure if she had ever known. "I'm your sister, Rascal, and I think you should know...," she paused trying to keep the tears from falling. "You should know that our mom is dead. I know that you probably don't care and all, but I think it's important that you know. I think she would have wanted you to know." The situation was entirely awkward for her. She knew he probably wouldn't care and attempted to prepare for a heartless response but as long as she let him know.. that was all that mattered, right?

"She was killed," the mare stated matter-of-factly. "We have a guess as to what but we do not know exactly who had done it. I haven't seen her.. I was told.. it was horrible." She didn't want to pass on all the information she had learned. That the body was so mangled, ripped to pieces and strewn about the clearing she was left in. With her mother's absence and what description could be passed on, there wasn't any room for doubt. It had been her mother's body.

"From what information was gathered, we are sure it had been a Skinwalker of some sort. It's possible it could have been a Kalona as well, but we are fairly certain that with the amount of.. damage, it's most likely one of the cursed creatures that can turn into animals." The b*****d would pay, she silently promised. In some way, that creature would pay for his or her crimes. "Ares," she repeated after a moment. It was familiar. Perhaps she had once known it as a foal and had simply forgotten it over time. "At least you have your father," she added dryly. Perhaps it was a bit rude, but she still held a little resentment towards her father. Ares did not know their mother so it wasn't hard for him to deal with. On the other hand, if their father had been the one to die, she would have had it easier since she didn't know him. It didn't make her feel less hurt though.

Ares' eyes weakened for a moment, he listened to her. Perhaps he could get information of said skinwalker from Isis' skinwalker lover. He now sort of spited them, the skinwalkers. He knew what they could do and what they were capable of. "Oh forgive me then." he hissed back at his sister. His eyes narrowed as his normal expression came across. "I thought maybe sometime in my life I could meet our mother and sort of catch up." he kept his eyes on her. "And what father? Erik? Thats just a bit of a joke, since he didn't know how to raise a foal and was to lost in himself to even care. My mother was a unikalona, she adopted me and I was hers until I could take care of myself." for once he had let himself go off the deep end and spill his life into someone that wouldn't even care. "Sure he was an irresponsible father, I hated him for awhile but you don't hold grudges. That will kill you faster than anything else." he didn't want her pity and he didn't care what she thought. Well, he did at some level.., but if she wanted to play you have this and I have that game, he wanted no part.

He let his ebony braids fall in his face as he looked up to see another stallion, marked with the same skull. He looked to the stallion. He stood their in silence at the male, he didn't know him. He may be son of his mother, but not his blood father. Perhaps Rascal knew him?

[[Soo...are we waiting for a post edit then?]]