Panic rippled through her body, she had been running for what had felt like an eternity, her wing throbbed in pain and was clearly broken making all her attempts to fly impossible... not that it would have helped given who was chasing her. The fall had hurt though, and the cuts on her legs stung with each movement, thankfully the unicorn blood -although diluted- seemed to be helping her heal.
Her heart thundered within her chest. She wanted to cry.... but the tears simply refused to come, which was probably a good thing considering she was running for her life.
Part of her wanted to call for help, but fear that someone or something worst would find her stopped her. She had a bad feeling.... she was going to die. Die before the prophecy she had avoided and feared all her life had even took effect.... and regret flooded her mind, she would never know love, never know the delicate embrace of a lover or the flutter of a kiss....
....the tears started to flow from her eyes.
Vanity chased her prey, Jayden was off doing only God knew what and she had decided this would definatly a good way to get rid of her pent up energy at being left behind. "It's useless." She called out, she could see that the heavy wings on the mares back were already starting to weight her down... all Vanity had to do was keep a stead pace and the game would be hers. She growled in satisfaction. "Why don't you just give up.... I promise I will kill you quickly if you do." And with that she laughed, an evil cackle that seemed to spread around her and come back at her from all directions.
She licked her lips, oh how she enjoyed watching them try to escape.... then the hope fade from their eyes leaving them souless as they realised the inevitiable. Vanity had won.... and Vanity planned to win this time too.
