So You Think You Can Dance? (Private)

Greer wailed out in pain but made no move to stop it. She laid motionless on the ground, trembling. She felt the blood trick down her side as she stared at the grass that tickled her face. She didnt make a move, nor a sound. The only thing that made a sound was all of her dignity, self respect, and self preservation clattering to the ground in a heap.

Greer slowly rose to her hooves, the spark gone from her eyes and replaced with a defeated look.

"Dont worry grange." She said with a scratchy voice. "I dont want Cethin. I woke up in that swamp, in a panic and i knew what true fear was for the 3rd time in my life. And now i know it a 4th. Because i am scared as all get out to have this foal and the reason i came here was to offer it to Cethin, because i thought maybe he'd like to raise his son or daughter." She said, looking straight through Grange. "I hope you and Cethin have a wonderful life together." She said, before walking past him, now with a limp, toward a stream.

Greer nodded, before falling asleep at the waters edge. The day had drained her of everything. Emotions, energy, health, even her sanity. She felt a knot in her stomach, as she thought about grange and cethin. She didnt want this foal. She was only 19. She knew Cethin would raise it better but she would not have it poisoned against her by grange.

The next morning she did the same thing as the previous, she rose from her slumber, and made her way to the field, where grange awaited her. She felt a heat rise from her chest and into her throat. She felt a surge of energy over take her, but the bags under her eyes said differently. She breathed deeply, before charging toward him, ramming into his chest and taking hold of his should in her teeth. She released her grip and took a few steps back, a frown masking the pain and ache her body felt all over from the beating grange had given her the previous day.

Greer laughed.

"Who told you that you were my boss? You cant control me, Grange. I can and will do whatever I want. I never said Cethin loves me, and I wont be my mother and fool him into it, either. I dont need anyones love nor do i want it. I just cant do...this." She said, motioning to her seemingly normal stomach.

"Why are you so cold Grange? If cethin apparently loves you so much, why would you be insecure?" She asked slyly.

Greer sighed. "Im tired, Grange. Im tired of fighting. What do you want me to say? Cause yeah, I was in love with Cethin for awhile, and he told me he loved me and the next morning he was gone. You know what, you are right. Im just a whore who thought she could be happy." She scoffed at her silly mistake. "Have your damn mate, but im not going to be bossed around." She said, legs shaking with frustration and confusion.

The overcast skies made the air humid today, sweat already rising to her skin. She wasnt weak though, infact, after traveling here in search of help from Cethin, she had gained muscle and stamina. Her neck and chest rippled with power and strength. Her hind quarters could push her over great distances, and not give out. She'd come a long way from the mare Cethin had found in a frozen over swamp. She was no longer skinny and neglected, now, she was stronger, better, faster, braver.

"Grange, i feel bad for you, i really do. You cling on to what little hope you have left that Cethin actually loves you. Theoretically, lets say he does. Now, what am i doing for two stallions who cant have a foal? Im practically giving it away, a gift. You should be thankful. But i do have some....reprocutions." She said, slithering around like a snake. "I  know that you are scared to death ill manipulate Cethin back to me, and i very well could, but i wont because im not that kind of girl. I will do as i please with Cethin, after all he is his own horse who can do what he wants. if he dosent want me around ill leave him alone but whatever you tell me to do with him means nothing." She said, spitting into the dirt.

The mask on her face was hard and cold, much like her heart which was now empty of any feeling at all. How could Grange think he had the right to tell her what to do? He didnt. She felt completely and utterly broken but she didnt let it show. No. Not today, he wouldnt see her break. He would never understand the never ending pain she was in. She wished she'd never slept with cethin or even met him. She wished she wasnt carrying this foal and that Grange hated her. She wished that he could see her view on this: Being abandoned with no one to help her, trying to find a way back to saftey, telling Cethin she was pregnant was the hardest part. She remembered the look of horror and anguish on his face. But she also remembered how it turned into a soft grin and a hug. Then, her world came crashing down on her again, when he told her he had a mate named Grange. She too shared the same look of pain and desperation, but rather then the genuine smile he wore, hers was a fake one and she knew he could see right through it. He could tell she was broken and had no idea what she was going to do now that she was apart of the past.

Greer listened to Grange speak, but direguarded his empty threat. Greer smirked an evil smile creeping across her lips.

"Gladly." She said, before rearing, legs clawing the air. She let out a buck, nailing him on the chest with her back hooves. With a grunt she leaped away from him, darting left and right.

(night)

Greer dodged a sharp hoof that nearly clipped her flank, and delivered a brow under his chin, She bolted and practically ran under him, and gave yet another kick in his ribs. She turned to face him, ears unpinned, and ready for a friendly match. Her hooves werent bloody this time and the only cuts on her that were open were scaps from yesterday. As grange delivered another hit she simply took a quick side step to dodge it. A smile creeped up on her lips, and she looked beautiful. A smile changed her entire demeaner from a worn out brood, to a glowing mare who was ready to win.