» every broken promise

tae ,eivom kcochctiH a fo dne eht m'I gnivieced tol a dna krad elttil A Although the mandible-marked mare would never quite possess her mother's intimidating presence, Tae had become in death what she had always bordered on in life: a ghost. Now however it did not take adrenaline or emotion to make her skin melt away into whispy vapour, nor was this in any way an illusion as it had been in life. This was not passive magic as the Helovian's had taken to calling it. This was fucking death, and the look of tortured and prolonged pain evident in Tae's ghostly-white gaze was also very real. "NNNRRRGGGAHH!!!" The phantom screeched. Tae's bones seem to hang somewhere in between being attached by muscle and sinew, and being held together by bits of ethereal plasma. Unlike her mother, Tae's flanks did heave noticeably back and forth, and with each laboured breath maggots seemed to be expelled between the places where her ribs should have been, but where a wall of cloud-like white was instead. Eyes that appeared to be able to see rolled in the mare's mandible-marked skull as she too rounded on Zero. "WHERE IS SHE." Tae roared, wings flying from her flanks as the sound of rabid barking canines erupted from somewhere behind her, as if her wolves were still somehow tethered to her. White eyes, glazed over with malice and outright rage swerved briefly to Volterra (he was really the only one other than her brother and her mother that she recognized, before fixating back on her smallish sibling) . "WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH GRUSHA."