I awoke to a rough tongue running up my snout, and a sharp hoof nudging my chest.

"C'mon Big Guy. Time to wake up..."

I wanted to kiss her for living, to kill myself for the scabbed-over bite marks that covered her neck.

A few beautiful minutes before my world began to fall apart, all over again.

"Kill him! Why?!" Silver screamed the question with anger, anguish and bile in her tone, stance wide and wings outstretched to block the door.

I stooped low to the stream, holding my mouth under the water not to drink, but to wash the taste of blood from my mouth.

I hated that taste almost more than I hated myself.

Author's Note

A few teaser sentences.

Liable to change/disappear as I develop the chapter