One dark night two truly evil creatures sought to create the most heinous and devious creature imaginable. They wished to rule all, and would do so with terrifying power, but each their strengths alone were never to be enough. The male was a great black stallion, his body holding a few scattered spikes and bat-like wings; the female a gray mule, said to be a child of the devil himself, with crimson mane and tail. Though they shared no romance for each other, they came to the belief that if they were to produce a child with each other's added abilities it would surely be the most evil creature imaginable. So, for the sake of their unthinkable plans, they mated. Months later the mare was preparing for her birth. Father watched anxiously to see the birth of such evil, and as the foal began to emerge, the mare screamed out in agony. Before the stallion’s eyes, the mare he'd been planning and scheming with for so long was torn apart from the inside out. Her stomach ripped open and out fell a bloodied filly. It was obvious that the cause of the mare’s demise had been the dozens of sharpened spikes running over the younger foal’s body. With a tiny wicker, the foal retracted the spikes, and appeared as normal as any equine. Upon her birth, she'd had the same icy white mane and tail as her father, but as she lay in her own mother’s blood they became forever tainted crimson. The stallion fell to his knees at this sight in awe. He bowed his head to her, "Truly, you are the most evil creature . . . " he whispered tenderly to her before helping the foal to her hooves, and setting off to find her something to eat...

~My Life~

I always knew I was different . . . you know, the whole spikes and thing. And even from a young age I always seemed to have a knack for killing things-even if I didn't mean to. But I have to admit, sometimes I actually felt bad . . . perhaps that why things went so wrong.

Father was always pressuring me to do more and more horrible things. From the first time I'd accidentally mutilated a colt that I'd been playing with. He encouraged me to do this more and more. He would threaten herds with me, saying that if they wouldn't seize power to him he'd use me to kill their leader. Me always being confidently tied to said equine; and at first, this was all well and good . . . I mean, killing was so very easy and like I said, I was rather good at. I never thought about the life I was taking, or the pain I caused others. I just knew father was happy, and back then, that's all that really mattered. Everything I did was to please daddy. Which quickly became harder and harder, because his expectations were always rising. He wanted more blood, more fierceness, and more malice. Nothing I ever did was good enough; and that's when it happened. I suppose he'd grown tired of teaching me...he wanted something.....more. The night of a great storm, I slept peacefully below a sheltering willow, and in the light of a lightning strike, I saw my father looming over me. "Daddy?" I began when he leapt upon me. He began to forcefully rape me. I begged him through my tears to please stop, but he continued his unthinkable act for what seemed like hours. When he was finished, I lay at his hooves in a sobbing wreck. He merely smiled, his white teeth showing through the darkness. "Now let's see how truly evil one can be . . ." he replied. Things were never the same. I was terrified of him. I avoided coming near him at all costs, but continued to do his bidding, afraid of what he'd do if I didn't. To my horror, I soon felt a stirring within me. I had become pregnant with my fathers child . . . my own brother! A few months passed, and father seemed as light as day. He had been so pleased with me that he constantly showered me with praise. But he made a grave mistake. One night, I asked him where my mother was. He told me, without care, that I had killed her upon my birth.

I was horrorstruck. "I" had been my mother’s death? And as I felt every push and pull of my stomach, I knew something HORRIBLE was lurking inside of me, and that I would be doomed to the same fate as my mother. Finally, I could bare it no longer. One night I sneaked away from my father and ran into the woods where I began to beat myself against the trees mercilessly. Any cost could be paid to see that this foal would never be born. "Was this what pain was like?" "Was this what I put so many creatures through?" These thoughts ran through my mind as I again and again slammed myself against the trees, hitting my abdomen most. Finally, spitting up my own blood, I fell exhausted to the forest floor. Even after all this pain, nothing could prepare me for the pain that came now. I began to bleed heavily from below, and in the most excruciating pain I'd known yet, my horrible offspring was miscarried. He'd not even fully formed yet. I found myself vomiting as I gazed down at the half formed fetus, till I heard the most horrible sound. Father was storming through the woods after me. He hadn't known what I'd done yet, but I knew he'd kill me when he did. Quickly, I leapt to the tree just above where my dead foal lay and waited. Father came into the clearing and gazed at the sight of all the blood, and walking to the fetus, he knew what I'd done. He raised his head to the sky to scream out his anger just in time to see me coming upon him. He was dead before I ever hit the ground. His eyes wide with shock as he gazed at me. Now I towered over him and snorted. "I guess we know who is most evil now..." I found myself whisper as I saw his eyes cloud, and he fell beside my son. I felt numb...like my whole body had stopped working. But when my senses returned, I ran into the woods like a mad woman till I came crashing into a river where I bathed for what must have been hours.

And so I move on...I have never forgotten the HORROR my father put me through, and so, I've always harbored a deep hatred for males. But, then, not everyone is the same right? . . .