A wretched beast of darkness lurks here. Her quiet trot-steps are light and mildly audible, but then the soft murmur of thuds vanquish as the witch takes to the cool air. The breeze flows around her dark wings, but becomes polluted as it touches her. She is a walking disease that is almost overly powerful...

except for her weakness- water.

It's a strange thing, really. Aurelia has a fear of water, which is commonly known as hydrophobia. The irony of this situation is that, right as she started to get over her fear, she had to go a few steps back and hide from the very thing that instilled horror in her. Right now, water will rid her of her darkness, but she doesn't want it to leave.

Aurelia doesn't want to go back to being boring-ass Aurelia... She wants something more.

Whether more is being a successful lead or poisoning everything she touches, she doesn't know. All she knows is, she likes seeing the terror in her victim's eyes right before she turns them into one of her.

The unfortunate part is, the one-winged mare that she loved, ran from her. Aurelia wanted to follow, to change, but she knew Africa would be utterly horrified if she turned around to see the once-sweet girl trying to eat her. When she had attempted to attack the Edge mare, Alysanne, as a wraith, she infected a few horses, but none of them were Alysanne. Perhaps infecting the ones she was avoiding and not infecting the ones she was going for was a sign. A sign that she sucked at being scary as much as she sucked at being normal.

It's like the world has no spectacular plan for Aurelia, like the world does for everyone else.

But that fuels her. Raw anger surges through her and the peaceful flight she was enjoying turned into a dive bomb for the ground. Her wings tightly closed at her sides... and the ground sped closer

and closer

and closer to her.

At the last possible moment, her bat wings flailed open and she was on all fours galloping forward. Her quiet trot-steps turned to thunderous gallop strides. She shrieks a howl loud enough for the small group of horses to hear. They are her next victims.

Once in a close enough range, she speaks. "Are you people stupid enough to stay outside when you can get hurt?" Her voice is filled with worry, and there is no way to tell that she is lying. That she is exuberant about their stupidity. Would she infect them now, or let them lead her to their nest?

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