She races across the fields, her feelings in tow, huffing furiously as she runs to a destination not even she is aware of. She is angry, a storm of self-hatred brewing inside of her thickly muscled shell. She pushes herself until her lungs burn, her mind whirling with thoughts that go too fast for her to understand. She feels that she has failed, and that she should make it up somehow. She needs to redeem herself, show that she is still a strong and powerful force. She wants to be remembered as a daring, daunting presence that instilled fear in the hearts of all. She would be the one remembered for her success of rising from the dust, a mighty empire of equines to wash filth from the land like a wave washing prints from the sand.

Her body lurches forward as she springs from the earth, forehooves slamming into the ground before she braces herself with her hind, already stepping forward to eagerly continue her strides. A rumbling in the ground stops her, skidding across a patch of dirt and unsteadily halting as she peers over a small mound, noticing a child balancing upon a gurgling, shuddering mound of earth. Colt wasn’t all that fond of children, but this one perked her interest. An equine, he was a potential recruit for her empire. A smile wicked and twisted, she marches forward but stops. What better to do than show the child what she can do. A pebble sat, almost perfectly placed before her. Spinning so her hind faced the boy, she closed one eye to stare at the obsidian child, her aim focused on the mound beneath his feet. Cocking back her hind hoof, she feels a little click as it slips into the right position. Inhaling she pulls the trigger, watching the bullet whizz forward towards the child’s dirt mound. It landed on the ground a little off to the right of his mound, curses uttered beneath her breath. She hadn’t done this in a while, leaving her aim to be shitty. She’d have to practice more when she got the chance.

Colt walks casually towards the child, a smirk still dancing across her features as she approaches. "Quite the magic you’ve got there, kid." She stands a distance back, eyeing the red reptile with hesitance. She admired the power and ferocity of dragons, but they held a special ability with their fiery breath. Colt edges away from the sight of the dragon, not wanting to find out what sort of magic this one had. She looks at the boy and prays he didn’t take notice of her discomfort, shifting her weight to continue to admire the magical bond this one held to the earth. "It’d be of good use in battle." She flicks her onyx tail, ears swiveling as she watches to see what the boy can do. The possibilities of just this small mound are amazing. He could knock down opponents easily; push them away to give himself a moment to rethink his strategy. He could sweep away grounded companions or even the enemies themselves. Colt set her steel sights on this child, she would have him in her empire. Maybe as a naïve, innocent babe she could manipulate him as she pleased, crafting a false reality for him to follow along to. Or maybe his parents had done well and already set him on a path of destruction and domination.

"TALK TALK TALK"
-- weee first official post with colt !! hope it's ok i tossed her in here <3 --