"Well, that was an interesting start to the morning." Cold, haughty, composed; the picturesque, terrifyingly precise blend of both mother and father. Snö. The chestnut varnish roan approached quietly, awoken from her rest by the haunting screech that had echoed throughout the mountains, rebounding off the rocky slopes and setting one's blood pounding. With icy eyes she watched him carefully, the stallion who had changed. From black feathers and curved beak to smooth hide and easy step, with only one feature remaining the same. A horn, a uniform black with an easy curve to it.
At her side clicked and whirred Tarak, the metal wolf, the one who did not speak and reminded her forcibly of Thais. The Monster, they had called him, she remembered slightly bitterly; and then Thais had turned to a dog, a black brute. How could he, she wondered, leave her like this? Similarly, Rapha had run off sometime past. Snö had wondered briefly if she should go after him, fetch him back and beat him down until he lay broken, before recalling that he had gone in order to get something. What, she couldn't remember, but she had allowed him his leave with the due threats of pain and punishment. As unfortunate and much as she disliked having him out of sight, he would be back soon. Hopefully dragging something in tow.
As she first took in the situation, silhouetted by the glowing colors of the rising soon, she took notice immediately of her father. Lately he had been gone, but so had she- there was nothing she could blame him for. He seemed shocked by the events, authoritative as well; but he was the FrostHeart, and could surely deal with a stallion who turned into a near-pegasus in the night, the filly told herself in a voice filled with quiet contempt. Snö shook her thick, pearly mane, interrupted only by a complimenting shade of chestnut, poising an elegant smile on her cream face, the embodiment of gorgeous, she so conceitedly told herself. Yet it was true, and so why would she deny herself the luxury of feeling beautiful, and using her refined curvature? "Father," Snö greeted Mauja, coming a little closer to his side. The ice princess loved him, perhaps the only one she loved in her short life; Psyche had abandoned her, as Monster had. Even if she loved him, and love was an abstract concept, she had been swiftly entering into her rebellious teen phases. Once, she had even run away, and made her first kill as a unicorn supremist; driving her frosty horn through a beating, pumping heart, alongside Thais.
The ice princess listened to the unicorn trespasser silently, taking careful note of 'dearest King'. Did Mauja know him?
[Hope it's okay I jumped in! If not, I can remove and wait until Neo and Sica post]
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