Aviya's steps, soft and light, kept her moving on the track of her father. Curiosity filled her fully as she watched the hoof prints below her in the snow. Her father's gait, sweeping yet calculated, was paired with the loyal paws of his hound, but also small, haphazard prints. Her mind twisted, her ears twitching upon her crown as an outward expression of the gears turning. Maybe he was training someone, or maybe he had lured a hornless foal out to their demise? Oh, she would not put it above her father to kill a foal. They were just so helpless and easy, and the emotional ties towards their parents, oh, it nearly made Aviya shake with pride. It would kill more than one, truly, in murdering a foal. She hoped he would wait for her, to let her ice blue eyes drink in his glory.

Oh, but as she approached her eyes widened, curiosity heightened to an immeasurable degree. No, d'Artagnan was not going to murder he was going to watch. Before her, the colt that danced in the snow, a red blood bay with a white spiral horn, lit up her face. Sky colored eyes bounced back to her father, the red blood bay stallion. "Nao and I did not fill your heart, hmmm? It was a son you needed to complete your collection." Aviya's tail flicked and her lips parted in a playful smirk, her liquid poison voice light and airy. "Oh, d'Artagnan, what is his name?" Taking several steps forward, Aviya attempted to close the distance between her and her father. It was the close proximity that brought about a spurt of dropped self esteem and embarrassment, for as he eyes traveled up to the face of her father they rested on his glinting, broken horn. Swallowing, hard and sour, she remembered her own broken horn. He had yet to see the wound of her heritage. The wound that the disgrace of d'Artagnan's past brought upon her. Mesec, her demi-god brother.

Before any sort of explanation could befall her lips, however, a sing-song voice clanged from the distance. Turning, as sharp as a mamba, Aviya lowered her head and tilted the dangerously sharp and broken weapon towards the stranger. Underneath her cloven hooves, a small mist began to appear. Despite the ever-growing darkness, Aviya's magic stayed with her. Disappointingly, however, it only happened with the return of the moon. "Hello, Harmony," Aviya greeted the hornless, a sadistic smile forming on her white face, "Don't be afraid." Flicking her eyes quickly to the colt, Aviya pinned her ears down. "Shall we teach your son today, Daddy?"







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