Upon the return to my family, I have considered myself useless, and have therefore decided that I will be as useful as possible and help us grow. I can feel the bright yellow gaze of Clown-face as she scolded me for bringing the oafish Oxy back to the dense marsh. That horrendous, imprisoning stare is almost enough to make the hair along my spine raise. Though the stallion has made himself useful and known in our band, I cannot help but regret the decision when his attitude flares; those fucking plants he eats, they have done nothing but keep him trapped in a self-destructive cycle. A soft sigh rolls from my dark nostrils at the thought of my psychotic family members.

Dark hooves pick across the grass-padded earth with silent ease, long legs carrying me at a swift walk as I wander deeper and deeper into the forest of strangers. So many vulgar scents unravel in the cool air, filling my lungs and brain with images of what and who may be here. My right eye twitches uncontrollably for a moment, causing me to drop my skull and shake it violently before I am able to concentrate. The amount of involuntary twitching my body has been undergoing for the short amount of time has been driving me absolutely crazy. I chuckle to myself quietly; maybe they will cause me to go insane!

Pausing in my tracks, I allow my white and cream stained hair to fall over the right side of my neck like silk, the small knots hidden away in the layers. A deep breath is drawn in, my lungs filling slowly as I simultaneously lift my antlered crown high into the air. Dark ears rotate forward, my skull dropping back to a comfortable level when I catch the deep, gravely voice. I stand alert, listening in on the apparent conversation in order to grasp the words. But there is no immediate return..

Glazed violet eyes reach out toward the voice, but there is nothing visible through the thicket of underbrush and numerous trees. Curiously, I wander toward the -now apparent- voices, pristine hooves lifting high over the winding traps of both weeds and berry vines. Now the bodies begin to come into view just as the charcoal figure, draped in red, seems to agree with something. Her attention is fixed on a slightly larger, though much thicker, brute. Each of the bodies produces a single horn that juts from their skulls.

The mare -who's name I did not catch- states that she is from the Aurora Basin, a land that I have neither visited nor heard of. Her crimson hair mesmerizes me as I emerge from the comfort of personal space, my left eye twitching before I pause far from the left of the mare. "Allow me to introduce myself," my rough vocals often times seem off to strangers; years of screaming rather than speaking really fucks with your throat. "I am Agrona." I am here to represent my family, The Asylum! No, that will be kept for later on, if the stallion is to take any interest in my arrival.

Light hued tail begins to swing back and forth, brushing the back of my long legs occasionally, strands of hair winding around my ankles. "You are much too striking for something to not be wrong with you, stallion." A coy smile crawls up my dark lips, violet gaze set on him eagerly. The mass of his body reminds me of the drug-seeking fool I had last recruited, but this one is much cleaner and not shriveling into a skeleton.

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