I'll let you listen to my sweet, sweet lies.

It had not been dead for long, the heat from it's body rose as a mist. Arwen's golden eyes were trained on the small black body, the tiny bird had clearly died in infancy. It was horrible to think that the bird would never experience life. Not even Arwen had the magic to bring the bird back to life, but the dead carcass. Life was not in the question, but it could be bound to her will, animated and made to look like it was alive. Sucking in a deep breath, the young girl awakened the voices of the dead. The dark nether shifted through her very soul, corrupting it and twisting it into something evil. Then, as always, the whispers came. Their cold and lifeless voices scent shivers down into her very soul. Now hover, she did not to speak with them, hear their sad stories. No, today was different. So the young filly pushed against her own mind, forcing the voices out of her head and only allowed space for her magic alone. The very core and essence of the magic. The dead spirits still hovered though, looking at her with dead and accusing eyes. The decay on the birds body lit up before her eyes. It was minimal, yet she would be able to work with it. The carcass suddenly filled with a pretend light as if it was alive. Smirking, Arwen watched as the bird raised it's head. It did not peep or chirp, no because it was still dead.

Watching the bird closely, Arwen commanded it to spread it's wings and fly. They decay began to spread through the rest of the bird's body. The longer she tied it to the realm of the living, the faster the decay spread. It was not a confident flyer, it fell back into the light snow that sprinkled the ground a few times before it finally settled on Arwen's back. Giggling, Arwen quickly made her way through the snow, eager to show the bird everything it had missed. It had been a least a week since her mother had shown them home to The Basin, the burns and bruises from the confrontation with The Regime had all but faded into nothing. Indeed her twin had got the worst of the flame from the dragon. It angered Arwen too see the angry welts that had appeared on her twins flesh. One day, Arwen might even get her revenge. Of course that depended on her fate and luck, the gods did not care for her...the gods wouldn't have offered her and her twin up as fresh meat to The Regime if they cared. The bird's claws brought Arwen's through back to the dead bird that still rested on her back, it's demands clear in her mind. It wanted to go free, if it was not helping Arwen then it's purpose for being alive was mute. It belong to the dead now. Only Arwen pushed it's feelings from her mind, she was in control.

"Fly." The command come out loud this time, the bird spread it's wings. The feathers died and broke off in the wind, still the bird dare not disobey, she was his master. He took off into the air, black ways spread out against the sky. Smiling, Arwen pulled her magic out from the carcass, the spirit of the bird was pushed back below, into the underworld. The now empty container fell, and landed at Arwen's feet. You could no longer tell that it had been a bird. Looking at it made Arwen feel odd, it was just a useless thing her magic. Unless she got a gift from the gods...an animal's body that she could always wear on her person. If anyone ever attack her of Asch again...they would have it in for them. A nice imposing and deadly animal...but what? The deranged filly turned back to look over her home with a bitter taste in her mouth. Her innocent was stolen from her and Arwen still had not regained her thirst for life and exploring. She was far too scared, what if they were stolen again? The Regime taking the twins had been Arwen's fault after all, she had been chasing the bunny, Asch had just followed. Angrily Arwen kicked at the snow and turned around to face the dead body of the bird again. Her magic was still awake within her.

Speeding up the decaying process with an cruel grin, Arwen watched as the flesh ate away at itself, the organs collapsed and rotted away and the bones dissolved into dust. Suddenly glancing up, the golden filly knew that one day The regime would pay.

"Speech"
784 words.
So much darker than I expected...
Liquid time, been about a week since they arrived at The Basin. @[Asch]