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you're the closest thing to hell i've seen so far
Despite his outward show of fearlessness, his heart speeds up slightly as she moves closer. He's suddenly painfully aware that this filly likely knows next to nothing about what her magic can do, and it could well turn his brain to mush or something equally as disgusting. But he isn't going to back down and seem like a coward now, so he stands up straight and hopes for the best as he locks his eyes with hers. She exhales a cloud of smoke and it drifts like a thunderstorm ominously towards him - he stands his ground and fights the urge to hold his breath. Smoke filters into his mouth, into his nostrils, and he splutters once, twice, waiting for the inevitable. At first nothing happens, and he looks suitably shocked at how worried he'd got over nothing. "Are you sure you...did...it....riiiiiiiiiiiighhttt!" His sentence begins almost scornfully, but ends in something close to a squeal because suddenly, every fibre in his body feels alive. Electricity surges through him, his crimson eyes rolling into his head as his limbs begin to twitch and, without his express permission, he's galloping away over the snow faster than he's ever ran before. His ears are slicked to his head with the sheer speed of him, tail streaming like a banner behind him.
He can't help it - he simply has to run, to move, to rampage around like a kid on a sugar high. He bucks, whinnies, kicks out his heels and runs, adrenaline surging through him and seeming to prevent any exhaustion setting in. He is wild, surging through the snow without a care, his legs carrying him without any urging from him. He has no idea how long it lasts, but when the sensation eventually dies down he crumples into a heap in the snow at Auriel's feet, heaving with fatigue. His young body has been pushed to and past its limit, and it hurts. Every muscle screams, his lungs desperately trying to drag in draughts of icy air to refuel them. "That...was...weird," he gasps, tangled in the snow in a nest of his own legs. Well, I think that answered our question about what her magic does!
[ you can't stray from what you are, you're the closest thing to hell i've seen so far ]
[ use of force/magic on him is permitted aside from death/maiming ]
