Now, let's be clear. Ru'in wasn't a malicious colt. Malicious took intention, deliberation, and investment, and the mutated boy simply did not extend that amount of interest to anyone except his sister, and for her, he held only admiration. And so what was about to come, was purely academic in nature. Any discomfort, discord, or disapproval from those around, was merely the outcome.

It was the effect the mutant boy was interested in.

Ru'in had discovered, through a fair amount of trial and error, that there was magic in him. He had hidden this from Romina, for fear of disappointing her with his error. After all, it might just be something that everyone could do, and he wouldn't waste her time on the mundane, for she was so very high above such things. But Ru'in? Ru'in had all the time in the world to test and experiment. His time was not valuable.

And so, crouched behind a bush, Ru'in began.

First, he used his magic on a bush quite close. As energy rippled in invisible tendrils away from his body, the leaves began to sway. They moved in accordance with the physics that controlled the world around him. Good, he thought to himself, viewing the 'controlled' subject with satisfaction before turning his bi-coloured gaze to the filly with her legs in the air.

Another boy, one with a mind very different from Ru'in's, might have appreciate the length of her legs, her fetching gold markings, and the delightful cadence of her voice. Ru'in on the other hand, who had eyes only for his twin (incestuous as that might be, and would indeed likely prove to be), saw her only as a variable to be manipulated. With a focused gaze, one tan and one milky white eye steadily focused on her golden failing limbs, as he expelled a breath of magic. His magic wafted forward, seeking to shove her ripe and youthful body from its position, and knocking her onto her side. It would be as if a strong gale had hit her, but really it was pure energy. If the ground wasn't there to stop her, she might have spun around and around.

Eagerly the boy waited to see what would happen. Would it work? Would she fall as he assumed - nay, hypothesized - that she might?

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In his youthful ignorance, Ru'in was caught off guard. Let's rewind and see why.

First, he exhaled a draft of invisible force that seemed to catch upon the young filly's body and send her toppling over. This in turn brought a smile to the mutants lips. He hadn't really done anything, at least, not really. If anything, he had merely converted the potential energy inside of her body, to kinetic. No harm in that? A little adjustment of the natural physics that held her atoms together. And yet ..

yet-

her small body had toppled and that had filled him with immense satisfaction. So- he thought to himself, it works-

but then they were stomping over.

Stomping towards him.

He heard their inquiring voices, cajoling and encouraging their closely matched bodies to investigate. At first he thought himself safe. He was large, yes, but obscured behind this bush and-

-and they were headed right for him.

But how? How did they know? The mutant boy did not have time to think up an answer. He had deduced the outcome of his experiment, and now what he needed was to ensure the secrecy of his work. With a small grunt to himself, the mutant child clothed in the skin of a much older boy, opened his jaws wide and began to munch on the bush. He wasn't hungry, but given his tusks, he was only capable of eating that which he would grasp horizontally, or that which was tall enough vertically to pass his tusks.

"omphx omphx omphx" came a sound from deep in his throat as he chewed mouth after mouthful . One milky and one tan eye leveled to meet the one who invaded his meal with an amicable enough stare. "Yahrr" the boy greeted, his voice unsettling low for one so young as he .. though he was deceptively big for his age..

and then, with all the tact of one who is innocent, he fell silent, waiting for one of the twins to speak first.

Unsurprisingly, Ru’in would have preferred it if Ashamin hadn’t shown up. This had nothing to do with how he did or didn’t feel towards his sire, and everything to do with the fact that Ru’in simply liked being alone.

Alone where he could conduct his experiments, like this one. What he didn’t need was someone drawing a bunch of attention to his work and making a big deal out of it. Though that was more the girls’ fault that his Father’s. Silently, Ru’in noted that perhaps girls made poor test subjects. So she fell over? What was the big deal. Given how gangly she was, the boy assumed it happened all the time.  

Ru’in said nothing as his Father greeted him. It struck the boy as odd – he knew his own name, why should his father say it? Was there something he was supposed to be reading into that word? A, “I saw you push that girl” or, “Your experiments are neat”, or “I wish I was around more and I’m sorry I’m not so I’m compensating by showing up to fight your battles for you?” None of this occurred to Ru’in, and so instead he merely fixed his strange features with a look of stony annoyance at the two twins before him.

“hwa-at ah stuhpid thing toh sahy.” Ru’in’s voice might have been low and melodic sounding, were it not for the way his lips had to stretch forward to make the sounds, which made it sound more like a growl with far too many h’s included. His tone was clearly condescending and judgemental as he stared at the boy-twin. “Who c-hares what yhour mahthers horn luks lihke.” The boy’s scientific mind was obviously at odds with the assumption of “pretty and straight” being the standard, making his Father’s wilted horn “useless”. Such assumptions were unfounded, and, in this context, worthy of being corrected. Then, thinking of what Roma would say if someone were here criticizing horns for not looking ‘proper’, continued, “C-hlearly horns cohme in diffarent shapes.” The largish boy moved forward, motion with the tusks that protruded from the sides of his face, and although the broken horn that grew from the centre of his forehead. “And yer’ve only ghot wh-one.” He snarled, as if inviting the male twin to allow him the opportunity to demonstrate just how useless abnormal horns could be.

As the girl spoke up, Ru’in shrugged easily. "Yuh luhk like yuh couhld fahl over easy juhst on yer own." Ru'in suggested, looking the girl up and down, but likely not in a manner that a pretty creature like her was used to. Pretty girls like her were used to being looked at in a certain way, certainly not the way Ru'in was looking at her now: inspecting her knees for how knobby and foal-ish they were, looking at the length of her legs in comparison with her body, and all the while running obvious mental calculations about how probable it was that she could have tripped on her own.

Had she? Well, he of course knew that she hadn't.

Was it possible that she had? Of course it was. That was the whole point of this experiment, after all.