He followed the pull once more as it lead him from his sandy home. He was headed West this time moving at a steady ground eating canter. His young body was making it's finally transformation from awkward useless foal to a strong stallion. He smiled softly as he thought of the power his body would hold one day. It wavered slightly as he thought of his uncertain future. If he followed in his father's hoof prints he would be a warrior tried and true, but if he followed his mother he would be a worthless wanderer. Neither sounded that amazing to him though. He was much to large to be stealthy, but he feared being shunned for what his heart called for. Shoving the thoughts away he pushed his thick legs faster.

The scents of horses caught his attention as he reached the Deep Forest and he slowed. When he reached them the stallion looked at the others curiously for a moment before he spotted what was going on. He stepped forward looking at what was going on. It didn't take the young man long to realize what needed to be done, but how? He stepped up next to his massive father and felt helpless. A strange burning sensation started in his chest and spread out growing with intensity. He felt like he couldn't breath and he clenched his eyes shut tight.

When the pain ended and he could move again the stallion opened his mix matched eyes and realized he had shrunk! Panic was the first thing that crossed his mind, but he shoved it back. His mouth opened to speak, but it wasn't his horse mouth. A beak clacked shut instead. He turned his head to look at his feathered body. His eyes widened and he looked up at his father in amazement. He had magic! Had it had been there all along, he could tell that now that he had tapped into it. He couldn't wait to try out flying, but now he would have to deal with the hungry spiders. Hopping forward he opened his wings for balance.

He set his sights on the mound and it's opening. His clawed feet scrapped at the dirt and ant spittle trying to draw more of them out. After that he moved back to see if it had any affect of the tiny bugs. His blue jay head tilted this way and that as he puzzled out his next move. Carefully he shook any ants from his slick bone marked feathers and opened his wings. He allowed them to drag along with ground trying to heard the insects up the dirt mound, while steering clear of his father's magical spiders.

Words
Words;; 451
OOC/Tags;; @Volterra
Prior refusal Wishlist
Seeking an upgrade to his magic: :: [ Magic: DarkxEarth ]:: Can shift into a blue dragon or a Blue Jay always keeps his eye color
-- Restrictions :: Can only transform once in battle