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The filly stands on overly big legs, chest puffed out and head held high as she prances forward, sharp hooves crunching into the light layer of snow. Creamy trendils float next to her, they seem to be dipped in blood- one might see as a frightening sight until if far away. Neat wings tucked into her sides, red constellations shimmering against her inky purple-black hide. Her eyes are jeweled- red, bright red. Though a dash a blue interupts the sea of red. A snort comes from the filly as she bumps into the tree. How dare it get in her way? A cough rips from her throat and leaves her still for a few moments, interupting her prance.
Destry has ventured from her mother- probably too far for her age. But, she is a warrior, she could handle anything. The trees begin to thin and excitement fill the eyes of the small being, the temperature picking up slightly as she blinks in the more direct light. Curious orbs look at the vast landscape that rolls in the slightest, also covered with a dusting of frost and snow in a few places. Destry looks in awe as the sun moves down the sky, and watches it for quite a time marveling at the soft pastel colors that replace the light blue. Another cough- less violent this time. Destry releases her wings from her side, and the tips brush against the ground. In the distance, a sudden blaze takes place, a dot of bright orange against the dreary grey blue of the landscape. They say curiosity killed the cat, and that is sometimes a weak point for the filly. Destry glances back into the forest that leads to the Aurora Basin- where her mother was. Probably looking for me. The thought merely crosses her mind before a smirk fills her face and the thought is cast away. She sets off at a lope, eyes twinkling as she grew nearer and nearer.
As she approaches, the details of the flames become more prominent and a pegasus stands near the flames. She stops, trying to stay silent though she has probably been spotted. Her heart skips a bit as she recognizes the pale palomino coat and tribal fire markings upon the flanks. Flashes of her first moments of life- that where she recognized it from. 'Don't you know what he's done?.... I've seen him do this before.' She had not understood at those moments, but her with her growing education she could kind of connect those together- and with what information her mom had provided her. Her crimson eyes narrow, anger filling her form. "Dad." She says and walks into the light of the flames, red constellations glittering, the purple in her inky black coat standing out more in the light of the flames. Anger bubbled inside her, and it seemed as if static started to produce from her bodice, flashes of red snaking out a foot or so. She marveled at this, distracted momentarily by her new discovery.
She had magic.
ooc: sorry for the rustiness, first official post with her.
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daughter sweet daughter, .b r e a t h e. in [Destry]
