Crucis
As the young mare lifts her head, her ears perk up as she hears the words of the twins. Sensing their presence, she feels a sense of curiosity about who they are and what they want. The male horse, standing protectively in front of the filly, sniffs the air, trying to catch a scent of the strangers.
Crucis, with her shimmering purple coat, stands tall and proud, almost as if her markings are alive and flickering against her body. Her nostrils flare slightly as she takes in the scent of the twin horses, her ears perked up and alert. The flames that had danced against the larger of the two now completely engulf the duo, making them look as if they are swirling and twirling against their red coats. Crucis has never seen fire on a horse before, let alone in such a magnificent and mesmerizing way.
Feeling the heat emanating from the twin horses, Crucis takes a step back, spreading her wings and allowing the constellations to dance in her feathers, matching up with the rest of her body flawlessly, like pieces of a puzzle. Fire is what they all have in common, the same fire that fuels the twinkling orbs above and is a part of her being. It's as if their souls are all connected by this elemental force.
She lowers her head slightly, showing that she is not a threat, just a stranger. However, she wants to make it clear that she is not one to be trifled with, should they get on her bad side. Looking at the twins up and down, she takes a deep breath and confidently introduces herself. "My name is Crucis," she says, her voice strong and clear
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