If I was you, I’d wanna be me too
Yall bitches got nothin’ on me Clary winks as she soars into the field with wings aloft. Quickly she spots a patch of grass in the direct center of a group of horses chit chatting. She lands, but not gracefully. Her hooves sink heavily into the dirt and she falls forward before catching herself. ”Ew” She mutters before sending out emotions of utter admiration to the horses standing near her. Her ears prick at the sounds of compliments soaring from their months. ”Much better.” Instinctually she flicks her mane with an overthrow of her head. She stands tall with wings slightly outstretched taking up an unnecessary amount of space. Not only is she full of herself, but she fully expects everyone to be just as impressed. If they weren’t Clary would make sure that they would begin to feel something- something that was unnatural but curiously believable. As long as Clary loves herself everyone else would be forced to do the same.
The buckskin girl grew up alongside a single mother who often sung songs about her absentee father. Clary always believed her mother when she spoke so highly of her father. Even if she had never met Carnage clearly her awesomeness sprung from someone. Brinley is painfully average, and Clary is painfully not average.
Time ticks by with each second feeling like it has no business passing by without Clary having some sort of suitor begging for her companionship. She lets out a long, melodramatic sigh ”HHHAAAAA---UHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH”. The sounds of her hooves tapping below her exasperated breaths form a rhythm of sorts that would only crease when a gentleman interrupted her.
Clary
feeling sharing daughter of Carnage and Brinley
(sorry ew..I have to figure her out more)