She can't remember much of last night, only the thick aroma of sweet milk, and honey suckles cradled with the sweet edge of her mothers vocals. The memory is simply a blur, everything happened so quickly, she doesn't remember her mothers face or rather what her mother looked like, only the scent of honey suckles lingered within her mind. For all she saw was a skeleton, a rather gruesome sight for a newborn child of her intellect, but for her it almost felt natural. For all she could see was the intricate alignment of bones, creating a being, layers of tissue and skin escaped her vision. It felt so natural viewing the world through his peculiar lense of bones creating a magnificent structure that held such complexities that she simply couldn't wrap her mind around.
She's a curious little thing, her mind whirling with the peculiarities of this world, she finds herself exploring every inch of the den, she's aware fo the other children surrounding her, as they all lay dormant, as small piles of bones neatly tucked together. She passes a few her violet gaze eyeing them with such wonder, inspecting every inch of their skeletal bodies, their legs so long, and disproportionate. She didn't even realize that she herself was just like them, long legged and so ever small. Yet she was different, her teeth were much more elongated and sharp, like small needles protruding from her gums, her body is fitted with a peculiar looking formation of bone like structures along her sides, which she can obviously move and extend, yet she doesn't quite know what they are. She's seen the same structure on other foals, and she presumes they're some sort of wing like appendage, but hers are scarcely different in that they are transparent, and the structure mirrors that of a butterfly's wing, adorned with a translucent violet sheen.
She wanders aimlessly, prancing with her long legs, her ebony and iridescent body shimmering in the sunlight as she bounded about playfully. Curious about this new world, and what it has in store for her. Her attention flickering from one thing to another, anything that moves catches her eye, a frog hopping about the pebbles that line a very shallow stream, the fish that dash about within the contents of the water, and as curious as she is she can't help herself. So she plunges her hooves into the water splashing about, the minnows beneath her dart up stream to safety, as the frog she had spotted flees the scene of the splash zone. She releases a sweet laugh as she prances about all by herself, already very independent!
my heart is a weapon of war
Rough starter for this lovely <3