the day is gone, the world spins madly on [march babies]

[Sinner]

go to hell for heaven's sake

All of them stick out like a sore thumb—unique and brightly colored.

He doesn’t sulk and whimper away despite their uniquely array of shiny bright colors like some other foals might. Perhaps some would be jealous the way they look, and come together already making friends.

However, he sees something entirely different here. Something that involves opportunity, but is completely distorted by earthly childish thinking. He is simply narrow-minded, but still intellectual of worlds beyond this that anyone of them would truly know about. His story is already written to, purposed and fashioned by fires of hell.

The dark bay boy pushes forward, pass the bushes he lurked in while they all looked at the brightly colored butterfly with astonishment. “Maybe I should just eat it!” He suggests with a mischief grin growing wide across his dark lips. Eating a butterfly truly didn’t wrap around his mind—the taste might be horrible and rather mushy. Then again, Sinner only fed upon flesh and bones while other foals normally drank their mother’s milk or ate the greenery that grows beneath him.

“It’s ugly anyway,” he comments again. His nutmeg eyes peer at the instinct with colorful wings. “Useless and ugly,” he adds with a soft chuckle.

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