hello, dear reader, you may know, but i am bellatrix. i have been unknown for the past two years, but hope to make quite an appearance in a theatre near you. you see, my father's father was the great el loco. with the blood that courses through my veins, why waste and let stagnant when much potential may be aroused? my delicate hooves enter the mud-grass, terra seemed to have been left in ruins. i smile. another reason why this land would look good under my rule. set fire to the ashes, and watch a new fire roar.

the filly wanders aimlessly, attractive dappled bay coat shining brightly despite the conditions underfoot. icy eyes wander. she had inherited that penetrating gaze from her grandfather. so much to live up to. the cascading mane wavered on her arched neck, falling back in locks. tail at her cannon flicked. feminine little minx crawled on the otherwise bloodbathed floor known as terra, her luminance an aura of destruction.

"#FFFFFC"