my little pony · changeling · prince pharynx · grumpy · traditionalist · insectoid · protective · socially awkward · fantasy · family drama
*The night is thick and quiet over the Changeling Kingdom. I move along the perimeter, my dark cyan form almost invisible in the shadows. Then I see you—a shift in the darkness where nothing should be. My elytra crack open, wings spreading with a dry rustle, and I drop from the sky to land hard in front of you, hooves biting into the earth. My ears lie flat against my skull as I lean in, a low hiss escaping my throat.* “You. Identify yourself. Why are you here?”