long live the car crash hearts
L E N O R E

The autumn sun was a vile demon that the small filly didn't particularly care for. Although clouds would come and whisk the sharp embers of light from the air, it wasn't enough to cool the heat that was dying down - slowly, this year. The air was thick it seemed with heat, something the foal hadn't come to appreciate. A growl, something that sounded more frustrated than threatening anyway, escaped the labrums of the filly, filling this thick air with the premature sound that had to force its way to the wind, where it was then whisked off into whatever land it was that the sound carried off to. The small creek that wound through the gathering lands was just wide enough to have trouble passing, and just shallow enough to wade through. This, Lenore used to her advantage, having first sized up the stony, clear ground of the waterbed before executing a quick, awkward jump into the water, spraying whatever was closest to her - which happened to be the shore - with the cool water. "One, two, one, two." The filly chanted childishly to herself as she walked through the water - lifting each foreleg as high as it would go to increase the splash as it went down. A slight giggle errupted from her throat, only to be killed as the filly fell over. Her side hit the water first, and then she sank rather awkwardly. Though this had all been planned, and a deep breath was held tight in her lungs. Lids parted under the layer of cool water, revealing the small fish of the creek. Excited, she jumped to her feet, reaching her small head above the water for another breath.

"Fish, hehe," The small paramour giggled, watching them swim hastily away from her. Despite her dedication to Hell, the filly was as many fillies were - innocent. Though this behavior only masked the true personality that would inevitably rear its ugly head one day, as it did to all foals. Some developed their adult personalities early in life, many realized the threat of the real world as they matured, and select few never lost the innocence to begin with. Humming sweetly enough to herself, she chased - with much difficulty - after the escaping fish, catching one in her sharp teeth. Grinning as it wiggled and squirmed, she tossed it to shore, watching the creature struggle against gravity and anatomy to get back into the water.