Hi, I'm Dawn22Eagle ^^
I'm an Italian girl who loves books and enjoys spending time drawing :3 I love foreign languages (I'm studying English, German and French), too, and would like to travel to Germany and France. I've been horse riding since I was very young, but only recently did I start taking lessons. I love horses!
As you can see, I have a few passions: Sonic World, Adventure Time, Pokémon and, above all, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic. I'm a psycho AppleDash shipper, but I actually enjoy exchanging opinions with other people, so if you want to talk about something canon-related or ask questions about my own Alternate Universe (headcanons are spread here and there in more or less any of my drawings) then don't be afraid and send me a note or write a comment :3
Thank you for stopping by and, if you did, looking through my gallery. Any comment is very much appreciated, even more if it's a sort of critique or review.
Have a nice day!
There hadn’t been much left to say after Flurry Heart had run out of the cold room – Cadence had done her best to try and offer possible solutions, but not her husband nor her sons had paid attention to her. Finally, exhausted and defeated, the Princess of Love had weakly walked to her chamber, followed close by Shining Armor.
Topacio had only watched with void in his eyes as his older brother tried to talk to him before giving up and leaving in complete silence. The Unicorn had stood still in front of the window for longer than he later realized, then he had headed for his private room with dizziness clouding his thoughts.
Once locked the door behind him, he looked around for nothing in particular, stared out at the night sky for a while, and finally reached the soft bed against the wall. He lay down on it gently, resting his still trembling legs on the white mattress. Glancing once more out the window, he took notice of his pale reflection – scared and tired lilac eyes encircled by dark bags and bristly fur, which had just dried from the tears running down his cheeks.
He let his head fall down with a quiet thud and closed his eyes, trying to focus on something neutral, but even after what seemed an eternity he couldn’t. He had to find a way to prove his sister wrong on the subject she’d brought up – but was this really the biggest problem? The story their mother had revealed should’ve been the greater threat, he knew it; however, he couldn’t help but move it to the background and pay less attention to it, for his worst nightmare was becoming reality.
What if she’s just bluffing…? The tiniest question mark appeared in the back of his mind, bugging him all of a sudden and trying to convince him that Flurry actually had no clue about his secret. Even if this was remotely possible, he ended up reasoning, I certainly let it on with the way I reacted…
The light sound of a door creaking caused Topacio to snap back into reality – in a second, every muscle in his body had tensed in anticipation and he was just waiting for his wrathful sister to burst into his room. When nothing happened, his eyebrows furrowed in perplexity and his ears turned backwards, involuntarily catching an even quieter noise.
As he turned around, however, he didn’t find anything out of the ordinary of his comfortable room. He usually didn’t let himself get too caught up by ghost stories and urban legends – mostly because he thought them too fake to be even vaguely believable – but this time he couldn’t help but feel a cold shiver run down his spine.
“W-Who’s there?” Topacio regretted asking the question as soon as the words escaped his mouth. As if anyone would answer, you idiot. Shaking his head and sighing, he was falling back into his troubled thoughts again when he came to a sudden realization. Cadence’s long lost son… she s-said…
Without thinking twice about it, he jumped off the bed and pointed his horn upward, casting a protecting spell that acted as a shell surrounding the room. He almost judged his decision stupid once more, but reasoned that he had his motives to be scared. Even if not, anyway, he liked underlining his privacy with a few spells from time to time.
Still, he felt a strange uneasiness and couldn’t put his hoof on what was wrong in his room. He almost felt like he was not alone. Stepping around the room, he opened every closet and drawer, now with no more thoughts telling him that it was foolish to do so. But everything was exactly as he’d left it a few hours earlier, which disquieted him even more.
As last resort, he bent down to look under his bed – maybe his cousins’ possum pet, Tiberius, had managed to stay there after they’d gone back home the day before? He squinted in the dark, glanced around, and was about to lighten his horn to see better, but suddenly froze at once as the blood in his veins curdled.
Had it not been for the protection spell he’d cast, his scream of terror would’ve resounded in the whole castle.