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So, Jule Belle did not always have blonde in her hair, it arrived after an epiphany of sorts.

Jule was not born or raised into a loving home. In fact, the simple concept on how it felt to have happiness and safety eluded her completely. Her father - an earth pony named Twisted Whisper - was a cruel and controlling stallion that kept Jule locked away from the rest of the world. He fed her many lies and criticisms as she grew. Saying she was strange and unnatural and insolent, telling her all the horrible reasons why she should never fly and how all she could ever hope to count on in her life was him and how there was nothing better for her out there than this.

Despite all of this, Jule’s spirit was bright and burning like the flames that would start a fire. Though she never questioned her inferiority, believed in her apparent illnesses and grew a severe terror of flying, she always ached somewhere deep within her - past the mask and the wall, down in the dark well of her long forgotten emotions. There was a yearning there, a nameless want for something more than her cage.

Jule’s cutie mark came to her at the age of nine, after a horrible event that ripped away the - already barely holding - veil of youth from her eyes. When the world and all its monsters suddenly became so much easier to see.

Yet, with all these terrible things now facing her, there was also a spark of something much warmer there to greet her. A light in all of the darkness, and an answer she’d never even realized she’d been seeking. In this moment, as she looked up, that little flame in her heart began to blaze, bright like the sunshine itself. The dull maroon of her left eye sparkled with a dazzling array of violet, red, blue, and green - and the locks of her dark raven hair began to fade into strands of a golden sunlight that licked up the darkness like the flames now enveloping her heart.

At this one moment, Jule’s soul seemed to soar, because that ache had finally found its name, and that was the ache for freedom.

And, for the first time since she was just a little babe, she spread her wings up and felt the breeze stroke her fire inside.

Description
Musical Inspiration: [link]

So, Jule Belle did not always have blonde in her hair, it arrived after an epiphany of sorts.

Jule was not born or raised into a loving home. In fact, the simple concept on how it felt to have happiness and safety eluded her completely. Her father - an earth pony named Twisted Whisper - was a cruel and controlling stallion that kept Jule locked away from the rest of the world. He fed her many lies and criticisms as she grew. Saying she was strange and unnatural and insolent, telling her all the horrible reasons why she should never fly and how all she could ever hope to count on in her life was him and how there was nothing better for her out there than this.

Despite all of this, Jule’s spirit was bright and burning like the flames that would start a fire. Though she never questioned her inferiority, believed in her apparent illnesses and grew a severe terror of flying, she always ached somewhere deep within her - past the mask and the wall, down in the dark well of her long forgotten emotions. There was a yearning there, a nameless want for something more than her cage.

Jule’s cutie mark came to her at the age of nine, after a horrible event that ripped away the - already barely holding - veil of youth from her eyes. When the world and all its monsters suddenly became so much easier to see.

Yet, with all these terrible things now facing her, there was also a spark of something much warmer there to greet her. A light in all of the darkness, and an answer she’d never even realized she’d been seeking. In this moment, as she looked up, that little flame in her heart began to blaze, bright like the sunshine itself. The dull maroon of her left eye sparkled with a dazzling array of violet, red, blue, and green - and the locks of her dark raven hair began to fade into strands of a golden sunlight that licked up the darkness like the flames now enveloping her heart.

At this one moment, Jule’s soul seemed to soar, because that ache had finally found its name, and that was the ache for freedom.

And, for the first time since she was just a little babe, she spread her wings up and felt the breeze stroke her fire inside.