shadow play

The colt jumped, his leafen starred head turning to see the on comer. She…He…They were older too, and big, not tall but big. At first, especially given his size, the colt thinks to steps back, perhaps to leave this site all together. It wasn’t exactly a comfortable conversation and not having his father’s sass or his mother’s tact yet, the colt had nothing to combat it. He remembered his Da at the beach, how he ragged the mare, and when she gave him an earful, he did too. But the colt was not the gold, and he also remembered how he’d not enjoyed that conversation. So for now those traits are kept silent. But then the black…unicorn, drops her tongue again. At the curse something else comes over the colt, and his ears fall flat back on his skull. He may be shy, and he may be timid to the coldest of the other mare, but he was not simply that.


Then the big mare…he was pretty sure…he thought. Came straight up to him, head down, like a snake. Something began to grow hot in his chest, something that licked and lashed up his senses. He couldn’t explain it (especially not given that had the other mare said it was hers, he would have left), but it held him solidly in place, rooted to the spot. And when that mare snorted at him, the colt snorted back. He was nice enough to leave someone’s home, but he was not nice enough to let himself be bullied. He possessed enough blood from Ma and Da for that, a trait he didn’t need to be taught.


He was proud enough not to leave, but he wasn’t bold enough (yet) to speak out further. So though he did not move, he also did not speak. The older ones were doing enough for him though. As the crackling, sparking black examines the Pegasus the colt watches with care. The accusation takes him by small surprise, it shows in the tilt of his head and the lifting of one ear. But she’s quick to snap back at him, and the ear returns back. Still…he wondered. Da stole things, Ma too, they told about it in their stories. Was she like them?


Of course, there was one more who needed to have their say. The colt turns his ivory crowned head to look at her as she spoke with a boldness. Though his harks lifted back up to hear it, he liked it. She was brave and spoke out, and for some reason, the pale colt admired her for it, even before he knew another thing about her, so much so, that the corner of his lips lift. But then she does something rather frightful. Blue begins to arch from her back, crack and sizzling with warning of its danger. The small colts body grows rigid, but he doesn’t leave her, merely watches. He after all liked her. He thought…


One hark though does catch the sound of one of the olders..moving closer. The sea eyes glance to her, daring to look from the filly, and see the white and dark Pegasus mare. Wasn’t she annoyed by him earlier? But he doesn’t question it, (though his eyes catch site of the object in question around her neck, its craftsmanship apparent to even he), and turns back to the black and filly. He could show off his magic…. No. That was out of the question. The white flame licked feathers on his back were enough, even for him. He doesn’t want to remain silent though…the filly hadn’t. But he also has nothing to show off either (though he does have some power to back him up, which fuels his small pride). “You don’t have to be rude.” ( or curse his innocent mind still thinks). He spat, but coldly, accusingly, weighed down to a flat tone of bitterness, darker than he had spoken earlier.

@Roskuld