Rainforest Cliffs
07-21-2017, 07:07 PM
He never liked being left. The colt had woken from his small doze to see Da heading off. The pale ears fall back. Where was he going? Da rarely went off so early. The colt looked back at the sleeping dark stag and family, his mind moving through his choices. It wasn’t a terribly hard one to make. The pale colt scurried up and slipped out into the forest.
Though he had not a drop of Kaos’s blood on him, the mutations of the colt, flaming on his back did grow hotter, and wilder, pulled like to a draft of air. The colt doesn’t have much time to process the change though as he slips through the world following his father’s tracks. That was a new skill, and one the colt was particularly good at. He could already follow a small hare through the woods. That wasn’t the problem. It was when the hair skipped through a bush and he had to go around and find it again that was the problem. He didn’t want to set any more bushes on fire.
He rounded the outskirts of some meeting, careful to try and not attract attention. Da would be proud of that, but he might not be happy to know his son followed him. So the colt kept low. He knew many here. Gwyn. Castiella. Gabriel. And others. But he did not approach. If he started to play he might be noticed. So he hung back, burning in the back and watching. This Kiasomoa…that is who Da cursed the name of, the one who brought them here…who destroyed Helovia… A shiver ran down his spine even given his flames. The colt listened…and wondered, this didn’t sound like a tyrant? Unsure and unknowing what he really meant the colt kept quite, listening. Though maybe not watching and listening for the same reasons, he was indeed the gold’s son.
Though he had not a drop of Kaos’s blood on him, the mutations of the colt, flaming on his back did grow hotter, and wilder, pulled like to a draft of air. The colt doesn’t have much time to process the change though as he slips through the world following his father’s tracks. That was a new skill, and one the colt was particularly good at. He could already follow a small hare through the woods. That wasn’t the problem. It was when the hair skipped through a bush and he had to go around and find it again that was the problem. He didn’t want to set any more bushes on fire.
He rounded the outskirts of some meeting, careful to try and not attract attention. Da would be proud of that, but he might not be happy to know his son followed him. So the colt kept low. He knew many here. Gwyn. Castiella. Gabriel. And others. But he did not approach. If he started to play he might be noticed. So he hung back, burning in the back and watching. This Kiasomoa…that is who Da cursed the name of, the one who brought them here…who destroyed Helovia… A shiver ran down his spine even given his flames. The colt listened…and wondered, this didn’t sound like a tyrant? Unsure and unknowing what he really meant the colt kept quite, listening. Though maybe not watching and listening for the same reasons, he was indeed the gold’s son.
