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06-19-2012, 11:35 AM
As the two foals played, Jackal huffed sadly, remembering the time he was as small and delicate as they were. It had been a different time then, when his home was still whole and complete and the dead had not risen from their graves as black shades. His parents were whole and complete, too, and he could almost feel the cool tide swirling about his hooves, the cry of seabirds overhead. He wondered what happened to those poor birds. Were they slain too? Like countless of his kin?
They noticed him, tall and robust and red compared to these children still suckling on their mother's tit. His stomach twisted as he remembered the comforting warmth of his mother when he hid behind her, he too a timid dun newborn, not yet off his mother's tit. The yearling smiled gently, almost sadly, as the golden colt bristled when he approached the two babes, though the boy simmered noticeably when he greeted the filly. "I'm Jackal." the appaloosa said, watching the chestnut with inquiring grey eyes.
Cirrus asked about his bronze and the dun's face lit up. He smiled, genuinely this time, and focused on the slumbering dragon, attempting pull the strings of their bond to rouse him. He felt a faint quivering; the dragon stirred drowsily. "He's coming."
Soaring sleepily from the tree, a flash of bronze zipped over tall grass and thistle, over the lazy whitewater creek and over sprawling red oak. When he saw the two children and his spotted companion, the bronze circled overhead, a vulture with a carcass, leathery wings gliding effortlessly over a warm summer gale. Slowly, the metallic dragon spiraled downwards onto the colt's broad back, cooing quietly as he noticed the familiar blue filly.
Jack's ears twisted back as he felt the weight of the bronze. "This is Dei." he said to the other colt with pride, flicking his thick red tail.
They noticed him, tall and robust and red compared to these children still suckling on their mother's tit. His stomach twisted as he remembered the comforting warmth of his mother when he hid behind her, he too a timid dun newborn, not yet off his mother's tit. The yearling smiled gently, almost sadly, as the golden colt bristled when he approached the two babes, though the boy simmered noticeably when he greeted the filly. "I'm Jackal." the appaloosa said, watching the chestnut with inquiring grey eyes.
Cirrus asked about his bronze and the dun's face lit up. He smiled, genuinely this time, and focused on the slumbering dragon, attempting pull the strings of their bond to rouse him. He felt a faint quivering; the dragon stirred drowsily. "He's coming."
Soaring sleepily from the tree, a flash of bronze zipped over tall grass and thistle, over the lazy whitewater creek and over sprawling red oak. When he saw the two children and his spotted companion, the bronze circled overhead, a vulture with a carcass, leathery wings gliding effortlessly over a warm summer gale. Slowly, the metallic dragon spiraled downwards onto the colt's broad back, cooing quietly as he noticed the familiar blue filly.
Jack's ears twisted back as he felt the weight of the bronze. "This is Dei." he said to the other colt with pride, flicking his thick red tail.
