The twins talk and the snake eats, a bulge in his otherwise lithe body appearing as the infantile bat disappears though his extended jaws. The stallions lips relax, falling down to cover his yellow stained teeth as the clamor of discomfort in their shared consciousness dims, warming to something near content. He glances up at the filly then, her measured voice suggesting that he simply tell them what he's capable of, and in a flash of juvenile mimicry, he wonders where the fun would be in that.

The boy jumps yet again on this new chance to emphasize the old stallions age, as if being as old as he is is an embarrassment to the species, a very public personal handicap, which technically speaking it is, making his joints stiff and his muscles weaken, but the benefit of experience can sometimes overrule those pitfalls, as his spar with the young black and gold asshole so recently displayed. He ignores the taunt, but then the colt, who is well on his way to earning his own personal title in the blacks mind, has to push just a little farther. The black scoffs, pinches his brows and looks down at the boy with a mix of irritation and disappointment - mostly irritation.

"Since you're so fixated on my age, you should know I'm no idiot child to be goaded by empty threats and baseless judgments. You might think yourself the superior twin because you can play God to some dust motes," He doesn't know the full extent of the boys ability, but the little shit has flashed his ash animals in the stallions face enough times through this whole exchange for him to make an educated guess. "But it looks like your sister got all the brains in the deal. You're as transparent as the glass walls of the Edge."

Meal safely tucked a quarter of the way down his body, the tiny serpent raises his head from the ground expectantly and the stallion obliges by lowering his own, eyes pinned to the colt and his young, toothy companion for the surge of temper he's positive will come. This time the stallions mental urging of his snake to hurry the fuck up is met with compliance, and the tiny python whips himself up and over the blacks right horn in record time.

The bearded head lifts, distaste clear on his face. "Too bad." He tuts to the colt, but his expression softens some in passing by the filly. He nods once in acknowledgement to her. She at least seems to have inherited some of her mothers grace and intelligence. He turns away from the twins then, willing to bet one free slap on the ass on the fillys tight hold of her brothers leash. He doubts it'll loosen enough to let him act out too harshly on her most recent admirer, but one ear stays bent in the colts direction nonetheless, this own magic held taught around him.



"Alby talks" 'Strom talks'
OOC // @Kiada @Kianzo So this thread has been going for three months. xD I figured it's about time to close it up, but I'm always open for more. :)