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09-01-2016, 06:31 PM
Listen to them, the children of the night;
what music they make.
what music they make.
His eyes narrow on the loving gesture shared between mother and this stallion—between his parents. He thought more of his mother (but did he?) than to so easily take the man that had left them alone for so long. If he was a King, then shouldn’t he have to power to bring them together?
Such a narrow and simplified view of life was foalhood’s gift to the dark princeling. And his dismissal of his newly found father was further solidified by his words: ”Far more importantly, I am your father.” A father who renounced his power as King so readily; yet had not been a father to them since their birth? Bright blue eyes glare for long moments in to his father’s dark, unyielding gaze; his neck arches, his own teeth grit—were the stare not so intense,the similarities between father and son’s stance might have been amusing. But then, the colt glances away from the King’s unblinking gaze. It is the first stare he has yielded to in his young life.
Though he cannot suppress or deny the curiosity that boils in him—a language? A language that he, alone, could share with sister? His eyes alight with possibility as he slips after sister, leaving the cave. (What is mauangu? Already, he wishes that this language belonged to him and his sister). Uncharacteristically, remembering the intensity of that navy stare, he does not question such things. Though he does keep his distance from the Elephant King, not allowing him the loving touch given to Kiada. No, there was no love to be found in the darkling prince. His hyena cub snarled in warning, small pinpoint teeth bared as they passed by the behemoth father.
Both blink in the outside light, even though it is dimming twilight. Two pairs of bright blue eyes train onto Tembovu’s approach—their companions names? “They don’t have names,” was his cold, terse reply. His silence holds for moments longer; he may have yielded beneath the stare but, from the little he had seen thus far of his affection-loving father, his silent distance from the man would do more harm than angry stares.
The dark prince leans into sister, then, for solace against the overwhelming emotions that crawl beneath his silent surface. He wants to return to the dark comfort of he and his sister’s antics. Facing a father’s love was too bright a burden to bear.
Such a narrow and simplified view of life was foalhood’s gift to the dark princeling. And his dismissal of his newly found father was further solidified by his words: ”Far more importantly, I am your father.” A father who renounced his power as King so readily; yet had not been a father to them since their birth? Bright blue eyes glare for long moments in to his father’s dark, unyielding gaze; his neck arches, his own teeth grit—were the stare not so intense,the similarities between father and son’s stance might have been amusing. But then, the colt glances away from the King’s unblinking gaze. It is the first stare he has yielded to in his young life.
Though he cannot suppress or deny the curiosity that boils in him—a language? A language that he, alone, could share with sister? His eyes alight with possibility as he slips after sister, leaving the cave. (What is mauangu? Already, he wishes that this language belonged to him and his sister). Uncharacteristically, remembering the intensity of that navy stare, he does not question such things. Though he does keep his distance from the Elephant King, not allowing him the loving touch given to Kiada. No, there was no love to be found in the darkling prince. His hyena cub snarled in warning, small pinpoint teeth bared as they passed by the behemoth father.
Both blink in the outside light, even though it is dimming twilight. Two pairs of bright blue eyes train onto Tembovu’s approach—their companions names? “They don’t have names,” was his cold, terse reply. His silence holds for moments longer; he may have yielded beneath the stare but, from the little he had seen thus far of his affection-loving father, his silent distance from the man would do more harm than angry stares.
The dark prince leans into sister, then, for solace against the overwhelming emotions that crawl beneath his silent surface. He wants to return to the dark comfort of he and his sister’s antics. Facing a father’s love was too bright a burden to bear.
Kiada & Kianzo
@Rexanna
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