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09-10-2016, 07:27 PM
He is quiet. His legs have grown stronger, and with them his confidence is bolstered and his curiosity magnified, but the world he has known thus far, as short as his knowing is yet, has been sad. His mother, a monolith in his youth, would have cast a shadow regardless, but the one she puts over him now seems heavy. He can't remember a smile, or a laugh, or a night that wasn't met with tears, and so he travels alongside her with his own morose affliction.
She moves and he follows, clinging to the back end of her limbs and the sway of her tail. He weaves in and out, a game to go fast enough or else risk being stepped on, but it's not that hard of a game because of how slow she moves. He must admit, he's pretty impressed that he's already faster than his mom.
She stops suddenly and his haunches and fluff of a tail tuck as he barely eeks out of the way. Appearing from underneath her on her other side, Iskra looks up, noticing all the other horses that have gathered. Shyly he scuttles back under her belly, grabbing a drink as his ears swivel around to all the voices.
Abruptly her voice joins them, a crack unlike any he'd heard before. He freezes beneath her, afraid he'd done something, but she pays him no heed. Like fireflies spark erupt, beautiful and strange. Iskra reaches out for one, and nearly yelps as it sizzles against his plush maw.
He's learned something new already, Ampere's anger is scary.
[hello dead muse! My Ampere posting spree has drained everything x.x]
She moves and he follows, clinging to the back end of her limbs and the sway of her tail. He weaves in and out, a game to go fast enough or else risk being stepped on, but it's not that hard of a game because of how slow she moves. He must admit, he's pretty impressed that he's already faster than his mom.
She stops suddenly and his haunches and fluff of a tail tuck as he barely eeks out of the way. Appearing from underneath her on her other side, Iskra looks up, noticing all the other horses that have gathered. Shyly he scuttles back under her belly, grabbing a drink as his ears swivel around to all the voices.
Abruptly her voice joins them, a crack unlike any he'd heard before. He freezes beneath her, afraid he'd done something, but she pays him no heed. Like fireflies spark erupt, beautiful and strange. Iskra reaches out for one, and nearly yelps as it sizzles against his plush maw.
He's learned something new already, Ampere's anger is scary.
[hello dead muse! My Ampere posting spree has drained everything x.x]
Victory is in my veins
I will not negotiate
I will not negotiate
Iskra
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Magic or force permitted any time, aside from death.
