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07-26-2012, 09:47 PM
Little defective colt balks as his blind brother approaches, greeted first by the horrific sight of the torn and scarred eye. His hide twitches beneath Casimir's gentle touch, his gaze flies wildly and desperately towards his mother. He should know better than to expect that she will lead him to safety, just as he should know better than to shy away from his brother. The hot breath of the blind ghost soon shifts from a threat to a comfort, and he lifts his own nose up to greet his mother's great disappointment. Well, the first of them, anyway. The second unicorn of his family speaks calmly, his voice soothing and seeming to dull the overwhelming sense of death. He lets his weak eyes focus on the roan, and attempts to lift himself up from the earth, but slips in the thick puddle of blood. The sick substance splashes up and nearly blinds him, but he remains silent. He knows, somewhere deep within himself, instinctively, that to make a sound of complaint in the presence of his mother would be a foolish act indeed. The massive black stallion who he will later learn to call Vincent approaches with a heavy stride, but somehow manages to make it a nervous one. Even with his new eyes the colt can see the shocking resemblance between Vincent and Archibald- though at such a time, he's far from capable of being shocked by anything. He feels no emotion, nothing but a sense of cold in his heart and fading heat pooling around his legs. He watches with strange and twisted interest as the body of the Sentinel is further defiled and the bridle is torn from his bloody features. He feels it hit his face suddenly, and fails to control the instinctive cry. He makes a noise almost like a high pitched bray, and stands firmly, shaking his head with shut eyes to rid himself of the thing. Perhaps something within him knows it will bring him nothing but trouble. His older brother's grip, firm and strong, pulls the bridle over the last bit of his face, and there it hangs, ill-fitting, a bright, contrasting white that glows a faint green at the touch of his skin. He feels strong- he does not realize the significance of the leather wrapped around his nose and neck. The colt turns and looks up at his mother with the cold blue gray eyes of his parents. He looks with nothing but sheer respect in his gaze. |
