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The springtime sun burns hard against the silver's pelt, a welcome relief from the brisk winds of Frostfall. The snow has melted and grass blossoms under the first rays; it is the light after the darkness. Everywhere she goes, Nyx sees new life. She hears the chirp of hatchlings high in the trees, sees the scuttle of young rodents disappearing into the undergrowth away from Dominus' hunger. Then, of course, there's the foals. Young, fluffy bodies bound through the foliage, fuzzy tails held high, matchstick legs flailing. Concerned mothers watch through expert eyes, their own body language relaxed with the simple succour of motherhood.
It makes the soldier jealous. She doesn't like jealousy - it makes her feel weak - but she can't help it. It's been years since she had a foal, and even though she never thought she was broody, it seems she actually is. Annoyingly. This always happens in spring, when every other mare is either getting laid or bearing the fruits of last year's naughtiness. Back in the day, Nyx had been one of those women - a foal every year, give or take. Her womb is glad of the rest, but her heart isn't. Still, there's no use in dwelling. Strong confident grey woman, don't need no man. She stands with her head down, grazing sedately. Dominus reclines on her back, something he hasn't done in ages. He's simply too big to scramble up her legs like they're trees anymore, not to mention his claws hurt like hell when they hook into her flesh. But today he managed to find a tree stump and used that as a mounting block to clamber onto the ironheart's back, where he now relaxes like a lazy house cat, snoring loudly. A handful of years ago, when he was a fluffy cub, Dominus would have fitted into the hollow between her withers. Now, he takes up her whole back, and he weighs a bloody tonne. Still, she likes the closeness. He's the only man getting on my back anytime soon, she laments with a sardonic snort as she continues her grazing, tail swishing away the flies. "" |
Other characters have permission to use magic/violence against Nyx at any time.
