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10-07-2012, 02:42 AM
A wall of white and black hindered Tamlin’s flight and the voice of his father had him rearrange his stance and stand taller and prouder before the king. He didn’t want to look like a weakling to his father. But Mauja didn’t linger on him, he went passed him after nipping at his little forelock. He went towards Kou! Panic rose within the little colt, he swirled around and he rushed after his alabaster sire.
"Faðir! Ekki fara þarna, hún étur börn! Hún étur bö-!" Tamlin broke off when he came out in the clearing and saw the little dark filly stand up. She was feeding from Kou just like he fed from his mother and Tamlin wasn’t less intelligent then to put two and two together. So that’s how it works! he thought. It’s still scary though. he decided and casted a sideways glance at Mauja. Then he looked at Kou, a bit embarrassed about the whole situation he said with his little voice: "Hi, Kou." and then he turned to the foal again. Carefully the little prince walked closer. He was mesmerized by the little filly, she was the cutest thing he’d ever seen! Slowly, slowly he extended his muzzle to sniff at her, but just as he almost reached her she made a sudden sound and milk spurted from her maw. Tamlin was so caught off guard that he jumped high and scrambled back to hide behind Mauja’s spotted body. He peaked out behind his sire and his eyes grew sad when he saw the filly. She seemed scared and she was coughing something awful. "Faðir, hvað er rangt við hana?" he asked and looked at Mauja like he wanted him to do something about the little girl’s plight. |
he sows in bloodPermission to use violence and magic against Tamlin at all times granted
