Rein

no living man could find the key
And from that day a very beast was he

The blood spattered colt groaned, rolling over and tucking his head under one of his forelegs. He tried covering his ears and blocking out the sounds, but his efforts were in vain. The incessant sounds of splashing and giggling, which normally would have been intriguing enough for him to investigate, only annoyed him as he tried to nap.

He sat up abruptly, his brow furrowed and a frown etched into his little, golden lips. There were now two horses making the noises. His irritation simmered once he saw them, however. They had wings. He had met so few who were adorned with feathers, their presence was always interesting. The girl was especially intriguing, becoming the main reason for the disappearance of his anger. She seemed young, and happy, and oh, Rein couldn't be mad at her for reveling in sunbeams and the chill of a summer stream.

The colt lowered his head and let his expression relax. He simply watched them, making no plans to join them till he saw a familiar black and white figure flanked by deer, blood splattered as he was, approach the pegasi. Dad? The boy flicked his ears forward, and watched the group with surprise. His father seemed well acquainted with all who had gathered. Even the hybrid who joined moments later didn't treat the Clovenheart as a stranger.

He felt drawn from his resting place, but stayed rooted once he saw a pale figure's glare cast at his father. The boy's ears pinned, his brow furrowed, fighting the urge to tell the man to bug off. Although the stranger's hostility was over the presence of the filly, his phrasing attacked Ashamin's judgment. And Rein knew none with better judgment than his father.

He felt no hesitation. The boy scrambled to cut his left foreleg harshly on the ground, using a rock he kept near so often. He winced, struggling not to cry out as his scabbed flesh ripped apart once again. He sprang from his place, bounding with a slight limp defensively to the side of the Clovenheart. "I assure you that we, children, can take care of ourselves," the blood spattered colt stated firmly, drawing the blood that pooled from his leg into his mouth, into a sword, into a threat.

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uhm rein says don't fuck w his fam @Seanan x)
also (in case it's not clear above..bc I feel like it kinda isn't..) rein has magic to make his blood into a sword and that's what he's doing!