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Tomorrow is a hope. Never a promise.
Black-rimmed ears quiver, nerves strung suspiciously tight for the dark princeling, at the cacophony of noise that spattered through the air. He was lonely, but not alone. For he had followed his ivory-draped sister from their rapidly cooling herdland. Where she went, he did not know; but she seemed to move with a purpose.
A purpose she had not shared with him.
His ears tilted back, against the smoking purr of the branch-bound serval that apparated from limb to limb. But the colt had smokey, ashen magic of his own. And he had eyes only for his twin. This apparition of the gods did not hold a flicker to Kianzo’s main focus.
His eyes burned as he hung back from those that assembled; remained in the cover of trees that surrounded the Rotunda—and he did not even inspect the old, crumbling stones. No, he only studied his other half, graced with a white vulture. His own companion sat, equally still, at his black hindlimbs. Her similarly intent gaze, however, was on the serval. Keusi licked her jowls, before her lips parted as she fully scented the breeze, fleshy pink tongue lolled out.
”I would ask to be useful. To have a propose. To be more like my brother.”
The dark prince stiffened, head rising and ears pinning against his gilded neck. His eyes sparked with intensity, burning at his sister. She thought she wasn’t useful? She thought she didn’t have a purpose?
She was his purpose. Together, they were one. Never one without the other.
Even Keusi’s powerful jaws clamped close, hungry eyes leaving the serval as she looked at her dark prince, drawn by the powerful flow of emotion that was coming through their bond. It was unlike anything she had felt from him before.
It was a drop of humility. Was it he that made his sister feel this way? He remained still for a few, long moments. And then he broke his tension, fluidly walking up beside his mirrored half, pushing his shoulder solidly into hers, but remaining uncharacteristically silent.
A purpose she had not shared with him.
His ears tilted back, against the smoking purr of the branch-bound serval that apparated from limb to limb. But the colt had smokey, ashen magic of his own. And he had eyes only for his twin. This apparition of the gods did not hold a flicker to Kianzo’s main focus.
His eyes burned as he hung back from those that assembled; remained in the cover of trees that surrounded the Rotunda—and he did not even inspect the old, crumbling stones. No, he only studied his other half, graced with a white vulture. His own companion sat, equally still, at his black hindlimbs. Her similarly intent gaze, however, was on the serval. Keusi licked her jowls, before her lips parted as she fully scented the breeze, fleshy pink tongue lolled out.
”I would ask to be useful. To have a propose. To be more like my brother.”
The dark prince stiffened, head rising and ears pinning against his gilded neck. His eyes sparked with intensity, burning at his sister. She thought she wasn’t useful? She thought she didn’t have a purpose?
She was his purpose. Together, they were one. Never one without the other.
Even Keusi’s powerful jaws clamped close, hungry eyes leaving the serval as she looked at her dark prince, drawn by the powerful flow of emotion that was coming through their bond. It was unlike anything she had felt from him before.
It was a drop of humility. Was it he that made his sister feel this way? He remained still for a few, long moments. And then he broke his tension, fluidly walking up beside his mirrored half, pushing his shoulder solidly into hers, but remaining uncharacteristically silent.
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