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10-31-2016, 09:51 AM
Esinakh, truly never far from her brother’s shadow, slipped up beside him and their dam. Though her weight pushed against brother calf and her ears tilted towards mother’s drawl, her pale gaze was trained warily on sister Oizys. The wingless sibling was severe, outspoken, and (at times) cruel. So the neurotic-prone filly had learned (even more) caution around her. Mother and brother were good buffers, but the gargoyle princess was a freight-train of pure will at times. White-marked lips trembled with uncertainty as her pale gaze shifted from the harsh sibling to the strange, horned creature that oozed shadows. Her pale eyes were stained red by the Blood Fall’s glow—a fact that would have had the calf thrashing in distress, had she been able to see her reflection in that moment.
It was Arakh’s simple word that finally coaxes the young calf to mimic him (who had, in turn, mimicked their dam), “Treat.” Her voice was a quiet whisper, hesitant and easily lost amid the other’s requests.
It was Arakh’s simple word that finally coaxes the young calf to mimic him (who had, in turn, mimicked their dam), “Treat.” Her voice was a quiet whisper, hesitant and easily lost amid the other’s requests.
Esinakh chooses TREAT.
Please tag Esinakh.
