Winter Maze

[OPEN] Winter Maze

Albrecht Posts: 249

Aurora Basin Impersonator atk: 6 | def: 8.5 | dam: 2.5

Stallion :: Unicorn :: 17.1hh :: 19 (Orangemoon) HP: 60 | Buff: NOVICE

Strom :: Suma Ball Python :: None Townsen

11-14-2016, 08:04 AM

Albrecht

Skittish, he thinks a little critically, but then all newborns are - and they should be really. It's instinct. It's what keeps them alive in unfamiliar circumstances and when deprived of the essential protection and guidance of a mother. He watches the boy jerk in surprise, then right himself and shake off a sprinkling of white flakes from his downy coat. Two sets of emerald eyes stare into each other, both curious. Then the older smirks. "Oh, I'm fantastic." He answers the boy, his tone of bitter sarcasm softened several shades from its usual. "And that," He tucks his nose slightly to gesture at the unseen creature inside the scarf. "Is a very disgruntled noodle." The offended noodle wriggles in protest, both at having suddenly been bestowed such an inglorious nickname and at the general circumstances of its bestowing.

The python jealously despises the youth for his easy command of the elders affection. It's not as if the boy elicits any overt displays of affection or sudden affirmations of love, but for the old stallion with the barbed tongue and shriveled heart a mere absence of malice is just as good. He heaves a tiny sigh, tightening his coils until he's locked in a self pitying sort of hug and the genuine hurt radiating from his tiny mind draws the stallions muzzle back down. He nudges gently at the bundle against his chest, an overtone of almost-apology reaching out through their shared bond. He's my son, Strom. He tries to explain. Maybe the last. But to the boy he says, "He doesn't like the cold, and neither do pointy old men."

He's taken on an easy half-smile while talking to the colt, but the way he says Mama, turns the corners of his mouth downward again. He wonders exactly how long the boy has been alone, and whether he should worry about things like dehydration and hunger. He doesn't appear to be shivering at least. "Did she come out here with you?" He asks more gently, noting the way the boy seemed to shrink away before. He lowers his head invitingly, his auburn beard brushing the snow at his feet. "Maybe she's gone home to look for you. Do you know the way?"

"Alby talks" 'Strom talks'
OOC // @Saoirse

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