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02-17-2013, 12:35 AM
A lone lynx mother trudged through the Steppe, a single kit frolicking at her side. The mother was young, far younger than a mother should be. Her tired eyes widen as they fall upon a stallion conjuring lightning. She couldn't keep her lone kit safe, so maybe this horse could.
The mother shrugs her amulet off, passing it to her kit. The kit's pale blue eyes, a mutation in the little girl's genes causing the kit to be blind, looked up to her mother sightlessly. The mother shoved her kit towards the horse then ran. Ran as far away as she could.
The horse would take care of her kit. He had to. The kit wailed helplessly, looking for its mother. It was barely minutes old. The amulet was strewn on her back, a gift of thanks from the mother to the stallion. The kit was now his responsibility.
The mother shrugs her amulet off, passing it to her kit. The kit's pale blue eyes, a mutation in the little girl's genes causing the kit to be blind, looked up to her mother sightlessly. The mother shoved her kit towards the horse then ran. Ran as far away as she could.
The horse would take care of her kit. He had to. The kit wailed helplessly, looking for its mother. It was barely minutes old. The amulet was strewn on her back, a gift of thanks from the mother to the stallion. The kit was now his responsibility.
