Blue skies and floating white clouds moved across the sky. It was a lazy Tallsun day, moving the rugged black ebony along. It was hot, and his black skin soaked up all of the heat of the day. He was covered in sweat, but he didn’t mind. He had kept to himself for quite a time, and he wondered if it was best. His whole relationship with Melissa, the mare of the throat, had been an interesting one. Though he felt something new tie down in his heart: guilt. Why did he care? He was a stallion, a very pretty one at that, and he should be able to do what he wanted. But he felt ashamed.

Though he shouldn’t, because his mate, Angora, was doing the same. Maybe she wasn’t having child, but she was still going around flirting. He knew this, and it didn’t bother him. He still loved her, and still wanted to go up to another mare and flirt with her. Maybe this was the type of love they had for each other. It was just about the chase, but at the end of the day nothing else mattered that he loved Angora. But the time spent apart was weighing on him, and he knew he would have to see her soon, and would have to tell her.

The need of flight took him, and he withdrew from his thoughts. Running out of low bearing forest, he could see a cliff ahead, and ran at full speed. Body tensed, and black skin was stretched as he jumped off, muscles working hard to keep the weight of his body in the air. Large golden wings stretched out, panning the air, slicing through it, tickling his feathers as he dove. He moved them again, using the speed he had and going up, flying away from the ground and into the clouds.

He soared for quite some time, and the sun was hotter in the air, but he still wanted to fly. There was something about being on the ground in this moment that was unappealing to him. He wanted to escape his earthly prison, even for but a moment, for nothing lasts forever. Was this what death was like? Suddenly, you aren’t connected to anything anymore, and your soaring, high about everything else, and then you drift away, moving on…he shook himself. This was no something he wanted to think about, he thought he had plenty of years left, and being so young was not the time to think of something so far away.

He suddenly looked down for no reason, and saw something below which interested him. A mare, all alone, was walking, and suddenly lay down. He moved closer, slightly circling, but she wouldn’t notice. The mare was bay, and he knew she looked familiar. She was convulsing, and he watched, floating in mid-air, as Melissa gave birth to his foals. His wings pumped harder to keep his body up for such a long time, and as she was done, he decided to come down and pay her a visit.

The landed a few feet away, and he heard her speak to her newborn foals. He was puzzled. What the hell was she doing? It was something to not have a relationship with your one night stand baby daddy, but it was completely something else to not say “You don’t have a father.” Loki was upset now, and grumpy, and he moved forwards, letting her know he was there.

“And why would you say that? They do indeed have a father, or do you not know who it is?” His words were filled with venom, but he kept himself constrained. There were foals, newborn for that matter, presence, and he didn’t want to completely destroy what they thought of them. “Hello little ones. Colts? How very interesting…so tell me Melissa, what did you end up naming them?”

But wait...one wasn't moving. Did...was it dead? He moved closer toward it, inspecting it. And it was.