No. Oh no. No no no NO! This could not be happening right now?! Mother, here. Alright, not ideal when talking to a girl, but frankly he was just happy to see her. Mom loved meeting him and Raul's friends, and usually had good stories to tell. She wasn't the problem. He hadn't seen the transformation, hasn't heard the roaring high above the sea. Didn't need to. His mother had described the black and white stallion frequently enough, and besides: they shared one fiery orange eye. The silver one he knew well enough from his own twin's face. Actually... Raul and this painted man shared quite a few features, and he could see that his brother would be growing into a good copy of their father's build.
His body curved slightly, putting himself between Venus and this all too familiar stranger. "Mom..." his voice was thin and uncertain. Mom looked weird, her face caught in her "politician's mask", with fear and hope leaking out the edges. Well, this was just not how today was supposed to go at all. The breath in his chest felt sharp and hot, pricking the skin of his throat as it moved in and out. There was mother, being her neutral, diplomatic self. He'd say she wasn't talking sides, except she was. Her shoulder brushed against Castile's unthinkingly, her eyes would cut between them all, lingering on the imposing stallion when she thought no one was watching her.
His mother. His. The pale two year old walked up to his sire. Translucent tongues of flame whispered along the edges of his jaw, blending into the blue and white of his coat. Four a moment he just looked Castile over, ignoring the polite 'hello' he'd been offered. He wasn't feeling polite. There was a smell that had come with him. It was the same as he'd caught with Drustan one day, but much stronger. The same warning rang in his head. Danger! Danger!
A rumbling growl rolled through him, the pain in his jaw returning. Pinkish lips peeled back, revealing the jagged, cutting teeth now lining his maw. Tana was fading, and the coiling infant serpent deep within him longed to be born. "Hello, Dad. Long time, no ssssee." The words grated against his vocal chords, wanting to come out as a violent roar.
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Sabra took a step back from where she had been subconsciously pressed back to Castile's side, horrified at the sudden change in her normally sweet tempered son. His face was twisted into a vicious mask, eyes gone slit-pupiled. She could see his muscles trembling and jumping beneath the milky expanse of his skin. He stood just shorter than Cas, with an extra hand of pure attitude. This... may have been a bad idea. Yup. Bad idea. She should have warned the boys before hand. Fuck.
"Sweetheart, you may want to come with me. This could get unpleasant." She called over to the unknown girl. There would be no getting through to her boy while he was in this state, and she suspected he may feel a touch of guilt if he succeeded in shredding things girl in the meantime. Best to get them both someplace safe.
@[Castile] @[Venus]