The night almost appears to hold its breath as agony turns to a sudden quiet. Dark red embers of light lurk around the colt, sniffing and swirling as if unsure if the tiny frail creature were friend or foe. Unsure herself, Astarael's nose scrunched at the scent of him - he was warm and damp and too small. A mark of his site. Lying prone upon the leaf littered ground the mare pulled her legs back underneath her and sprung upright. Dirt and dried twigs clung to her mane and she shook them free, watching as they fell to the ground. Looming above him she was startled once again by his frailty. She was relieved to see the colt's nose bare of the ghastly red bulb that had deformed his father's. A soft flickering, instead, caught her attention as his tongue tickled the curves of her ankles. Her eyes narrowed upon him, her ears turned forward.
How...abnormal. The word fell from her lips with an uncommon ease, her mouth liking the taste of it. He blinked up at her, almost expectantly and she quickly realized that he needed a name.
During the whole of her time carrying him within her, she hadnt considered the reality that she would have to call him something. Her head tilted thoughtfully as her emerald gaze caught the nearly black of his own. Outwardly he appeared almost normal, but she knew that looks were often recieving. Only time would tell the gifts he held hidden within.
Come now, Abnormal. She bade, his name coming to her almost naturally. It is time for you to stand now, boy.
Although of her own blood she would not tolerate weakness. He was to be an example to all - darkness in its truest form. A Sylvan through and through.
@[Abnormal]