my heart is violent because it learned how to bleed at a young age
when it is hungry I feed it with shaking hands.
when it is hungry I feed it with shaking hands.
Today he has finally convinced his mother to let him play without her standing over him. His grin almost doesn’t fit across his handsome face as he rushes from her side, sparing only a few seconds to kiss her goodbye. Although Ophanim has not taught him to fly and his wings are certainly not large enough to lift him yet, the little black and gold appendages spread wide as they begin to learn their strength. Stars glimmer and gleam across the ink-black splashes across his body while the gold shines in the light of the winter sun but Malone doesn’t seem to appreciate how beautiful he is. To him, he is just a blend between his parents.
His small hooves carry him quickly to the heart of Loess while he skims across the minds of those around him. The boy flips through their thoughts like a rolodex in search of anything that might interest him for the time being. Occasionally, he touches back to his mother’s mind – the easiest for him to find – to make sure she isn’t trying to call him home just yet.
His eyes are dark blue with paler freckles across his irises, complete with black sclera to make the stare seem more intense than it really is. Malone’s stare spots another little boy like him but his gold is accompanied with pristine white. He briefly slows to a stop when he spots him and his thin chest heaves to catch its breath. Maybe this one could be a friend? His smile blossoms once more and he rushes forward, tucking his wings tight to his back as though it might make him more aerodynamic.
Meraxes is a year older and much more filled out than Malone, but rather than envy his brother, he is instead in awe of him. The younger boy skitters around him in a tight circle to observe his sibling, too enthralled to even remember to thumb through his thoughts as his mother had taught him.
Finally, his knobby-kneed legs skid to a halt in front of his brother, a new grin gleefully spread across his face.
“Hi! I’m Malone!” he says eagerly, little legs stepping in place as he tries to contain his excitement. “You look really strong. Can we be friends?”
His small hooves carry him quickly to the heart of Loess while he skims across the minds of those around him. The boy flips through their thoughts like a rolodex in search of anything that might interest him for the time being. Occasionally, he touches back to his mother’s mind – the easiest for him to find – to make sure she isn’t trying to call him home just yet.
His eyes are dark blue with paler freckles across his irises, complete with black sclera to make the stare seem more intense than it really is. Malone’s stare spots another little boy like him but his gold is accompanied with pristine white. He briefly slows to a stop when he spots him and his thin chest heaves to catch its breath. Maybe this one could be a friend? His smile blossoms once more and he rushes forward, tucking his wings tight to his back as though it might make him more aerodynamic.
Meraxes is a year older and much more filled out than Malone, but rather than envy his brother, he is instead in awe of him. The younger boy skitters around him in a tight circle to observe his sibling, too enthralled to even remember to thumb through his thoughts as his mother had taught him.
Finally, his knobby-kneed legs skid to a halt in front of his brother, a new grin gleefully spread across his face.
“Hi! I’m Malone!” he says eagerly, little legs stepping in place as he tries to contain his excitement. “You look really strong. Can we be friends?”
