Set
08-25-2015, 02:39 AM
The different. They’ve always intrigued him. The shifters, the magicians, the equus this and that. His father was a nobody who fought his way to the top to become a somebody. A legend perhaps only in Chamber-lore, but a legend nonetheless. Mother, now … He cannot remember a time when he was unnerved by those who could read minds and wield powers beyond his imagination. Surely there was such a time, as Set was not magic-borne but rather earned his particular skills with his own blood and flesh, but time has a way of erasing unimportant memories. Mother, she despised traits and powers, looked on them as weaknesses, crutches. Perhaps the only aspect in life the two had disagreed on.
Vulgaris squints at Set, denying his sister’s existences even as her face flits across Set’s mind’s eye. The piebald grins around a mouthful of grass, chewing and finally swallowing with a low, mocking snot. The serpent-stallion’s expression screws up in well-deserved consternation, seemingly offended by the prying, and Set coughs dryly, bone white teeth suddenly bared in a hyena’s ricocheting laughter. Before he can reply, though, another joins him.
He does not greet her. She will not miss his breach in etiquette. A thirst for power hums within the terrible little creature, her soft buckskin coat in stark contrast to her off-putting façade. Missing eyes, radiating scars – her sightless eyes bespeak of a terrible violence. He watches Vulgaris closely as he turns to look at her, weighing the other’s reaction against what he feels it should be; arrogant through and through. Finally, he shits only just, subtly including the younger mare in their clandestine meeting here, in the meadow. Her bluntness brings a low appreciative laughter bubbling up in his throat. It spills out amongst the three before spreading, the sound drawn tightly around them before dissipating into the cool, night air.
“For one unable to see, you’re fairly observant.” She’s an unattractive little thing, made even more evident by her self-carriage and measure of self-worth, but those are things easily changed. Her tongue is sharp, her wit insurmountable. A worthwhile trinket … perhaps more? Slowly he feeds her sensory from her surroundings, painting a picture of what she would see had – Flamevein, was it? – not left her with two empty sockets. “I am Set,” he says simply, shoulders rolling in feigned nonchalance.
Vulgaris squints at Set, denying his sister’s existences even as her face flits across Set’s mind’s eye. The piebald grins around a mouthful of grass, chewing and finally swallowing with a low, mocking snot. The serpent-stallion’s expression screws up in well-deserved consternation, seemingly offended by the prying, and Set coughs dryly, bone white teeth suddenly bared in a hyena’s ricocheting laughter. Before he can reply, though, another joins him.
He does not greet her. She will not miss his breach in etiquette. A thirst for power hums within the terrible little creature, her soft buckskin coat in stark contrast to her off-putting façade. Missing eyes, radiating scars – her sightless eyes bespeak of a terrible violence. He watches Vulgaris closely as he turns to look at her, weighing the other’s reaction against what he feels it should be; arrogant through and through. Finally, he shits only just, subtly including the younger mare in their clandestine meeting here, in the meadow. Her bluntness brings a low appreciative laughter bubbling up in his throat. It spills out amongst the three before spreading, the sound drawn tightly around them before dissipating into the cool, night air.
“For one unable to see, you’re fairly observant.” She’s an unattractive little thing, made even more evident by her self-carriage and measure of self-worth, but those are things easily changed. Her tongue is sharp, her wit insurmountable. A worthwhile trinket … perhaps more? Slowly he feeds her sensory from her surroundings, painting a picture of what she would see had – Flamevein, was it? – not left her with two empty sockets. “I am Set,” he says simply, shoulders rolling in feigned nonchalance.