09-06-2025, 10:46 AM
He expected as much, and when she spat her venomous words at him like daggers that pierced his aching heart, he tried his hardest to hold his position. Her fury was tangible, but he could hear the pain laced in her shrill shrieks of confused anger. She was just that, confused. When her teeth snapped a breaths length from his muzzle he furrowed his brow and snapped back in frustration. "I left you!? You left US, Mother! Do you truly not remember? You left Falljoy and I to fend for ourselves without you while you went off to find Naga! It was always about Naga, and you continue to project her onto all of us!! You want Naga!? You want to see a so called traitor? HERE!”, he bellowed in her face and his body began to contort. His features shifting and molding into perfection. His mane turned to black with sun burnt tips that burned orange like the setting sun, his coat turning to a sunbleached black, and those eyes that Shadowmere knew all too well burned into her own like gleaming emeralds. He could hear her sharp inhale, a partial squeak in surprise as she reared back from him. HERE IS YOUR TRAITOR, MOTHER! NOT ME, NOT FALLJOY!”, he stalked forward, forcing Shadowmere to step back her eyes wide and maw gaping.
He felt powerful in this moment, and realized just how small his mother really was. She was thin, her hip bones jutting out against her thin skin, her neck was like that of a swan. Though she was manipulative and most definitely not to be underestimated, she looked fragile. He used to be so terrified of her, but standing up to her like this? It made the tower he held her on in his mind begin to crumble. This mare was broken and corrupted, yet through his fear of her he held a twisted version of love for this horrid creature. He let his features shift back into his true self once more and he looked to his mother with pleading eyes. His voice softened as he spoke. ”Mother, I never left you…and I am here now. Please understand…”, he pleaded with her. He wanted to understand her, to be at her side, to soothe her demons and listen to her woes. He didn't want to see her falling deeper into her downward spiral alone. While he did not plan on staying here, he felt he needed to. For her...
He felt powerful in this moment, and realized just how small his mother really was. She was thin, her hip bones jutting out against her thin skin, her neck was like that of a swan. Though she was manipulative and most definitely not to be underestimated, she looked fragile. He used to be so terrified of her, but standing up to her like this? It made the tower he held her on in his mind begin to crumble. This mare was broken and corrupted, yet through his fear of her he held a twisted version of love for this horrid creature. He let his features shift back into his true self once more and he looked to his mother with pleading eyes. His voice softened as he spoke. ”Mother, I never left you…and I am here now. Please understand…”, he pleaded with her. He wanted to understand her, to be at her side, to soothe her demons and listen to her woes. He didn't want to see her falling deeper into her downward spiral alone. While he did not plan on staying here, he felt he needed to. For her...
HAVELOCK
shapeshifting child of Mikael & Shadowmere