What is dead may never die; Minette/Gryffen

[Leck]

Leck liked the coolness of the trees. Perhaps liked was too strong a word. He pursed his lips and looked up at the pine canopy. It was sufficient, the shade comfortable. The colt nodded sharply. His home was sufficient, for now.

The colt had changed a lot in the two months since his birth. He was beginning to understand the world around him. He was learning to manipulate it to make it suit him. He still needed Mother, and he still needed Red Eye, but he could go longer without food. He could venture farther and farther away with out fear.

Red Eye kept danger away, and Mother made sure he was fed.

Leck just needed to see to his other needs. He needed to sate is curiosity and escape the constant probing attention. He hated eyes on him, he hated words spoken to him. They gave him a headache and left a sour taste in his mouth. Still, he was learning to tolerate them. He understood, if he didn’t partake in the communication.

He couldn’t stop them from talking to him. But, he had yet to open his mouth and vomit out words.

Still, he was growing, as were his horns. Unfortunately, growth brought itching. The colt sighed, exasperated, and rubbed his head against the nearest tree. The skin around his horns were raw, and his constant rubbing of them left bloody scratches along his head.

Still, he knew knew that one day this annoyance would be worth it. Already the points were wicked and sharp. And they were long. If they continued at this rate the would be massive and heavy. One day, he would be able to inspire the same feelings as Red Eye. The same submissive twisting in the gut. Leck grinned and rubbed a little harder.