lupei
What the truth is, I can't say anymore
It’s been awhile since the wolf boy has decided to go on the prowl. He knows now - the terrible truth that lurks beneath his skin. His mother had known too - worthless bitch - but she hadn’t told him. Of course she hadn’t told him. She didn’t know much of anything these days, except how to spread her legs and get pregnant with another stallion’s offspring. So, it seems, Lupei will have a sibling. He smiles when his new name comes to mind. Lupei. A much more fitting term than Kraz had ever been. His tail, once long and mint green, is now short and black, and it wags idly from side to side. Stopping for a moment the brightly-colored stallion turns back to look at the strange appendage, ears falling as if he can somehow scare it back to being normal.
This does the trick. The black, short hairs falls out and new green ones sprout back - long and incredibly eye-catching. He smiles and continues on his way. It’s a good day for him - despite the fact that winter is now in full-force. The cold doesn’t do much to ruffle his proverbial feathers, and he enjoys the serenity of the almost empty meadow. The cold does nothing to entice pregnant mares, and so that means the nastiest of creatures stay away too. He stands out, but he knows this, it doesn’t bother him. He almost solidly one color, that enticing mint green, but it blends casually with a teal blue that drips under his belly and down onto his legs. The only thing that seems normal about him is that he’s a fresh three-year old stallion, rather handsome, with a bold white blaze. The rest is as if he was conjured from someone’s imagination.
He looks around, not at all interested in the lack of entertainment, but there seems to be a curious pair near one side of the meadow. They’re close, and the little mare to the side has odd-looking wings, so Lupei supposes that they will understand his coat. He approaches them slowly, eyes flicking between the two of them to watch their mouths form words he cannot yet hear. You could technically call it lurking, but Lupei isn’t so ready to get himself into trouble over nothing. When he feels he’s close enough he stops, head lowering while he trains his eye on the mare.
“Not interrupting a lover’s quarrel, am I?”
