Leck began to feel something twist and writhe in his gut. He kicked his hind leg irritability and his teeth gnashed. It was always something with mares. They always talked, or prodded, or wheedled. He didn’t understand why, and he didn’t understand the purpose it served. The graying colt sent Felinae a spiteful grimace.
“You can wipe that nasty look from your face. I won’t hurt it.” It, was of course, the filly, Besra. He watched them silently for a while, watching the girl drink greedily, watched her take to the world easily, confident in her assumption that she was one of them. But, she wasn’t. She had no business here.
Mother spoke to him and Leck causally nodded. It was, of course, his place to be here. If Gryffen wasn’t here Leck felt it in his bones that he should be. He cared little and less for his father’s women, but he was still his father’s son, even if the colt couldn’t summon anything more than grudging respect for the beast that sired him. He needed to watch them, needed to keep the women in line. Leck refused to live in a world ruled by them. He would stake his claim now, before they got any ideas about the pecking order.
Besra, it would seem, was the only one who was not afraid of him. The little filly tottered over, and the horned boy smiled broadly, almost delightedly. Well I’ll be, the little girl had balls, he would give her that. Leck’s smile grew wolfish, and he dropped his head, low and snakelike. There was something about this girl, something about her bravery and stupidity that made Leck want to grab her by the neck and shake. He didn’t want to hurt her, not exactly, but he wanted to do something, and the colt’s eyes grew hot.
His gaze was feverish, lost in the hunt and the prowl, when Mother stepped in his path. In that moment the spell was broken. Leck screeched, his surprise whipping his anger to a bubbling froth. Before he had time to stop himself, before he really knew what he was doing, the colt lashed out.
His horn pierced her neck with near terrifying ease. Leck felt his horn sink in deep, and then hot blood sprayed in his face. The colt hissed and screamed, and this time it was in near panic. The blood was in his eyes, it was filling his nose. The colt reeled back, his horns pulling free of his mother as her blood coated his face.
((OOC: MWHAHAHA! -more evil laughter- let me know if you want anything changed, I did a fair bit of power playing there.))