lupei
What the truth is, I can't say anymore
A girl. A girl. The mottled stallion huffs in thinly veiled anger. His mother had to go and make a sister for him. He hates her, but he knows he can’t do anything about it. In this world, there’s him and then there’s Astri (and now there’s Dacia, of course) so he has to remain true to the blood he knows. Doesn’t mean he has to appreciate it though. Lupei slinks with hunched shoulders and a lowered head, even though he’s not in his wolf body. He’s pouting, of course, but he’s still young. A boy who has yet to understand what it means to be a man, but already he’s committed so much sin. The weight of his crime is still painted in dull red from his chin to his widening breast, and he knows he must rid himself of the evidence as soon as possible. Astri had ushered him away for that very reason, and he knew better than to defy her order.
If anyone found out what had transpired at the beach, he’d be in a shitload of trouble.
The sun is already high in the sky, and the weather has turned rather pleasant so he trudges the long way around the edge of the meadow - hidden in the shadows of the treeline by the winding river - until he comes to the placid lake at the center of the gathering grounds. He looks around him, icy blue eyes making sure that he’s not been followed, and then he shifts into his other form. It felt comfortable to be a wolf, the thick, shaggy black hair and wide paws were more efficient than his prey body. He shakes his neck, happy to be free of the constraints of a horse, and bounds eagerly into the water, spraying it behind him in great waves of crystalline drops.
It’s a funny sight - this young, dark dog splashing about, but it’s one of the only moments he has left as a boy. Soon he’ll feel the change of nature and Lupei will know he can never return to this time. He’ll have to make his way without Astri, and he’ll have to find purpose. But for now, he washes the death of the sabino stallion from his coat and watches as the water turns a ruddy brown before clearing all evidence of his murder. It was almost too easy. He settles then, lapping at the surface for a moment before panting at the exertion of his efforts. A sound at the shore draws his attention, and the wolf bristles, turning back to see just who would be bold enough to approach.
