Leck had followed them, like a slow, slinking shadow he had slipped from his home and wound his way down the rocky slope. From the mountain and all the way to the playground. Leck’s lips twisted into his customary sneer. He had never come here as a child. His parents had never seen fit to bring him and Leck had never cared to go. This was not a place for him, this was a place of childhood, and the gray colt knew, with every bone in his body, that his childhood was over, that he had never had one to begin with.
But, there were these little girls. Two of them, so delicate and small, so full of life. The boy twined around a tree. He wasn’t sure why that made him angry. He wasn’t sure why their laughter made him writhe and twist in his gut. Was he jealous? Did he want something he could never have? His soul chuckled and rolled its eyes, the devil in his heart peeked out from behind the glinting gleam of his smile. No, he was not jealous.
He was curious, though, and bored. He had spent too long in his own company, or in the company of women. These were girls, true, but they were little and small. They were not mothers, they would demand nothing of him, and he could do with them as he liked. The little boy, much older in his mind than his his body, relished that thought.
Not the mention that these girls were special. He had been there when they were born. He had seen the fear in Felinae's eyes when he approached. He’d seen the distrust of his own mother, felt it crawl along his skin when she had told him to leave. These girls were special, not like he was, but in a way Leck could not define. Amorette was easy enough to understand. She was his sister, his real sister, born of both his mother and his father. That made her other, made her different from the other girls. He didn’t know if that otherness made her better or worse. He didn’t know if he should protect her as his own or kill her as competition. But, he knew she wasn’t competition. She never could be. He was his father’s son, as far as he was concerned, his father’s only true son. As for Besra, well, Leck just wan't sure what to do about Besra.
Amorette teetered perilously close to the water’s edge and Leck stepped out from behind his tree, slowly, unhurriedly. The girls recovered quickly from their little scare, and again he stepped closer, wondering if they would notice the gray ghost who had come down from the mountain.
OOC: I hope you don't mind Leck came to "play!"