lupei
What the truth is, I can't say anymore
He was so bored with life lately. Astri was always busy disappearing with Dacia someplace or the other, and there wasn’t really much going on in other places to warrant any true interest, so Lupei had made his way back to the meadow. It’d been some time since his quiet murder on the beach and he’d had yet to see any repercussion for his actions so he figures that the stallion was just some worthless nobody who was making his way to the water to die anyways. Why else would you wander into the place of the dead if you had any intentions of coming out again?
But he knows, deep somewhere in the back of his mind, that the black and white stallion with that odd stripe of gold hadn’t been just a nobody. He’d been hiding something underneath that hideously maimed fur, something that had set Lupei’s insides on fire and burnt through him to the marrow until he awoke one day and felt like he was nothing more than ash. Ever since he’d digested the fresh heart of his fallen prey, he’d felt his own heart consumed in some sort of strange, intense flame that never doused.
That same sensation irritated him now, causing him to shake his chiseled head and blow hot air through his nostrils in an exasperated sigh. Talk about fucking heartburn. He turned away from the edge of the meadow, picked up a rather rambunctious trot, and reveled in his own youth for a second, enjoying the pull of his muscles and the way his body seemed finally perfect. He was phasing out of his gangly youth and fleshing into his adult body, and it felt sinfully good to be healthy and strong. Of course, he knows that he’ll have to start training soon, but the thought only excites him.
Confrontation had always been his forte, and it seemed only right that he continue down the path that was so obviously made for him. With the casual turn of his eye he notes the competition around him. Plenty of shifty males, almost too many really, but he’s not like other horses and he knows this. A palomino catches his eye, and he’s about to make his way towards her when the flicker of another color stops him in his tracks. It’s a mare, sporting a uniquely vibrant set of purple-ish points. Something about her seems irritatingly familiar, and try as he might, Lupei cannot resist.
He approaches her with ears raised and one eye already narrowed, the sly grin Astri so often wore now replicated on his own lips. “Do I know you?” He breaths, head tilting gently as he looks her over. Now that they’re close, he’s glad he’s abandoned the palomino for her. Whoever she was, she was definitely someone Lupei could get used to looking at.
