He had seen a bird-horse before, but never one as beautifully blended as this girl who stood before him. He stood stock still as she came nearer, halfway between being frozen with fear and giddy with excitement. Her smile was infectious, and the sparkle in her eyes made his heart melt a little. It was something he hadn't really experienced before, and he wasn't sure if he liked the feeling or not.
Of course, he had been warned about traited horses -- and he had been keeping a close eye out for any evildoers who might cross his path. But the meaning of 'traited' was still a little unclear for the young one, and the filly's wings inspired only adoration and awe from little Sin.
The reddish colt watched her with wide eyes, his little head tilted quizzically to one side, as she came prancing his way. She paused a little way away, and he felt his anxiety climb to it's highest peak. But when she opened her mouth, all that came out was a squeaky, happy little greeting. He tried to hide the smile that flashed instantly onto his face and brought light to his greenish eyes.
He took in a breath and opened his mouth, ready to introduce himself in the old-fashioned way he had come to like -- the way he'd seen his papa act around mares. But before he could get even a peep out, she had leaped at him and was bouncing playfully in front of him. He was startled for a moment, thinking surely this would be the end of him, but when she nipped at him and skittered away, he suddenly caught wind of exactly what she was up to.
Sin Killer laughed gleefully and burst into action. The two foals went crashing wildly over the earth, in the careless and reckless way only children can do. She was fast, but he could just about match her. A dip this way and a dodge that way, and he managed to stretch his neck just far enough to bump his muzzle into her flank.
"Gotcha!" he laughed, spinning hard on his heel and reversing direction as quickly as he could. "You're it, you're it, you're it!" he called, glancing back over his shoulder with a proud grin.
It was about then that he went smacking full-force into the trunk of an old tree.
Fwump.
Dazed, Sin Killer stared up at the dusky blue sky and laughed hard at his own fall. He was sprawled on his back with his forelegs folded neatly onto his chest, and he arched his neck around to look for the filly, ready to spring back into action if she was near enough.
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