06-30-2016, 11:04 AM
They don't all scatter before me like scurrying mice. One snarly mare in a temper is nothing to the seasoned veterans of the Meadow. They've faced down rampaging dragons (ha), angry magicians, all manner of horrors unleashed upon them by the wrath of those with far too much power and no reason to give a damn about the sanctity of their lives. But they aren't fools, and most of them know better than to stand in my way. One disdainful eye roll from some dainty bitch with a bit of a death wish has me staring her down with a little too much dragon in my toothy grin, and the smoke that creeps out my nostrils as I take a step closer sends her scurrying.
That's better.
Maybe tomorrow I'll wonder what the hell got into me. And I could so easily do a healing scan, soothe whatever hormones are out of whack, balance the chemicals in my brain, blah blah boring. I shrug off the urge with a bit of a snarl, just a curling of my lip, a twisting away from the impulse to restore order when chaos sounds like so much more fun today.
God, I'm really not meant for the placid contentment of herd life, am I? Maybe I should go back to the Jungle, back to a kingdom to fight for, start at the bottom and claw my way through the ranks of the army. I bet there's an open bloodrider position, and I've always liked that title. Never quite managed it, either; Kagerou named me her successor instead, which was all well and good but a hell of a lot more work and responsibility. Keeping the peace instead of gnawing on the bones of our enemies. Dull.
I would make an excellent bloodrider. Especially today.
Still, something about the idea of returning to the Jungle feels like claws running down the back of my neck, prickling and scraping and grating. Not yet. Maybe once the girls are a born and grown some. I wouldn't want to miss out on my granddaughters' early days. Family is more important. Always has been. Still, the idea of having an enemy to crush is extremely appealing. Oh, or a good war, that could be fun. I don't think I've completely let loose since the last one I was around for, and that was decades ago. Or hey, maybe Pazuzu's bored and wants a good fight. Wonder if Ryss would mind if I threw down with her fiance. We could patch ourselves back up afterward.
That actually sounds like fun, and I'm about to turn and leave when someone actually approaches and strikes up a conversation. Huh. I tilt my head, giving him a good once-over. Cloven hooves, leonine tail, and that nice, twisty horn. Unicorn, but the more complicated incarnation of it, not just a horn set into the skull of an otherwise ordinary horse. Interesting.
“Apparently,” I return, my gaze slowly making its way across the planes of his pale body and up to the odd pink color of his eyes. I've certainly seen stranger creatures. Hell, I've been stranger creatures. It wouldn't be much of a stretch to coax a horn of my own out of my forehead, split my hooves, change my tail, and join him. Lighten my build into something with a daintier grace. Still, not really my style. And dainty sure as hell doesn't suit my mood at the moment. A couple of wicked sharp horns on my nose, though, that could be fun, and as soon as I think it they grow in. Rhino-style, but smaller, a little jagged. Bone, to better match my current coloring. And I bulk up the bones of my face to support their weight, make them usable without breaking my damn nose. “Why, looking to join in?”
That's better.
Maybe tomorrow I'll wonder what the hell got into me. And I could so easily do a healing scan, soothe whatever hormones are out of whack, balance the chemicals in my brain, blah blah boring. I shrug off the urge with a bit of a snarl, just a curling of my lip, a twisting away from the impulse to restore order when chaos sounds like so much more fun today.
God, I'm really not meant for the placid contentment of herd life, am I? Maybe I should go back to the Jungle, back to a kingdom to fight for, start at the bottom and claw my way through the ranks of the army. I bet there's an open bloodrider position, and I've always liked that title. Never quite managed it, either; Kagerou named me her successor instead, which was all well and good but a hell of a lot more work and responsibility. Keeping the peace instead of gnawing on the bones of our enemies. Dull.
I would make an excellent bloodrider. Especially today.
Still, something about the idea of returning to the Jungle feels like claws running down the back of my neck, prickling and scraping and grating. Not yet. Maybe once the girls are a born and grown some. I wouldn't want to miss out on my granddaughters' early days. Family is more important. Always has been. Still, the idea of having an enemy to crush is extremely appealing. Oh, or a good war, that could be fun. I don't think I've completely let loose since the last one I was around for, and that was decades ago. Or hey, maybe Pazuzu's bored and wants a good fight. Wonder if Ryss would mind if I threw down with her fiance. We could patch ourselves back up afterward.
That actually sounds like fun, and I'm about to turn and leave when someone actually approaches and strikes up a conversation. Huh. I tilt my head, giving him a good once-over. Cloven hooves, leonine tail, and that nice, twisty horn. Unicorn, but the more complicated incarnation of it, not just a horn set into the skull of an otherwise ordinary horse. Interesting.
“Apparently,” I return, my gaze slowly making its way across the planes of his pale body and up to the odd pink color of his eyes. I've certainly seen stranger creatures. Hell, I've been stranger creatures. It wouldn't be much of a stretch to coax a horn of my own out of my forehead, split my hooves, change my tail, and join him. Lighten my build into something with a daintier grace. Still, not really my style. And dainty sure as hell doesn't suit my mood at the moment. A couple of wicked sharp horns on my nose, though, that could be fun, and as soon as I think it they grow in. Rhino-style, but smaller, a little jagged. Bone, to better match my current coloring. And I bulk up the bones of my face to support their weight, make them usable without breaking my damn nose. “Why, looking to join in?”