08-03-2016, 04:32 PM
tidal waves they rip right through me
They had been walking on worn paths of the forest, he and Mortal, minding their own business. Well, mostly they were, Mortal was anyhow but Ivo had an ear for any passing conversation. He was a nosy child some might say, interested in things that were never his business. It is on this cool night that something else entirely unconcerning him catches his attention, much to the discouragement of his older brother. They had both stopped at the sound, the smells wafting from a thorny thicket not far off and Ivo tilted his head. “What was that?” the small bay asked the bigger black. “Nothing that concerns us Ivo, come on,” he urged and began to pull forward once more.
Ivo however was not so easily sated, he wanted to know and he wanted to know right now. As to be expected he cut away from the path, turned and went towards the sounds instead. Mortal frowned, stalking behind him and attempting to coax the boy back. Ivo was stubborn though, he tested the rules far too often and with such little care. Rather than fight and bicker with the boy the older brother left, snorting loudly in the runts face before going back the other way.
The indigo pointed colt smiled, proud of himself and his ‘win’. He would carry on, twisting through the pines and the bramble until another noise caught his ears. A call, not a call for him but for another, the Governor. Ivo shrugged, let him tell him he couldn’t be there, then he would tell Mother on him. Maybe he wouldn’t even come, he had yet to hear or smell the corpse bringer and wasn’t sure he was even out and about. He could very well be off recruiting or tending to the alliances or some other lofty job Father had delegated to him.
Ivo peeked past the brush, bay head catching the moonlight, a single white star smack dab in the middle of his face. Silvery light also played pleasantly on the deep blue of his lips, his ears and his mane and he blinked bright blue eyes out at the dark, winged mare. “You raaaang?” he said sassily, emerging from the thicket and making himself welcome in their presence.
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Killdare and Malis