09-12-2016, 08:18 PM
Gunsynd
I wanna chain you up I wanna tie you down
What was to surprise them of spring turning into winter? The fairy would do what she wished, nature be damned. She sat upon her throne, watching them as they shed their heavy winter coats only to be bombarded with freezing wind and snow. She laughed as the new foals knew snow before their bodies could handle such elements. And she wanted their devotion. He could laugh if it weren’t so absolutely absurd.
Of course he did not care for the wellbeing of the foals, but he never claimed to. She was just a liar.
These are the thoughts that plague him when the diminutive creature hops into his view. It is difficult to see the foal behind the drifts of snow, but her pelt matches his own so she stands out at the very least. Her mother, on the other hand, blends in to the surrounding terrain and it takes the beast a moment to see her. He recognizes her - the one that had left with the two stallions. He wonders if they had found what they had longed for.
He observes them from afar, not interested enough in the woman’s story line to put himself in the line of fire of the youngster’s antics (he had little tolerance for foals). But it seems he has caught the female’s eye as she approaches him. This intrigues the male. Of course the mares that he has known… intimately tend to approach him a second time. But he knows without a doubt that this child is not his, and while that eases the typical anxiety he feels in such situations, he can’t help but wonder what her intentions are.
He wracks his brain now for a name. He is terrible with remembering such trifling details, and his thoughts have been so consumed lately with his own troubles. She is already upon him when the correct neurons connect and the word (her word) emerges from the haze of memory. “Epithet.” He says in greeting, trying to ignore the bouncing creature at her heels. “Crazy weather we’re having.”
I M J U S T A S U C K E R F O R P A I N
@[Epithet]
they are funny together