12-04-2016, 02:09 PM
He felt.. empty. Ever since he could remember, Cerva had been there. He'd chosen her himself. For her kindness, her softness. Her beauty. And now he was leaving her. But not forever, never that. He would find her again, as soon as he could. She was his, and always would be.
He would return for her.
But he had to do this first. For her. For them. He had to learn to fight. It had driven him to this man, this magician. He was the key to returning to Cerva as a new man, able to keep her and protect her. Able to hoard his treasure like the great beasts of legend.
The boy was two years now. Or maybe that made him a man. He followed the magician dimly, paused as his mentor bowed down to the sky, watched in silence. His thoughts were elsewhere, they probably always would be. Tangled in a beautiful mess of his mare. Her rich color, her bright eyes. Soft lashes that teased him each time they closed. Silky hair that always smelled so good. Flawless skin.
"To the plains with you, boy." The man's voice shattered his mental paradise and he glared at the ground. "If you have a wish for death, I have no qualms of giving you your wishes." He believed it. He'd have to work hard to make it out of this alive. The man wouldn't hesitate to kill him. But that would only make him better at this. "A boy wishes to spar with a King. Bootlicker, Dovev. Is that what you are?"
Dovev bit back a growl, grit his teeth. Black eyes shined like polished obsidian as he raised his gaze to the magician beneath dark, hooded brows. He forced any retaliation down. The colt belonged to him now, and the man would call him whatever he wished. So he ground out a Yes while his eyes screamed Never!
His eyes hazed as it happened again: like bones grinding and shifting beneath his skin. It rumbled and yet it was silent, settling over tissue and muscles. Like a child in an early womb, it could be felt but not seen. But it was growing, and perhaps soon it would stretch his skin when it moved. He swallowed the fear and uncertainty. He couldn't understand what it was, what it meant. What would happen to him.
He slowly refocused, the blur of his mentor, his master, carefully pieced back in to terrifying clarity. He stiffened, unaware of whether much time had passed or if it had only been an instant, and pretended nothing happened.
And waited for command.
He would return for her.
But he had to do this first. For her. For them. He had to learn to fight. It had driven him to this man, this magician. He was the key to returning to Cerva as a new man, able to keep her and protect her. Able to hoard his treasure like the great beasts of legend.
The boy was two years now. Or maybe that made him a man. He followed the magician dimly, paused as his mentor bowed down to the sky, watched in silence. His thoughts were elsewhere, they probably always would be. Tangled in a beautiful mess of his mare. Her rich color, her bright eyes. Soft lashes that teased him each time they closed. Silky hair that always smelled so good. Flawless skin.
"To the plains with you, boy." The man's voice shattered his mental paradise and he glared at the ground. "If you have a wish for death, I have no qualms of giving you your wishes." He believed it. He'd have to work hard to make it out of this alive. The man wouldn't hesitate to kill him. But that would only make him better at this. "A boy wishes to spar with a King. Bootlicker, Dovev. Is that what you are?"
Dovev bit back a growl, grit his teeth. Black eyes shined like polished obsidian as he raised his gaze to the magician beneath dark, hooded brows. He forced any retaliation down. The colt belonged to him now, and the man would call him whatever he wished. So he ground out a Yes while his eyes screamed Never!
His eyes hazed as it happened again: like bones grinding and shifting beneath his skin. It rumbled and yet it was silent, settling over tissue and muscles. Like a child in an early womb, it could be felt but not seen. But it was growing, and perhaps soon it would stretch his skin when it moved. He swallowed the fear and uncertainty. He couldn't understand what it was, what it meant. What would happen to him.
He slowly refocused, the blur of his mentor, his master, carefully pieced back in to terrifying clarity. He stiffened, unaware of whether much time had passed or if it had only been an instant, and pretended nothing happened.
And waited for command.
