01-01-2017, 03:01 PM
They share dreams, sometimes;
Of long slow marches, of dust baths, of hot sun baking the cool mud on their skins to a hard crust.
Sometimes, she is alone in these dreams.
Alone, because he has no other self like she does, that big beast that is trapped beneath her skin.
(She can see the tusked might of it in her shadow, sometimes.)
For the most part, they are inseparable: Eyetooth & Snout. They are twins of course, except they do not bear much resemblance to one another - only in their shapes, in the parts of themselves that are missing but are sometimes found when they step onto the mountain. She is the elder of them, dark green giving way to purple ombre and he is bay, with glowing white points that hurt her eyes, sometimes.
(Other times, the pale glowing parts of him are a beacon in her darkness and to them - him, - she is drawn.)
Snout though, is far more the sullen of the two. He mopes and mopes, and nothing Eyetooth does can shake him from his moods. She thinks, that at times, he is more crocodile than mammoth’s son, because he is so foul in thought and look. He, thinks she is too ridiculous in her green-purple skin and the way she always tries to make him smile and laugh. Snout thinks he ought to have been born first, like it is some kind of contest between them and that Eyetooth is too outlandish to be his relation (never mind that their mother was a mammoth-horse and their father a galaxy-draped mad god).
Eyetooth forgives him though; she cannot help but love him - he is her other half (besides the half of her that remains in the mountain’s grasp). Sometimes, Snout loves her back but he loathe to admit it - she is his other half, for all that they look nothing alike!
They certainly don’t move as one, and there is no grace in their ground-eating steps. Eyetooth is bulkier than her brother, slower too though she never envies him the grace and lightness of his form. She was heftier for a reason, more like their mammoth-mother in that regard in that she was a dwarfed draft and Snout was much more lighter, airier somehow, like the galaxies that swirled through the father-god’s fur. So Snout is faster, and Eyetooth moves glacially slow compared to him, so much so that he is constantly doubling back to circle around her and nip at her haunches in attempts to make her hustle along. She never gives in to his furious fits of haste, and just plods along, set in her elephantine ways.
“Hurry up!” he’ll shout.
And she only smiles.
“Hush brother dear,” she murmurs to him.
And he doesn’t hear, too far ahead in his need to be first at something (even if it is just in getting to somewhere ahead of her). Then he’ll stop, look back, shake the pale glowing strands of forelock from his eyes and open his mouth to call out to her again. Except she’ll be right there, throwing a shoulder into his in an attempt to knock him down, or at the very least, sideways. He’ll rear up on his hind legs and bat the air around her face with his front hooves until she snaps her teeth at him, and their shadows fence with tusked faces that neither of them currently show (it’s in the shadows, always in the shadows, where things made secret are often revealed).
Their bodies will crash together in waves of muscle and might.
A dark green mouth will slip up beneath the glowing white hairs to plant a kiss against the soft brown of his neck. His own mouth, aglow, will find her neck and kiss it too, then nip deceivingly at her skin until she shrugs him off and they regain some distance between them, a chasm that neither is too keen on bridging.