01-07-2017, 01:11 PM
It tugs at them;
Magic. Relation. Blood.
It would always be blood that beckoned them because blood calls to blood, no matter the relation.
They turn their heads, one after the other; too distinct and divided to move as one. Twins ought to share similar movements, but they share nothing but a sire, a dam, and discordance. Now, they share this sense of otherness and relation that comes in the shape of a purple roan filly. She looks like them, or they look like her - do all his sons and daughters look like him? Eyetooth’s eyes slide to Snout’s, his roll in exasperation at not one, but two fillies now and there seems a third in the distance, trailing the purple roan. Great, he thinks, more fillies, which means more shrill voices and nonsense. He turns to go, but is stopped by the touch of his sister’s nose to his shoulder and he gives her a caustic look but he remains, planted at her side.
A pinto joins them, slips in the other girl’s shadow and they perceive her to be a sister too. Maybe not to them, but certainly to the purple one and thus, in some unique way, to them also. Relation begates relation, somehow. She is certainly the tamest of them all in her painted fur, though Snout might come a close second if it were not for the glowing white points he possessed instead of the traditional black ones. Eyetooth and Cassady though are far more fetching than either of their siblings; dark green with purple ombre and purple roan… It is almost as if those two should be the pair of twins, and the two, just siblings. Snout is definitely thinking this, even if Eyetooth is not.
“Hello Cassady!” she says, smiling.
Snout just nods at her, silent.
“Don’t mind him,” Eyetooth laughs, just a tad bit nervously. They’ve never talked to anyone beyond their mother who could hardly carry on a conversation, as she wasn’t altogether bright to begin with. Sinew, their surrogate mother was rather quiet and calculating, speaking only to them if it benefited her. That is not to say that they are loveless or lacking, for they’ve always had each other but there are faults in their upbringing that have left them at a loss as to how to conduct themselves accordingly.
“He’s gruff,” she finishes lamely, which earns her a snap of teeth in her direction from her brother.
“Gruff she says, I’m not gruff.” his eyes flash in his brown face beneath the pale glow of his forelock (he is ever aware of the glow of it, it sits like a halo of purity between his eyes and he is certainly a stain of darkness on this earth, or so he feels like he is).
“I’m Eyetooth and he’s Snout,” and just like that, she ignores him - talks over him almost, as she introduces them to the others. “Who’s that hiding behind you?” her curiosity has gotten the better of her.
Magic. Relation. Blood.
It would always be blood that beckoned them because blood calls to blood, no matter the relation.
They turn their heads, one after the other; too distinct and divided to move as one. Twins ought to share similar movements, but they share nothing but a sire, a dam, and discordance. Now, they share this sense of otherness and relation that comes in the shape of a purple roan filly. She looks like them, or they look like her - do all his sons and daughters look like him? Eyetooth’s eyes slide to Snout’s, his roll in exasperation at not one, but two fillies now and there seems a third in the distance, trailing the purple roan. Great, he thinks, more fillies, which means more shrill voices and nonsense. He turns to go, but is stopped by the touch of his sister’s nose to his shoulder and he gives her a caustic look but he remains, planted at her side.
A pinto joins them, slips in the other girl’s shadow and they perceive her to be a sister too. Maybe not to them, but certainly to the purple one and thus, in some unique way, to them also. Relation begates relation, somehow. She is certainly the tamest of them all in her painted fur, though Snout might come a close second if it were not for the glowing white points he possessed instead of the traditional black ones. Eyetooth and Cassady though are far more fetching than either of their siblings; dark green with purple ombre and purple roan… It is almost as if those two should be the pair of twins, and the two, just siblings. Snout is definitely thinking this, even if Eyetooth is not.
“Hello Cassady!” she says, smiling.
Snout just nods at her, silent.
“Don’t mind him,” Eyetooth laughs, just a tad bit nervously. They’ve never talked to anyone beyond their mother who could hardly carry on a conversation, as she wasn’t altogether bright to begin with. Sinew, their surrogate mother was rather quiet and calculating, speaking only to them if it benefited her. That is not to say that they are loveless or lacking, for they’ve always had each other but there are faults in their upbringing that have left them at a loss as to how to conduct themselves accordingly.
“He’s gruff,” she finishes lamely, which earns her a snap of teeth in her direction from her brother.
“Gruff she says, I’m not gruff.” his eyes flash in his brown face beneath the pale glow of his forelock (he is ever aware of the glow of it, it sits like a halo of purity between his eyes and he is certainly a stain of darkness on this earth, or so he feels like he is).
“I’m Eyetooth and he’s Snout,” and just like that, she ignores him - talks over him almost, as she introduces them to the others. “Who’s that hiding behind you?” her curiosity has gotten the better of her.