01-14-2017, 01:04 PM
POTION & ECCO
Ecco considers her Mother’s choice carefully, lavender eyes taking in the bay that looked to be on it’s last leg. Mother was terribly good at this game and she always struggled to find one better, to one up the woman with her selection. It takes her a moment, eyes searching the gathered, all their heads were down to the earth looking for food. Their bodies huddled together for warmth, a barrier of sorts to the wind and chill. “Oh, here we go,” she finally spots an older chestnut mare, thin and shaking like the leaves that were currently falling from the trees. “The chestnut with the socks, death is at her door Mother I don't know why-” she realized then what had happened.
“You’re terrible,” she said flatly, voice filled with irritation. Potion laughed, loud and clear as they stood on the hill, those gathered nearest to their podium looked up with unease. Though the gray mare laughed they looked wary, dispersing further out into the cold field. It was odd for a woman to burst into giggles when everything had been otherwise silent, they were all too cold to gossip today. “You let me have that one, I can find one on my own thank you.” The daughter huffed though no one looking would know one was child and one was Dam, they appeared to be nothing more than two young mares, twins perhaps to the unknowing eye.
And just for that Ecco sent her gift out into the Meadow, a thin trail of rotting grass was left in its wake until it twisted a coiled path to the bay and then to the chestnut. Without much thought she grabbed at them with it, sending her fatal touch up their legs until they fell to the earth, two rotting lumps of flesh. If it were warmer the flies would soon be at them, buzzing the song of their people as they relished in the decay. Needless to say the clearing was soon bare, like a pack of elk running from tiger in the grass. They knew not where the danger came from but they knew enough to flee it, to retreat before they too perished.
A voice breaks their game, Ecco whipping her head to the sound with a smile. Potion can only glare in the direction her daughter slowly sways, she had not yet met the man that had both blessed and cursed her only child.
“You’ve just missed the fun,” Ecco announced, as she swayed, stomach round with child. She curled around him like a kitten, “This is Mother Deimos, Potion,” her nostrils flared as she inhaled him, as if she could drain his very essence with one whiff but she would never. “Mother, this is Deimos,” it was a strong enough statement, almost a challenge, but it was evident she was seeking some sort of approval from the silver woman.
“Is that so?” Potion asked, raising a brow and taking him in. “I don’t know whether to thank you or curse the very air you breathe.” Ecco’s head snapped to attention like a whip at that remark, looking between the two. “I’m sure time will tell,” she finally gave in and approached their intimate grouping.
Time would always tell and she had ever so much of it.
“You’re terrible,” she said flatly, voice filled with irritation. Potion laughed, loud and clear as they stood on the hill, those gathered nearest to their podium looked up with unease. Though the gray mare laughed they looked wary, dispersing further out into the cold field. It was odd for a woman to burst into giggles when everything had been otherwise silent, they were all too cold to gossip today. “You let me have that one, I can find one on my own thank you.” The daughter huffed though no one looking would know one was child and one was Dam, they appeared to be nothing more than two young mares, twins perhaps to the unknowing eye.
And just for that Ecco sent her gift out into the Meadow, a thin trail of rotting grass was left in its wake until it twisted a coiled path to the bay and then to the chestnut. Without much thought she grabbed at them with it, sending her fatal touch up their legs until they fell to the earth, two rotting lumps of flesh. If it were warmer the flies would soon be at them, buzzing the song of their people as they relished in the decay. Needless to say the clearing was soon bare, like a pack of elk running from tiger in the grass. They knew not where the danger came from but they knew enough to flee it, to retreat before they too perished.
A voice breaks their game, Ecco whipping her head to the sound with a smile. Potion can only glare in the direction her daughter slowly sways, she had not yet met the man that had both blessed and cursed her only child.
“You’ve just missed the fun,” Ecco announced, as she swayed, stomach round with child. She curled around him like a kitten, “This is Mother Deimos, Potion,” her nostrils flared as she inhaled him, as if she could drain his very essence with one whiff but she would never. “Mother, this is Deimos,” it was a strong enough statement, almost a challenge, but it was evident she was seeking some sort of approval from the silver woman.
“Is that so?” Potion asked, raising a brow and taking him in. “I don’t know whether to thank you or curse the very air you breathe.” Ecco’s head snapped to attention like a whip at that remark, looking between the two. “I’m sure time will tell,” she finally gave in and approached their intimate grouping.
Time would always tell and she had ever so much of it.
dont you open up that window, dont you let out that antidote
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