01-14-2017, 11:00 PM
The scaled child does not mind wandering far from her mother - the mare was ruthless sometimes. She'd chide her, get her to do - things - the angry things Ajatar preferred not to do. It's not in a child's nature to be angry, but Ajatar was finding her nature changing slowly but surely. She felt the hot pangs of anger as her mother spoke to her coil up more readily and had to force them down. It's not as though her (sickness? trait? disease? what was it!) didn't hurt her too, she was not immune to its cold tendrils. The way the boils displaced her scales, the way she itched for days until it healed.
If anything, the further from her mother the happier.
"Oh don't worry," Ajatar tells the stallion - Lauchlan - with a broad smile. Her smokey black coat has the bits of grey mostly around her eyes, and it's fetching. At least she thinks so. "I'm Ajatar, and..." she begins, but she's cut off all too soon by her.
Mother.
The festering wound on her side.
Harmonia is all of 14 hands, on a good day, and can't weigh more than 500 pounds...but she's impressive. Lithe, immaculate coat, old eyes - something about her screams power. Even without her magic fully restored she is a lethal force and she can see this creature, this Lauchlan, as something she'd rather not deal with.
"Can I help you?" asks the palomino, her eyes murderous on the stallion that speaks to her child. Her asset, really, she cares little about blood relations. Ajatar belongs to her, just as her power does.
If anything, the further from her mother the happier.
"Oh don't worry," Ajatar tells the stallion - Lauchlan - with a broad smile. Her smokey black coat has the bits of grey mostly around her eyes, and it's fetching. At least she thinks so. "I'm Ajatar, and..." she begins, but she's cut off all too soon by her.
Mother.
The festering wound on her side.
Harmonia is all of 14 hands, on a good day, and can't weigh more than 500 pounds...but she's impressive. Lithe, immaculate coat, old eyes - something about her screams power. Even without her magic fully restored she is a lethal force and she can see this creature, this Lauchlan, as something she'd rather not deal with.
"Can I help you?" asks the palomino, her eyes murderous on the stallion that speaks to her child. Her asset, really, she cares little about blood relations. Ajatar belongs to her, just as her power does.