09-26-2017, 09:28 AM
It wasn't unlike her to abandon a child. If she felt it was weak or unworthy of the life she had given it. Call it mother's intuition but she had a feeling this one could be useful. She herself had been born without magic and yet here she is now. Those who work hard are rewarded...
Dark auburn eyes remain trained on the white stag. Fangs dripping in anticipation of his judgement call. Even if he had released his clown upon her son she was faster... More deadly. And so very hungry. She sated her hunger for sake of not being a bad hostess. If his beasts should find themselves in her home again she would be less than accommodating. Trespassing was not something she took kindly to.
The dark stallion eyes the child hungrily but disappointment will be on his menu tonight. It will live for now, he states. A devilish grin flashes to her guests as she nudges the silver colt forwards, between the two stallions. You name it, he shrugs. She steps forward and brushes against the ghost as she begins to pass, "I think Kasanova will suit him." Her eyes shift to his partner who's features are twisted into distaste. She hisses between readied fangs, "Maybe next time." She taunts. Her comment isn't directed to the colt living still but to the fact that he is.
It was time to venture out so she heads to the gapping mouth of her abode. The child following at her heels. He is strong and solid. Unlike her last. As the pair break out of the darkness of the cave and into the sheltered canopy of the forest her fangs recede. No hint of her magic was apparent now. Let them see her for how she was born...
Dark auburn eyes remain trained on the white stag. Fangs dripping in anticipation of his judgement call. Even if he had released his clown upon her son she was faster... More deadly. And so very hungry. She sated her hunger for sake of not being a bad hostess. If his beasts should find themselves in her home again she would be less than accommodating. Trespassing was not something she took kindly to.
The dark stallion eyes the child hungrily but disappointment will be on his menu tonight. It will live for now, he states. A devilish grin flashes to her guests as she nudges the silver colt forwards, between the two stallions. You name it, he shrugs. She steps forward and brushes against the ghost as she begins to pass, "I think Kasanova will suit him." Her eyes shift to his partner who's features are twisted into distaste. She hisses between readied fangs, "Maybe next time." She taunts. Her comment isn't directed to the colt living still but to the fact that he is.
It was time to venture out so she heads to the gapping mouth of her abode. The child following at her heels. He is strong and solid. Unlike her last. As the pair break out of the darkness of the cave and into the sheltered canopy of the forest her fangs recede. No hint of her magic was apparent now. Let them see her for how she was born...
Karaugh
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