09-07-2018, 02:00 PM
The little filly refuses to wake up in a way I am more-than-familiar with, sleepily grunting her refusal and bringing an amused smile to my dark face. The smile vanishes in an instant, snuffed out by the dangerous yowl from far too close. My wings flare out without conscious thought, the elbows bending tightly to make me seem as large as possible.
It is not difficult to spot the source of the scream, a tawny wildcat with flashing eyes. I am not certain why I focus on the eyes, but as they fade from black to blue and back again, I realize in some detached part of my mind that they were never yellow - as they should have been.
In this world of magics only the horses seem to have been effected, so I cannot help but wonder if the creature is truly a cat or some magician in disguise. Regardless of it's true shape, it had certainly been stalking us - or at least the filly, as no lion I know would take on an adult horse even in the dead of winter - and I know that it is danger.
So when the filly begins to stumble after it, calling encouragingly, I feel my heart leap upward into my throat.
"No!" I say, the words muffled by the leap I take forward. I flare out my wing to block her path, which might be what contributes to her tumble. Still, I'd rather see her fall than eaten. "He wants to eat you." I tell her, keeping my blue-grey eyes on the retreating back of the tawny creature. "There are plenty of things to play with but a mountain lion isn't one of them." I'd had a similar talk with Delta, after all. Well, several similar talks really, about jellyfish, coral snakes, and scorpions.
@[Xero]
@[Svedka]
It is not difficult to spot the source of the scream, a tawny wildcat with flashing eyes. I am not certain why I focus on the eyes, but as they fade from black to blue and back again, I realize in some detached part of my mind that they were never yellow - as they should have been.
In this world of magics only the horses seem to have been effected, so I cannot help but wonder if the creature is truly a cat or some magician in disguise. Regardless of it's true shape, it had certainly been stalking us - or at least the filly, as no lion I know would take on an adult horse even in the dead of winter - and I know that it is danger.
So when the filly begins to stumble after it, calling encouragingly, I feel my heart leap upward into my throat.
"No!" I say, the words muffled by the leap I take forward. I flare out my wing to block her path, which might be what contributes to her tumble. Still, I'd rather see her fall than eaten. "He wants to eat you." I tell her, keeping my blue-grey eyes on the retreating back of the tawny creature. "There are plenty of things to play with but a mountain lion isn't one of them." I'd had a similar talk with Delta, after all. Well, several similar talks really, about jellyfish, coral snakes, and scorpions.
@[Xero]
@[Svedka]
