there's that voice with the promise of sin; drustan

[Drustan]

Gone, she is gone. No trace of her had been left behind, no old scents, not the nest where she –they – spend most their nights, not even a single strand of hair could been found. And the Lord knows he has searched everywhere. Not a single rock had been left unturned, and even the most darkest caverns he had entered in his desperate search for her.

But no, all attempts had been fruitless. They had taken her right from underneath his nose. From one moment to the other, someone had stolen her away. It is the only truth Drustan can get himself to believe, unable to even listen to the possibility that his world had left him on her own accord. She wouldn’t, would she?

The young stud is fuming. Anger and desperation holds his body in their grasp, a body which has grown rapidly. Drustan does not know his own strength, does not even realise how he has changed. How big his horns have become, nor that he is more muscular now. As a little bulldozer he stamps through the meadow, cold blue gaze dancing across the grassy land.

Without his mother, there is nothing that ties him to Nerine, so the blue roan stallion had not bothered to linger behind. Thought to ask his grandmother, or even the new queen, if they knew where Vi was had even crossed his mind. Rational thoughts were not the ones he is capable of now.

When his eyes land on a dark spot among the green, his head rises with a jerk. Both his dark ears point forward, and before he even realises what he is doing, Drustan’s loud whinny is carried across the meadow. Could it be? The horned stud does not wait, pushing his tense and worked up body in a quick canter.

The black girl is nothing like her, and he does not even try to hide his disappointment. Disappointment that soon turns into anger. Frustrated his hooves collide with the grass, kicking some ground back as he snorts loudly. “You’re not her,” he says, almost accusingly as he tosses his head back. His blue orbs narrow on her shadowy wings, then roam across her figure, before he pushes himself forward again, in favour of circling her. “Not even a little.”

Except for the fact that she is black too, and almost just as pretty.


@[Sibella] Sorry for the wait <3 Hope this makes up for it!