11-02-2016, 02:52 PM
The dark yearling left her side with great reluctance. She'd been the one to care for him, the only one. She always would be. But her perfect ears did not deserve to be assaulted with this rude chaos. So he disentangled from her embrace to correct the situation. His muscled frame was abnormally bulky for a colt. Not yet a stallion, but looking the part well in advance, he approached the gathering of males.
It was a new experience for him. He'd always been with Cerva, only Cerva. They preferred to be on their own, alone. Now he was among his own gender, not all that much shorter than them, in fact, and the only thing he could think of was returning to her.
Yet, there was boyish curiosity in his big, black eyes. He could not deny that he wished to observe the manner of grown stallions, so that he, too, could act as one. One day he'd even find a way to learn to fight, so that he could better guard his beautiful Cerva. Her life, safety, and happiness was all that mattered. He'd do anything to protect it. So, it was also with a touch of reluctance that he wished them gone. The desire to aquire knowledge battled with his wish to remove the ruckus from Cerva's presence.
He glanced back at her across the distance, making certain she had remained. She would worry over him intervening between grown males, but he hoped she'd also trust him to return safely to her. Even from way over here she was stunning. Maybe he should just go back. It hurt to be away. But the fact remained, she did not deserve to listen to their petty squabbling, and the conversation of men pulled his bottomless gaze back to them.
"...do you care for my name?" the loud one mocked. He definitely didn't like that one. Too loud, too arrogant.
The other was snappy but quieter, with a feral light in his eye. His voice did not need to be loud to portray the threat that he posed. The colt watched him warily, deciding his quieter tone probably only intensified his sense of danger. Like a hungry predator, watching his prey only because he could, he already knew who controlled death here.
Dovev rather liked that and edged a little to the side for a better view, still too far to be attacked by anyone. But that all changed when the other joined in, as if from nowhere. Simply appeared from darkness.
"I highly doubt he cares what your name is one way or another." He, too, was quiet. Deadly. The colt's interest only grew. This stallion had massive wings that made him seem even larger, and he felt a stab of envy. Perhaps if he had wings, he'd be larger too. The man walked as if they were nothing though, despite being tipped in blood. It was clear he also knew who controlled death here, and Dovev was not sure whether it was him or the wild one.
That one, the colorful one, addressed each of the males. Scolding them like children as Dovev had hoped to do. As he spoke, the colt finally abandoned the outskirts and entered their gathering fully. Words were never difficult for him, but he oddly didn't feel a need to speak. He only watched, observed. Absorbed everything his senses told him. He would study and learn, and then one day he would be like them. And so he took his mental notes in watchful silence.
Be steady and quiet. It is threatening in its own way. Be unafraid. Know who has the advantage and why.
Teach me more. What else do you have to show me.
It was a new experience for him. He'd always been with Cerva, only Cerva. They preferred to be on their own, alone. Now he was among his own gender, not all that much shorter than them, in fact, and the only thing he could think of was returning to her.
Yet, there was boyish curiosity in his big, black eyes. He could not deny that he wished to observe the manner of grown stallions, so that he, too, could act as one. One day he'd even find a way to learn to fight, so that he could better guard his beautiful Cerva. Her life, safety, and happiness was all that mattered. He'd do anything to protect it. So, it was also with a touch of reluctance that he wished them gone. The desire to aquire knowledge battled with his wish to remove the ruckus from Cerva's presence.
He glanced back at her across the distance, making certain she had remained. She would worry over him intervening between grown males, but he hoped she'd also trust him to return safely to her. Even from way over here she was stunning. Maybe he should just go back. It hurt to be away. But the fact remained, she did not deserve to listen to their petty squabbling, and the conversation of men pulled his bottomless gaze back to them.
"...do you care for my name?" the loud one mocked. He definitely didn't like that one. Too loud, too arrogant.
The other was snappy but quieter, with a feral light in his eye. His voice did not need to be loud to portray the threat that he posed. The colt watched him warily, deciding his quieter tone probably only intensified his sense of danger. Like a hungry predator, watching his prey only because he could, he already knew who controlled death here.
Dovev rather liked that and edged a little to the side for a better view, still too far to be attacked by anyone. But that all changed when the other joined in, as if from nowhere. Simply appeared from darkness.
"I highly doubt he cares what your name is one way or another." He, too, was quiet. Deadly. The colt's interest only grew. This stallion had massive wings that made him seem even larger, and he felt a stab of envy. Perhaps if he had wings, he'd be larger too. The man walked as if they were nothing though, despite being tipped in blood. It was clear he also knew who controlled death here, and Dovev was not sure whether it was him or the wild one.
That one, the colorful one, addressed each of the males. Scolding them like children as Dovev had hoped to do. As he spoke, the colt finally abandoned the outskirts and entered their gathering fully. Words were never difficult for him, but he oddly didn't feel a need to speak. He only watched, observed. Absorbed everything his senses told him. He would study and learn, and then one day he would be like them. And so he took his mental notes in watchful silence.
Be steady and quiet. It is threatening in its own way. Be unafraid. Know who has the advantage and why.
Teach me more. What else do you have to show me.
ooc: am so sorry. next ones shouldnt be so long x.x
