09-25-2016, 01:05 PM
We're all drawn toward what's beautiful & broken
She stood like a statue in the group, the only sign giving away the fact that she was indeed a living creature was the gentle expansion and compression of her barrel as she breathes. The grulla minx seemed calm on the outside but just under the surface a war was being fought. Part of Maus wanted to turn tail and herd her son away from the group. Ever since her encounter with the colts father, magic or anything even remotely hinting towards it caused panic to invade her body. Like a foreign being she could feel it as it began as a tiny, swirling speck in the back of her mind. The more she focused on the thing the greater it became. Tendrils would spiral outward, latching on to nearby nerves before hitching a ride through her nervous system, racing at a break neck pace through her body. It felt like dumping ice water on your head. The instant chill that sucks your breath away until your body has enough time to process what happened. Currently Maus was stuck in that beginning phase, doing everything in her power to stay calm. She was doing brilliantly.
A gentle nudge against her shoulder shoves the grulla minx wildly out of her thoughts. Her heart thumps roughly against her chest as she quickly turns to see Pitch nudge her again. "Mother?" his voice soothes her but she quickly realizes that yet another stallion had joined the group. His coat spotted in black and white. "He asked you if everything was ok." the colt says in a concerned manner. Turning his attention from his dam to the newest addition to their group. Maus quickly allows her deep amber eyes to follow her sons. Yes. Of course. she says. Her thick Russian accent beautifully hiding the slight panic that arose in her throat. Thankfully, for the grulla minx, the attention is diverted away from her as the child-like stallion speaks, soon followed by the bay and green brute.
As Hellbanes words reach her, Maus finds her ears pricking forward. She hadn't realized they had fallen into a half-pin. His speech confused her slightly. She had him pinned for someone with abilities, due to his outrageous colors. She found her eyes dipping downward slightly, feeling guilty for judging him. The man-child speaks then and Maus finds her eyes rising upwards until they meet his. Could that even be possible? In a world dominated by magic and abilities, could such a place even still exist? For the first time in a long time, the grulla minx feels a flutter of something other than panic in her heart. It was hope. Hope that maybe they really could live in place where she wouldn't have to worry about magic. She wouldn't have to fear letting Pitch explore by himself. At the thought she turns her head to observe her son, but that feeling of hope is fleeting as the familiar rise of panic settles itself back within her heart. Where was Pitch!
Looking around the group quickly she spots his silver grulla body just as he reaches up to nuzzle the black feathers of the obsidian stallion. "Is it fun? He asks Mortal with the innocents only a child could have. "Is it fun to fly...like them?" he asks again, tilting his head upward to indicate to a flock of birds returning to Beqanna after the long winter.
A gentle nudge against her shoulder shoves the grulla minx wildly out of her thoughts. Her heart thumps roughly against her chest as she quickly turns to see Pitch nudge her again. "Mother?" his voice soothes her but she quickly realizes that yet another stallion had joined the group. His coat spotted in black and white. "He asked you if everything was ok." the colt says in a concerned manner. Turning his attention from his dam to the newest addition to their group. Maus quickly allows her deep amber eyes to follow her sons. Yes. Of course. she says. Her thick Russian accent beautifully hiding the slight panic that arose in her throat. Thankfully, for the grulla minx, the attention is diverted away from her as the child-like stallion speaks, soon followed by the bay and green brute.
As Hellbanes words reach her, Maus finds her ears pricking forward. She hadn't realized they had fallen into a half-pin. His speech confused her slightly. She had him pinned for someone with abilities, due to his outrageous colors. She found her eyes dipping downward slightly, feeling guilty for judging him. The man-child speaks then and Maus finds her eyes rising upwards until they meet his. Could that even be possible? In a world dominated by magic and abilities, could such a place even still exist? For the first time in a long time, the grulla minx feels a flutter of something other than panic in her heart. It was hope. Hope that maybe they really could live in place where she wouldn't have to worry about magic. She wouldn't have to fear letting Pitch explore by himself. At the thought she turns her head to observe her son, but that feeling of hope is fleeting as the familiar rise of panic settles itself back within her heart. Where was Pitch!
Looking around the group quickly she spots his silver grulla body just as he reaches up to nuzzle the black feathers of the obsidian stallion. "Is it fun? He asks Mortal with the innocents only a child could have. "Is it fun to fly...like them?" he asks again, tilting his head upward to indicate to a flock of birds returning to Beqanna after the long winter.