Post by Black Thorns on Apr 14, 2012 21:11:02 GMT -5
It had been a season since he had seen the gorgeous mare who mothered the child he had taken under his wing, an unattached mare who ran off and left him and her colt without so much as a goodbye. The thought hadn't brushed his mind in a while, but it rose to the surface as he trod through the deep snow. From previous experiences he knew himself to be quite a fertile creature, hardly ever mating with a mare without producing offspring. (Of course, he used to kill them before the foal could be born.) Was she pregnant? Was another one of his little ones curled into her stomach, feeding off of her like a sick parasite? Would he ever see this little thing, this part of him that he needed so desperately? For all he could tell the answer was no- for all he knew, the wretched being could have murdered the little one growing inside of her as soon as she suspected it. They were frighteningly fragile creatures, after all. He wouldn't put it past her to kill something produced by his foul self.
Sighing, he turned his head to look at the yearling silently following behind him. Vici had quickly learned how to move quietly, as Scath had pounded into his head that the foal must be stealthy and rapid- attacking, like a viper, due to his small and easily broken frame. How could the mare leave this little one? He had hardly been old enough to wean from her milk when she galloped away. The poor thing had to learn to devour grass- and the grass was already dying. Hunger knotted his stomach, as was typical of the winter months. He, having repeated this state of life so frequently, was used to this feeling by now. He knew he could go quite a bit longer fasting, but the awkwardly growing foal needed nutrients.
"You have to be getting hungry, Vici, even I am and I don't need as much to keep me going." He sighed, wishing the foal remembered to tell him when he needed something. The terrible dam he had, however, wanted nothing to do with this creature and likely punished him if the little one so much as uttered a word about needing to eat. He scoffed to himself. Winter took a great toll on every horse in the land- save for the rare few who never seemed to grow thinner. He couldn't place it- it was something to do with what made them alphas, as far as he knew. "We'll be stopping soon."
The East was full of lush meadows, a seemingly endless grassland his skinny self desired with every fibre of his being. Surely Vici wished for it, as well. As they broke into the empty lands- Ramaskith wasn't particularly intelligent about protecting the lands he had owned and the ones he had captured- he looked for a spot where the snow hadn't been ground up by hungry hooves. He grinned as he reached a wide, open area. Digging down, he pulled at the ground to find what food he could. Gleefully he discovered a mass of dead grass, and uncovered more for the yearling by his side. "Bon appetit, mon petite."
That was when he saw her.
Sighing, he turned his head to look at the yearling silently following behind him. Vici had quickly learned how to move quietly, as Scath had pounded into his head that the foal must be stealthy and rapid- attacking, like a viper, due to his small and easily broken frame. How could the mare leave this little one? He had hardly been old enough to wean from her milk when she galloped away. The poor thing had to learn to devour grass- and the grass was already dying. Hunger knotted his stomach, as was typical of the winter months. He, having repeated this state of life so frequently, was used to this feeling by now. He knew he could go quite a bit longer fasting, but the awkwardly growing foal needed nutrients.
"You have to be getting hungry, Vici, even I am and I don't need as much to keep me going." He sighed, wishing the foal remembered to tell him when he needed something. The terrible dam he had, however, wanted nothing to do with this creature and likely punished him if the little one so much as uttered a word about needing to eat. He scoffed to himself. Winter took a great toll on every horse in the land- save for the rare few who never seemed to grow thinner. He couldn't place it- it was something to do with what made them alphas, as far as he knew. "We'll be stopping soon."
The East was full of lush meadows, a seemingly endless grassland his skinny self desired with every fibre of his being. Surely Vici wished for it, as well. As they broke into the empty lands- Ramaskith wasn't particularly intelligent about protecting the lands he had owned and the ones he had captured- he looked for a spot where the snow hadn't been ground up by hungry hooves. He grinned as he reached a wide, open area. Digging down, he pulled at the ground to find what food he could. Gleefully he discovered a mass of dead grass, and uncovered more for the yearling by his side. "Bon appetit, mon petite."
That was when he saw her.
