forget all the names we used to know
The gulch is an offshoot from the River, long bled dry from Summer’s heat. If he followed it down, (and he does, there’s sure to be some signs of life nearer to the source) all the way to the mouth where the earth still sprang back from beneath a paw, there was a good chance he’d come across another horse. This was his intention; to find another like himself, subdue them, and bring them back for the white wraith’s approval. To this one task Crevan bent all of his willpower, forgoing a lifetime of ingrained values and morals for a chance in the bright spotlight of his King’s good graces.
This is what he’s becoming.
Whatever had been lacking before in his life, Crevan now felt those areas overflowing. The presence of an unchallenged male authority gave him something to look up to, admire even, and that misguided attachment had him exploring that side of himself he would otherwise suppress. The Taboo, as Gryffen had called it, had led him here: to the quiet fork of land where the bank rose high on either side and the ground was soft as it was wet. He stops.
Crevan can smell her before he can see her, a blessing in disguise. The way she fills his mouth is like mint on the tongue - sharp, not unpleasant. And the warmth to her! There’s something dark, heavy on the breeze when he whuffs again; a taste that reminds him of the Underneath. His footsteps restart, this time with steady purpose and barely a sound.
Hunching low, he eyes the rim of clutter she’s gathered. The purpose of it evades him until he glances quickly above it, to where she’s frozen still. He can see the way her rich, turquoise eyelids are closed in concentration, can feel the thrill of adrenaline seize his muscles when the hidden eyes behind jerk as if lost in a dream. “She sleeps.” He thinks. He’s so sure of himself. He even waits a few minutes more for movement. She shuffles; falls quiet again.
Instinct takes control. Scurrying from his spot, claws scrabbling against stones as his mouth slings open to release a frothing snarl, Crevan scrambles into a flurry of motion as he makes his attack. Springing up from a crouch, leaping quickly in, it happens in the calm stroke of a few moments and then, his gaping mouth is reaching, reaching, reaching for her neck and all of a sudden, he realizes -
“She’s awake.”
revan
@[Celest]