She hadn't really planned on another foal, but sometimes things happen like that - catch you by surprise. So anyway she'd suffered through the long days and nights of being fat and bloated and uncomfortable, and she had discovered that shifting meant she didn't actually experience any of those things. The physical ailments - including the near-constant irritation of her peeling skin and flesh -
are nothing when she is in ghost form. She simply hadn't been able to reach the ghost form when she was pregnant with Puce, and so her first son had borne the weight of his mother's poor feelings about pregnancy. Cassie hadn't been a bad mother, not even as bad a mother as her own, but she hadn't been a stellar parent either. She was determined to try harder this time around.
It helped that he was more like her, from the start. He was not entirely of this world, either. Not a child conceived in the middle of some sort of demonic quest through time and space like Cassie, but not as depressingly unlike her as Puce had been. Her first son had inherited only her worst trait - the rotting flesh, the constant appearance of a creature half-decomposed - and the little purple mare had never know how to prepare him for the world. God, she'd tried, but how do you explain to a child that most will never get past the ugly surface? Cyrus was beautiful - purple with just a dusting of orange, and special. He couldn't walk amongst the spirits but he could see them, talk to them; he didn't half wonder if she was insane like Puce had when her powers returned. He could shift, too, though he took the form of a canine. Now, he was fluffy and cuddly.
Someday, he would be fierce.
They travel together, he tumbling alongside on soft paws and her soundless in her ghost form. A question brings her attention back down, and she smiles at the boy. 'We're looking for a home,' she answers him, running the softest of touches down his back. He will feel it because she wants him to, but it is too light for a corporeal touch, more like something most would brush off as a feeling or a breeze. 'I'm hoping this place, Taiga, might suit us.'There'd been the slightest of rumors, through the ghost network, of other wolves here. Maybe not Cyrus' father (she hoped - she'd intended that to be a one-time encounter) but others.
'Do you like it so far?'
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