09-20-2021, 08:09 PM
Ehko
Her mind already miles away from the frozen shores, Ehko was caught off-guard by a strange cry. Huglava! A horse had shouted, causing her to stop chewing. She lifted her head from the turf and pointed her ears at the sound, trying to decipher its meaning, and saw the source of all the noise trotting swiftly in her direction.
The bay was a fine-looking stallion, even with his nose skimming the ground. He had a smooth gait; none of his hooves were lifting and chopping back down, an awkward habit Ehko’s mother had cured her of when she’d taught herself to walk again. Initially nothing about him seemed alarming, and if Ehko hadn’t been trapped inside of an ice bubble the reception she gave him might’ve been a little nicer.
As it was, being naively unassuming and overly helpful had already gotten her killed once. Ehko wasn’t exactly keen for round two, so soon after reawakening. Her pale cornsilk ears flattened themselves backwards, a silent back off that was familiar among their kind, and the rest of her straightened up in anticipation of having to bite him back from coming any closer. She didn’t know what huglava meant in his language, but she wasn’t interested in having any.
That was when a frog hopped into her line of sight. Ehko glared it down, and when it hopped close enough there was a subtle change in her demeanor; from irate to cold-blooded, she waited until the frog was looking up at her quietly and she contemplated striking out at it with a forehoof. One good stomp, she reasoned, would be enough to finish the job.
The bay interrupted her, and the frog’s good luck was what kept her scaled leg firmly in place. “Is that frog a huglava?” Ehko insisted on an answer, now that she knew the stranger could speak common tongue. “And why are you claiming it interrupted my meal? It was your yelling to blame - not something you plucked out of a pond.” Her lip curled, indignant.
The bay was a fine-looking stallion, even with his nose skimming the ground. He had a smooth gait; none of his hooves were lifting and chopping back down, an awkward habit Ehko’s mother had cured her of when she’d taught herself to walk again. Initially nothing about him seemed alarming, and if Ehko hadn’t been trapped inside of an ice bubble the reception she gave him might’ve been a little nicer.
As it was, being naively unassuming and overly helpful had already gotten her killed once. Ehko wasn’t exactly keen for round two, so soon after reawakening. Her pale cornsilk ears flattened themselves backwards, a silent back off that was familiar among their kind, and the rest of her straightened up in anticipation of having to bite him back from coming any closer. She didn’t know what huglava meant in his language, but she wasn’t interested in having any.
That was when a frog hopped into her line of sight. Ehko glared it down, and when it hopped close enough there was a subtle change in her demeanor; from irate to cold-blooded, she waited until the frog was looking up at her quietly and she contemplated striking out at it with a forehoof. One good stomp, she reasoned, would be enough to finish the job.
The bay interrupted her, and the frog’s good luck was what kept her scaled leg firmly in place. “Is that frog a huglava?” Ehko insisted on an answer, now that she knew the stranger could speak common tongue. “And why are you claiming it interrupted my meal? It was your yelling to blame - not something you plucked out of a pond.” Her lip curled, indignant.
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