11-13-2016, 09:53 PM
Jinju
Over the past half year she had grown comfortable with the Taiga and all her habitants. Within the borders of her (their?) home she didn’t shy away anymore, neither walked around skittishly, except for the rare occasion that new faces showed up. The strange thing was that her curiosity drove her to seek them out, eager to lay her ruby eyes upon them, even if she was too shy to actually step up to them by herself.
Jinju had noticed the arrival of strangers, their scents unfamiliar and absolutely not mingled with the Taiga’s fresh, spicy one. They didn’t belong here. Sneaking like a wolf – like her father had learned her – she had sneaked towards them. Her head low, ears alert for sounds and she carefully placed her hooves to not make any sounds that could give away her presence. Of course she wasn’t quite there yet, she still had lots to learn, but the inky black girl liked to believe that she was doing a great job.
She looks at them from her hiding spot. One golden, almost like her sister Heda but without the pretty blue, one dark and the last one is the one that intrigues her the most. A bunny tail? However, she doesn’t have a long time to study them. She has grown accustomed to the sound of wings, both her father and sister – although none related to her by blood – supported a pair. She watches the black and white and purple stallion land and address the group. A smile tugging on the corners of her lips, Jinju simply couldn’t stop it.
”Dad!” she exclaims enthusiastically, bouncing out of her hiding place to push herself up against his side tightly. Partly because she was still shy to confront them all alone, she would feel naked and unprotected, but also because she was cold. Without her fire or Reagan’s magic to keep her warm, she wasn’t able to fight the cold on her own. Ruan’s side provided her both safety and warmth. Brushing her muzzle across her father’s shoulder, she greets him silently, before shyly glancing up at the three strangers.
She’s hesitant to say something to them, not really sure what, but perhaps it was a good idea to copy her father’s words. Unaware of the resemblance she had with one of their prior leaders – as Jinju was almost a perfect copy of Offspring except for the small dot on her forehead: ruby eyes and ink black coat – she dips her head lightly, before offering a small smile. ”Hi” she says, and although short, not less meaningful.
Jinju had noticed the arrival of strangers, their scents unfamiliar and absolutely not mingled with the Taiga’s fresh, spicy one. They didn’t belong here. Sneaking like a wolf – like her father had learned her – she had sneaked towards them. Her head low, ears alert for sounds and she carefully placed her hooves to not make any sounds that could give away her presence. Of course she wasn’t quite there yet, she still had lots to learn, but the inky black girl liked to believe that she was doing a great job.
She looks at them from her hiding spot. One golden, almost like her sister Heda but without the pretty blue, one dark and the last one is the one that intrigues her the most. A bunny tail? However, she doesn’t have a long time to study them. She has grown accustomed to the sound of wings, both her father and sister – although none related to her by blood – supported a pair. She watches the black and white and purple stallion land and address the group. A smile tugging on the corners of her lips, Jinju simply couldn’t stop it.
”Dad!” she exclaims enthusiastically, bouncing out of her hiding place to push herself up against his side tightly. Partly because she was still shy to confront them all alone, she would feel naked and unprotected, but also because she was cold. Without her fire or Reagan’s magic to keep her warm, she wasn’t able to fight the cold on her own. Ruan’s side provided her both safety and warmth. Brushing her muzzle across her father’s shoulder, she greets him silently, before shyly glancing up at the three strangers.
She’s hesitant to say something to them, not really sure what, but perhaps it was a good idea to copy her father’s words. Unaware of the resemblance she had with one of their prior leaders – as Jinju was almost a perfect copy of Offspring except for the small dot on her forehead: ruby eyes and ink black coat – she dips her head lightly, before offering a small smile. ”Hi” she says, and although short, not less meaningful.