Levi is moving like a shadow threw a copse of oak trees. His frame is large and heavy but his mottled dark coat helps to obscure him. At three years old he is more stallion than boy, but even so, he has more growing to do. His father had passed on may gifts, Levi considered his formidable size to be one of them. Mismatched eyes rove the world around him, then settle on the form of a stranger bathing... The common lands seem to be full of the young and homeless.
She, his fire, prompts him. Levi could feel the heat rising in his chest cavity, building, ready for release. But wounded creatures could be dangerous. The colt was young, maybe a yearling, but age didn’t mean much here. The water moved about this colt in strange ways, something he didn’t notice at first. But now, after watching him for a while it was obvious to Levi’s eye that something was encouraging the flow of the stream to caress the colt. Or more likely, someone.
The stranger turns and is leaving the protection the river, protection the colt had no idea the water was providing him. Levi tenses, if he continues walking the two will soon meet face to face. Not many trees separate Levi and the pebbled river bank. But the dark of his pelt shrouds him in the shadows of the tree trunks. Now he can see the extent of the others injuries, the severity soothing his mind slightly. If their interaction becomes a disagreement this will surly weaken any power he may have. He reaches the bank and the boy’s head droops as he seems to be overwhelmed with weariness. His observation complete, Levi moves forward. He doesn’t attempt to greet the colt, but unless he is napping very deeply he should notice the scent or sounds of the approaching beast. Levi halts, not far off, but outside of striking range. He is always wary of strangers. And pretty much everyone is a stranger.
Turning his head, he inspects the injuries of the green and lavender colt, now that he has a better view. “That one looks bad.” His voice is gruff for one so newly a stallion. He gestures with his muzzle to the worst wound. Levi flairs his nostrils and inhales, the soak in the stream has stripped the colt of any scent he may have carried form his homeland. He only carries the odor of blood and a hint of puss, but no suggestion of where he has come from. Not that it matters much, he is here now.
“Sometimes you need more than river water to cleanse a wound.” Matter of fact. To the point. Levi doesn’t really care about this boy’s wellbeing, but he does love to experiment. “Heat can purify your wound.” He leaves that statement to hang in the air between them. A wicked grin pulls at the corners of his pale lips, half suppressed and half indulged.
She, his fire, prompts him. Levi could feel the heat rising in his chest cavity, building, ready for release. But wounded creatures could be dangerous. The colt was young, maybe a yearling, but age didn’t mean much here. The water moved about this colt in strange ways, something he didn’t notice at first. But now, after watching him for a while it was obvious to Levi’s eye that something was encouraging the flow of the stream to caress the colt. Or more likely, someone.
The stranger turns and is leaving the protection the river, protection the colt had no idea the water was providing him. Levi tenses, if he continues walking the two will soon meet face to face. Not many trees separate Levi and the pebbled river bank. But the dark of his pelt shrouds him in the shadows of the tree trunks. Now he can see the extent of the others injuries, the severity soothing his mind slightly. If their interaction becomes a disagreement this will surly weaken any power he may have. He reaches the bank and the boy’s head droops as he seems to be overwhelmed with weariness. His observation complete, Levi moves forward. He doesn’t attempt to greet the colt, but unless he is napping very deeply he should notice the scent or sounds of the approaching beast. Levi halts, not far off, but outside of striking range. He is always wary of strangers. And pretty much everyone is a stranger.
Turning his head, he inspects the injuries of the green and lavender colt, now that he has a better view. “That one looks bad.” His voice is gruff for one so newly a stallion. He gestures with his muzzle to the worst wound. Levi flairs his nostrils and inhales, the soak in the stream has stripped the colt of any scent he may have carried form his homeland. He only carries the odor of blood and a hint of puss, but no suggestion of where he has come from. Not that it matters much, he is here now.
“Sometimes you need more than river water to cleanse a wound.” Matter of fact. To the point. Levi doesn’t really care about this boy’s wellbeing, but he does love to experiment. “Heat can purify your wound.” He leaves that statement to hang in the air between them. A wicked grin pulls at the corners of his pale lips, half suppressed and half indulged.
Levi
so scream you, out from behind the bitter ache.
@[Radar] let's boil water??