With four months of age Raj finds himself pretty adult-like, and his curiosity is a better teacher than even his own mother. However, what Zain and Beetlejuice are capable of, he is not. No power seems to have manifested in him, only the almost weird tendency to creep around and, okay to be honest, he’s quite good at keeping silent, at stalking, at moving unseen.
He has no need to with his new friends. Just like his creeperfriend he likes the ideas the older boy has, of making a second home away from all the adults, and just do what they want, have some fun. The blue-maned colt takes the lead, and Raj shrugs. He know his father is a god, but other than that he has nothing to show for it, and besides, he doesn’t need to be a leader. Too much sunshine for those anyway. He’d rahter just lurk, kill swiftly, and then dissect whatever he’s gotten his hooves on.
Maybe he’s just not the best in a group. But then again, he doesn’t need the group either, just like most horses living in Sylva could easily go their own way and wreak havoc.
All Raj really needs is for some easy prey to walk past his hideout now or then. Perhaps he can claim such a spot in this place of dead pine.
Rajanish
screaming out loud