03-04-2019, 09:15 PM
;The Taiga is a place of ancient trees and cool blue-black shadows, when not playing with the triplets in the miles and miles of trees and fog he still hangs close to Briseis. In spring he’ll be a yearling but he is taking his time with growing up, content with his play and the company of his mother. He’ll have to be chased away a bit at some point, but the dark mare tolerates him, maybe enjoys the attachment. She is growing round with their new sibling. Misfit has been told to stop poking at her belly to make the little stranger inside kick back at him. He nips at his mother’s shoulder playfully as she walks through the quiet forest, and then spirals away to chase and spar with Haunt. He tries to get Harken to race, and affectionately picks on Harbinger. Always going back to Briseis, making her his home base between games.
Breathing hard, he returns to his mother’s side one of these times, tossing head exuberantly. The mustang boy stops when he notices a filly approaching them. She looks like his mother, a little. Her gold blaze draws his eyes and he stares at her as she embraces Briseis. Their voices too are alike, the girls bolder, ringing out against the trees. His blue barred ears twitch in interest and confusion, as their mother introduces them. The grullo boy steps up to meet his sister, extending his blue muzzle back towards her own (the motion eager, less gentle than the roan girls greeting). “Hello!” His blue eyes flash back to Briseis as is to compare them, deciding that Chryseis not a sibling in the same way they triplets are but something closer to him… But how close? How like himself and Momma is she?
“Can you do anything?” He asks stepping closer to smell Chryseis more thoroughly, nosing at her roan neck without being invited, champing his mouth a bit but vibrating with curiosity about the filly. “I can’t do anything, but the triplets can.” He looks for Haunt then, the excitement of meeting his sibling must be shared his them, as everything is shared with the shadow creature. Misfit’s intensity easily comforted when his friend is close.
Breathing hard, he returns to his mother’s side one of these times, tossing head exuberantly. The mustang boy stops when he notices a filly approaching them. She looks like his mother, a little. Her gold blaze draws his eyes and he stares at her as she embraces Briseis. Their voices too are alike, the girls bolder, ringing out against the trees. His blue barred ears twitch in interest and confusion, as their mother introduces them. The grullo boy steps up to meet his sister, extending his blue muzzle back towards her own (the motion eager, less gentle than the roan girls greeting). “Hello!” His blue eyes flash back to Briseis as is to compare them, deciding that Chryseis not a sibling in the same way they triplets are but something closer to him… But how close? How like himself and Momma is she?
“Can you do anything?” He asks stepping closer to smell Chryseis more thoroughly, nosing at her roan neck without being invited, champing his mouth a bit but vibrating with curiosity about the filly. “I can’t do anything, but the triplets can.” He looks for Haunt then, the excitement of meeting his sibling must be shared his them, as everything is shared with the shadow creature. Misfit’s intensity easily comforted when his friend is close.
Misfit
i wouldn't love me neither
