Running with the Wolves; Voudou

[Jason]

Jason waited in blind hope. Voudou would help him feel again; perhaps she had the power to instill strength back into his muscles. It was a funny thought; to think that in the beginning Jason was the provider for her, and now she was his hidden strength among the despair. Although the one fear- Voudou had always preyed upon weakness and now Jason stood in the essence of death. His magic was growing. He could tell by how little it took from him to call for the mare. The weakness did not prevent Jason from lifting his head when Voudou came running towards him. She engulfed herself in his neck, and he returned by leaning into her briefly and pressing his lips to her mane. She still held her beauty and strength; characteristics Jason believed she was incapable of losing. He smiled as he felt his breath come easier in her presence. Voudou quickly pulled away and Jason released her without fight; he never could tame her independence. It was another enduring quality she had. Jason’s ears lifted as he heard the tiny hooves. The owner of the hooves was soon presented to him, and she was breathtaking; she was the perfect mix of her parents. Jason’s face relaxed, and he lowered his head to nibble on the top of the foals mane. ”Hey there, Sretan.” He said with fatherly awe wrapped in each syllable. He looked up. ”Voudou…she is gorgeous just like her mother.” A pause. ”Thank you.” He solemnly finished. jason magical son of eol and ashling