Reign wasn’t certain when she fell asleep, only that it happened after she nestled herself up among the roots of a tree nearest the river. The roan filly lifted her head to yawn, her jaws stretching impossibly wide, her fangs barely slipping out of their sheath; she flicked her black tongue out to taste the air and groaned outwardly at the thought of moving at all.
Still, she needed to get up. If she was going to find her mother, cuddling tree bark just wasn’t going to cut it. Snorting, Reign pushed herself up to stand and shook the snow from her back; she stretched out her shadowy wings (less substantial now out in the light of the day) and stuck one back leg out behind her with a not-so-lady-like grunt.
And that was when she noticed the strange ripples and bubbles fighting against the current.
Whatever was under the water was... big, certainly too big for the average river fish that she remembered. Her yellow eyes grew wide, her heart started to pound and she was vaguely aware of the way her sides started to heave in and out.
Father was back, of course he was.
He would have never let his prey go so easil—
First, she saw the ears. They swiveled around like little radars. Next came the topmost half of a face and a pair of eyes. She cocked her head in confusion, angling her horn off to the right. Whatever this was? It didn’t look like any manner of beast her father would have chosen to take the shape of. There was a funny feeling that came over her, briefly, almost like the one she felt whenever Charlie was around but it was gone before she could be certain of what it was.
The creature rose from the water and she could see that he was a horse, though he bore wings made from the waves and cast steam where the cold air kissed his skin. “It’s not by choice,” she replied, studying him carefully—there was just... something a smidge familiar about his face, but it wasn’t obvious enough for her to realize just what that was.
“A spooky jungle?” Reign grinned, particularly delighted to be speaking to someone—anyone—after all her time alone out there among the stars in the black. “I’m Reign. I lived in Tephra with my mom and my brother, do you know where that is?” She asked, because if he did know, he could at least point her in the right direction. She never would have guessed how many years had come and went, never would have recognized her own twin even if she saw him—
They would likely believe they were seeing her ghost.
Still, she needed to get up. If she was going to find her mother, cuddling tree bark just wasn’t going to cut it. Snorting, Reign pushed herself up to stand and shook the snow from her back; she stretched out her shadowy wings (less substantial now out in the light of the day) and stuck one back leg out behind her with a not-so-lady-like grunt.
And that was when she noticed the strange ripples and bubbles fighting against the current.
Whatever was under the water was... big, certainly too big for the average river fish that she remembered. Her yellow eyes grew wide, her heart started to pound and she was vaguely aware of the way her sides started to heave in and out.
Father was back, of course he was.
He would have never let his prey go so easil—
First, she saw the ears. They swiveled around like little radars. Next came the topmost half of a face and a pair of eyes. She cocked her head in confusion, angling her horn off to the right. Whatever this was? It didn’t look like any manner of beast her father would have chosen to take the shape of. There was a funny feeling that came over her, briefly, almost like the one she felt whenever Charlie was around but it was gone before she could be certain of what it was.
The creature rose from the water and she could see that he was a horse, though he bore wings made from the waves and cast steam where the cold air kissed his skin. “It’s not by choice,” she replied, studying him carefully—there was just... something a smidge familiar about his face, but it wasn’t obvious enough for her to realize just what that was.
“A spooky jungle?” Reign grinned, particularly delighted to be speaking to someone—anyone—after all her time alone out there among the stars in the black. “I’m Reign. I lived in Tephra with my mom and my brother, do you know where that is?” She asked, because if he did know, he could at least point her in the right direction. She never would have guessed how many years had come and went, never would have recognized her own twin even if she saw him—
They would likely believe they were seeing her ghost.
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