02-19-2021, 01:07 PM
Not a few hours in and I somehow manage to find a tick. A little filly, one who didn’t know how big mouths asked for bigger trouble, and who was starting to get on my nerves. The rain might’ve been coming down gently but it was still coming down, steadily soaking my wings and dragging my hair into my eyes, and the last thing I wanted was to hear snarky responses like ‘we don’t have strangers here’. Which, what even was that? She reminded me of some rejected foal from my den days - a weird one who always stood alone at the fringes and watched the others play, useless and pathetically sad.
That made me feel less-conflicted about using magic against her.
I did love the sensation of my power, the way it built up inside of me as a natural charge. Whether it was in the air or in my blood, I could always feel it around me. Magic as present and real as breathing, flowing through me and all around us. The telltale sign of it was on my skin and in my glare. Spiders would crawl out from the black points on my coat, invisible in the dark, and spin their webs over my golden fur in a frenzied panic. I would glare at my target: the little filly in this instance. Then I’d ask her a question, maybe distract her somehow, right before…
I blinked.
They meet rude boys? That’s what she thought happened to babies who wandered away from their mum?
She really was a little tick, wasn’t she? A regular parasite. I threw my head up and barked out a laugh, severing my connection with the magic that surely would’ve proven her theory to be lacking in all the most horrible ways, and then sneered back down at the ballsy female. Mares. They were always the same, big or small. “Very clever.” I complimented her. Poor kidd probably didn’t get many of those. With a flick of my tail I turned my back to her and shuffled off again, unbothered if she chose to follow or not. I had bigger problems, and whoever she was it was clear to me that she was less than a threat to my livelihood.
That made me feel less-conflicted about using magic against her.
I did love the sensation of my power, the way it built up inside of me as a natural charge. Whether it was in the air or in my blood, I could always feel it around me. Magic as present and real as breathing, flowing through me and all around us. The telltale sign of it was on my skin and in my glare. Spiders would crawl out from the black points on my coat, invisible in the dark, and spin their webs over my golden fur in a frenzied panic. I would glare at my target: the little filly in this instance. Then I’d ask her a question, maybe distract her somehow, right before…
I blinked.
They meet rude boys? That’s what she thought happened to babies who wandered away from their mum?
She really was a little tick, wasn’t she? A regular parasite. I threw my head up and barked out a laugh, severing my connection with the magic that surely would’ve proven her theory to be lacking in all the most horrible ways, and then sneered back down at the ballsy female. Mares. They were always the same, big or small. “Very clever.” I complimented her. Poor kidd probably didn’t get many of those. With a flick of my tail I turned my back to her and shuffled off again, unbothered if she chose to follow or not. I had bigger problems, and whoever she was it was clear to me that she was less than a threat to my livelihood.
Narcisus
@[Calavera] this doesn't have to be an ender! Just him making a conscious decision not to start trouble, lol.
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