09-28-2025, 01:41 AM
harrowed
When Harrowed has gone too long between feedings, when the need for rage and sorrow grows too strong and he becomes reckless with his hunts, it feels as though he has lost control of himself.
But it is never like this.
Never before has his body moved truly against his will, despite all attempts to divert it. He changes between canine to shadow to equine in an exhaustive attempt to disrupt whatever it is that has had control over him. None of his family are nearby, and he had not bothered with making friends, so there is no one to help.
(Perhaps his mother could no matter where she was – but just as he is deciding to see if she will hear him she sends only a brush of regret and encouragement)
It does not bring him comfort to know that this is something Beyza either cannot or will not disrupt.
Onward he moves, to an area of Beqanna he hadn’t yet felt curious about – there had been no need for this young stallion to climb the mountain before but now he does. The arcs of lightning at his side flickering with his agitation and worry. Until he senses it – the fear and uncertainty and rage of those who are also caught up in this. Their emotions call to him, a tonic so strong it may have made him stumble if someone else weren’t currently in control of his limbs.
When they finally stop, Harrowed is partially distressed to find out he still cannot move and partially too distracted and hungry for the negative emotions gathering upon the rocky mountainside.
But it is never like this.
Never before has his body moved truly against his will, despite all attempts to divert it. He changes between canine to shadow to equine in an exhaustive attempt to disrupt whatever it is that has had control over him. None of his family are nearby, and he had not bothered with making friends, so there is no one to help.
(Perhaps his mother could no matter where she was – but just as he is deciding to see if she will hear him she sends only a brush of regret and encouragement)
It does not bring him comfort to know that this is something Beyza either cannot or will not disrupt.
Onward he moves, to an area of Beqanna he hadn’t yet felt curious about – there had been no need for this young stallion to climb the mountain before but now he does. The arcs of lightning at his side flickering with his agitation and worry. Until he senses it – the fear and uncertainty and rage of those who are also caught up in this. Their emotions call to him, a tonic so strong it may have made him stumble if someone else weren’t currently in control of his limbs.
When they finally stop, Harrowed is partially distressed to find out he still cannot move and partially too distracted and hungry for the negative emotions gathering upon the rocky mountainside.