12-03-2015, 06:37 PM
He is familiar with unnatural forevers; His mother belongs to an unnatural forever and by rights, the blood in him should shun the likes of his mother, that ageless medicine-hat mare with her buffalo-scarred breast that both sickened and fascinated him as a wobble-legged colt at her side. But he could no more shun that mare than he could shun the blood that beat thick and primal in his veins, it would be like sloughing off a layer of himself the way that onions do, and the bay cannot ever forget his beginnings in her pale-paint belly behind the red-shielded breast and the way her heartbeat was a lullaby to him in that rocking place of water and baby-dreams.
So he knows what unnatural forevers feel like, even if he’s only known for a short while.
The bay has ceased his ramblings beside some tree or other; his horns itch him terribly at times, and he knocks their spiraling tines against the trunk. Bark scraps off and he cannot help it - it is the tree or his head, and he is rather fond of the rawboned shape of it that could pass for handsome in a romantic and wild way. Nearby, the rose-gray of her breaks from the wood and he cannot help but look up and watch the way she wends through the grass, petite and pony-ish, so unlike his older half-sister so full of restlessness and lacking the grace that this pretty gray possessed. He thinks of joining her, or her peace compels him to, and he is on the cusp of such an idea when a paint stallion emerges from the underbrush and joins her first. Mandan almost snorts rudely until something in the stallion’s scent gives him pause --
His nostrils flare widely as he sucks in breath after breath; neither time nor wilderness could mask the underlying smell he imagines is still there - mother, an epithet honorable and hushed on his lips in recognition of the only link they share in their bloodline. Blood recognizes blood, even unshed, and brother calls to brother through the flesh in the beat of their hearts; maybe that is why he moves with a haunted look on his face towards the pair of them, his muzzle awkwardly outstretched in greeting to both of them.
He pulls his muzzle back, almost tucks his chin to his chest then squares himself to stand straight but non-threatening, not spoiling for a fight amongst the more veteran stallion but simply chuffing towards him in a more naturally communicative way before offering a short but boyish “Hello,” to the lovely little mare. ooc: Hi Holland! I played Arzi's mom and dad and this is his half-brother that he most likely has no clue about haha. Thought I'd tag along on this post and have Mandan meet them both, hope you don't mind! <3
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