lupei
What the truth is, I can't say anymore
He can’t really put a finger on what he’s doing here. It was madness for him, to be this close to the Jungle. The lion tattoo that Prague had given him during the war was already fading from blue to purple, sending a sharp pain through his shoulder and he was only just inside the borders of the golden kingdom. But he can’t help him himself. For some strange reason he’s growing a sentimental bone and there’s something lying in wait among the desert sands that piques his interest and dulls the ache in his shoulder.
A child lies in wait. One of his own blood but more importantly, mothered by a mare he’d seen more times than Zojja. Of course, his pale companion was paramount over any other coupling he’d engaged in, but she was gone and the fruits of their labor had scattered with her. His son Wyrm was the only one that occasionally crept back from time to time and even then, Lupei was never quite sure if his intentions were good or bad. The green colt worried him sometimes. So, alone and without much more reason than base instinct, he’d sought out an old haunt and decided to revert to the old ways - if only for a night.
But Syl, soon to be the mother of their third foal, had never really left him. She kept floating into his consciousness even when he wasn’t prompted, bringing with her the memories of them entangled. Helping raise the twins must have broken something inside of him, or else he simply would have no other reason to explain why he was cantering easily over the dunes, flaming mane and tail buffeted by the dry winds. It would be easier to find her as a wolf, but the thought of a thick, black coat in this heat is unbearable, so he makes his way to the most obvious destination, a nearby oasis, and extinguishes his gift as he slows to a halt just outside the protective cover of the shade.
“Syl?” He calls out, head lowering to peer into the darkness. There’s a flicker of movement near the back, a flash of green. The stallion eases inward, trying not to encroach too much into their small alcove, but his curiosity is overwhelming. His youngest has just risen, body displaying dark yet unusual colors. Lupei’s head tilts, brow rising with interest. “A girl?” He questions, surprise expressed in his tone. His bright eyes turn to the amethyst mare, wondering (for once) what was on her mind.
