12-18-2016, 11:15 PM
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Ajatar should have been guarded closely.
A loving mother would have kept the girl sheltered, kept her close. Watched her. She had potential as a weapon and was a danger to others and herself. Truly, honestly, someone should be watching her at all times. But her mother was Harmonia, and her mother was always missing, and her mother was an absent creature.
And Ajatar was strong enough to wander on her own.
So she climbs the riverbanks and explores the edges of the kingdom, bored at its lack of life. She'd never met another foal, never seen another child. All she knew were the great beasts her mother associated with - Pollock, Deimos, Rodrik. Nothing but lumbering giants with horns and wings and sardonic grins. Harmonia looked mild in comparison but was a tragically fatal mother to have. It just proved how looks can deceive.
Ajatar didn't appear entirely innocent. Smokey black gray was fine enough, but the scales that covered her legs and hind end like a fine sheet of metal were out of place. A few were broken off with a healed boil underneath, a side effect of her condition. She didn't let it bother her as she splashed through the bank, happy for a change of scenery.
Even happier, still, when she came upon the silent ghost of a mare. She lets out a whinny, a loud noise for such a small foal - not yet a yearling. Her tail switches and she smiled. "Hello there!"
A loving mother would have kept the girl sheltered, kept her close. Watched her. She had potential as a weapon and was a danger to others and herself. Truly, honestly, someone should be watching her at all times. But her mother was Harmonia, and her mother was always missing, and her mother was an absent creature.
And Ajatar was strong enough to wander on her own.
So she climbs the riverbanks and explores the edges of the kingdom, bored at its lack of life. She'd never met another foal, never seen another child. All she knew were the great beasts her mother associated with - Pollock, Deimos, Rodrik. Nothing but lumbering giants with horns and wings and sardonic grins. Harmonia looked mild in comparison but was a tragically fatal mother to have. It just proved how looks can deceive.
Ajatar didn't appear entirely innocent. Smokey black gray was fine enough, but the scales that covered her legs and hind end like a fine sheet of metal were out of place. A few were broken off with a healed boil underneath, a side effect of her condition. She didn't let it bother her as she splashed through the bank, happy for a change of scenery.
Even happier, still, when she came upon the silent ghost of a mare. She lets out a whinny, a loud noise for such a small foal - not yet a yearling. Her tail switches and she smiled. "Hello there!"