02-23-2017, 12:12 PM
POTION & ECCO
Potion flicked her tail, watching the quiet forest with a pastel stare and shooing flies from landing on her silvered hips. They buzzed in droves, erratically landing and taking off again but boy were they persistant. There were always a few stragglers, those that simply refused to answer death’s call, lingering overlong in the world. Pests, true pests. When the nuisance became unbearable she simply ended them, sending them to their doom as tiny dust particles falling to the damp earth. Ash to ash as they say, and she watched them fall, a few stray dust motes snagged by the breeze.
Ecco was not far off, grazing the patches of grass that were still wet with dew in some places. However it seemed that they had traded demeanors for the day. She did not look on the world contemplative and irritated, she was relaxed, seeming to enjoy how she had nothing particular to worry about. It might have been due to the fact that she was no longer with child and that had cheered Ecco’s mood immensely. Being pregnant was burdensome and uncomfortable and then, painful. It was not something that she would be keen on doing again, not anytime soon. She felt truly free, her gift returned, her figure sleek and and athletic. And of course there was Deimos, she had taken a liking to him, they were cut from the same cloth in some ways.
When the product of their relations broke the treeline Ecco looked up from the damp clover, a low nicker by way of greeting. “Deathwish,” she said almost in a nonchalant way. While she did love the child, it was made of her blood, a product of power, she was never the overly affectionate type. Not one to waste words on repetitive I love you’s and cling with unwanted embraces. It was not her way.
Potion offered a smile and touched her nose softly to the girl as she progressed. They differed in that way, Potion had always been more prone to give soft touches and warm welcomes. Even now they displayed their true natures, even of they appeared one in the same on the outside.
“I’m glad you’ve come,” Potion began, her words even and calm. “Kirin is restored and Mother is returned to him, your gifts will certainly be of use to the family.” There was a pause after, one to gauge a reaction, waiting for the young one to protest in some manner but hoping she had been raised well enough to refrain from such displays.
Ecco was not far off, grazing the patches of grass that were still wet with dew in some places. However it seemed that they had traded demeanors for the day. She did not look on the world contemplative and irritated, she was relaxed, seeming to enjoy how she had nothing particular to worry about. It might have been due to the fact that she was no longer with child and that had cheered Ecco’s mood immensely. Being pregnant was burdensome and uncomfortable and then, painful. It was not something that she would be keen on doing again, not anytime soon. She felt truly free, her gift returned, her figure sleek and and athletic. And of course there was Deimos, she had taken a liking to him, they were cut from the same cloth in some ways.
When the product of their relations broke the treeline Ecco looked up from the damp clover, a low nicker by way of greeting. “Deathwish,” she said almost in a nonchalant way. While she did love the child, it was made of her blood, a product of power, she was never the overly affectionate type. Not one to waste words on repetitive I love you’s and cling with unwanted embraces. It was not her way.
Potion offered a smile and touched her nose softly to the girl as she progressed. They differed in that way, Potion had always been more prone to give soft touches and warm welcomes. Even now they displayed their true natures, even of they appeared one in the same on the outside.
“I’m glad you’ve come,” Potion began, her words even and calm. “Kirin is restored and Mother is returned to him, your gifts will certainly be of use to the family.” There was a pause after, one to gauge a reaction, waiting for the young one to protest in some manner but hoping she had been raised well enough to refrain from such displays.
dont you open up that window, dont you let out that antidote
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