05-31-2017, 08:00 AM
Jinju
It would be a lie if she said that she had never thought of her sire. Of who he was or what he looked like. With the years the memory of her dam had faded. Since that was the one mother who had willingly left her behind, Jinju didn’t bother to spend a single moment thinking of her. With that, she had let go any thought of her sire too.
Never had she expected that she was a smaller version of him. An almost perfect copy.
”I do too” she says, after another short pause. There was no point in lying, he would instinctively know that what she had known too. Jinju’s ruby gaze hadn’t left the one of the stallion in front of her, ears altering between pointing straight forward and turned back. Nobody had ever prepared her for this.
Perhaps that is why she notices the arrival of another first. Her third mother, the one she had spent so long looking for. Her breath hitches and the fire flares. The flame of hope burning brighter with every heartbeat. Jinju’s voice is barely a whisper. ”Mom.”
She does not move, just watches. Ruby eyes never leaving the stag with huge antlers that revealed itself. No gray, no emerald, but many colors swirling. There is red too, from a wound, still bleeding and fresh. Her brows knit together in a worried frown.
A bit nervous and uneasy her ears flick back and forth, eyes flickering to her sire’s massive form. Not only had she not expected to meet him like this, but this was clearly not how she had imagined to find her mother again. The fire within her flares, growing bolder and wilder, licking the little restrains that she has to hold back. She takes one step forward, then stilling again, unsure ow how to handle the situation.
Never had she expected that she was a smaller version of him. An almost perfect copy.
”I do too” she says, after another short pause. There was no point in lying, he would instinctively know that what she had known too. Jinju’s ruby gaze hadn’t left the one of the stallion in front of her, ears altering between pointing straight forward and turned back. Nobody had ever prepared her for this.
Perhaps that is why she notices the arrival of another first. Her third mother, the one she had spent so long looking for. Her breath hitches and the fire flares. The flame of hope burning brighter with every heartbeat. Jinju’s voice is barely a whisper. ”Mom.”
She does not move, just watches. Ruby eyes never leaving the stag with huge antlers that revealed itself. No gray, no emerald, but many colors swirling. There is red too, from a wound, still bleeding and fresh. Her brows knit together in a worried frown.
A bit nervous and uneasy her ears flick back and forth, eyes flickering to her sire’s massive form. Not only had she not expected to meet him like this, but this was clearly not how she had imagined to find her mother again. The fire within her flares, growing bolder and wilder, licking the little restrains that she has to hold back. She takes one step forward, then stilling again, unsure ow how to handle the situation.