12-05-2020, 06:35 PM
He wakes to the squawks of parrots ringing in his ears.
Nekane is curled against him, and together they are wrapped in the warmth and security of their twin. The early calls of the rainbow-colored birds are as familiar as the heartbeats of his sister, so he doesn’t resent their effective call to rise. Instead he yawns, stretches his tiny hooves out to make shallow trenches in the sandy soil, and jumps to his feet ready to greet the day.
The twins are just old enough to venture away from their mother for a few hours at a time. With an eager gaze and a wagging, bottlebrush tail, he asks Titanya if he may be excused to adventure for a while. When she obliges, Volos turns to Nekane immediately. “Want to come with?” And whether or not she follows, he is off.
Under the verdant green underbrush, the colt becomes a cub. He cavorts through the jungle on his way to the roaring waves beyond the treeline. Here and there, his overlarge paws catch on an errant rock or snaking vine and he tumbles, rolling over himself and laughing at his own inelegant movement. A young parrot watches him fall at one point and dive-bombs him. There is a blur of blue and gold feathers filling his vision and he feels a gentle tug on his scruff. Volos is about to playfully swipe at the bird when he realizes he knows her. There is a distinct chip in her beak that he recognizes. She finds him often, this young macaw, and he decides to race her to the beach.
Parrot and tiger cub take turns chasing each other under the canopy of the dense, tropical forest. Volos makes sure to leave enough room for Nekane if she has decided to join him or if she is trailing somewhere behind him. Hopefully she is enjoying this race as much as he is! Thick clusters of trees eventually give way to the scrub brush just before the dunes. He nimbly weaves through the sea oats and leaps out to bump the low-flying parrot with his shoulder. Putting on the brakes quickly, he sends the bird a toothy grin over his shoulder. “Winner, winner,” he says competitively, mild pride coloring his words. The parrot flaps away with a final squawk.
Powerful waves beat against the shore and the sky darkens in the distance, telling of the summer storm brewing miles out at sea. There is a deep well of curiosity that springs up inside of the young colt-turned-cub. He wonders if it will reach them, this storm, wonders if they will be in danger. He sits down on the dune and curls his striped tail tighter about himself, considering it. It is obvious that he will have to protect them - the lot of the islanders - from whatever may come.
Nekane is curled against him, and together they are wrapped in the warmth and security of their twin. The early calls of the rainbow-colored birds are as familiar as the heartbeats of his sister, so he doesn’t resent their effective call to rise. Instead he yawns, stretches his tiny hooves out to make shallow trenches in the sandy soil, and jumps to his feet ready to greet the day.
The twins are just old enough to venture away from their mother for a few hours at a time. With an eager gaze and a wagging, bottlebrush tail, he asks Titanya if he may be excused to adventure for a while. When she obliges, Volos turns to Nekane immediately. “Want to come with?” And whether or not she follows, he is off.
Under the verdant green underbrush, the colt becomes a cub. He cavorts through the jungle on his way to the roaring waves beyond the treeline. Here and there, his overlarge paws catch on an errant rock or snaking vine and he tumbles, rolling over himself and laughing at his own inelegant movement. A young parrot watches him fall at one point and dive-bombs him. There is a blur of blue and gold feathers filling his vision and he feels a gentle tug on his scruff. Volos is about to playfully swipe at the bird when he realizes he knows her. There is a distinct chip in her beak that he recognizes. She finds him often, this young macaw, and he decides to race her to the beach.
Parrot and tiger cub take turns chasing each other under the canopy of the dense, tropical forest. Volos makes sure to leave enough room for Nekane if she has decided to join him or if she is trailing somewhere behind him. Hopefully she is enjoying this race as much as he is! Thick clusters of trees eventually give way to the scrub brush just before the dunes. He nimbly weaves through the sea oats and leaps out to bump the low-flying parrot with his shoulder. Putting on the brakes quickly, he sends the bird a toothy grin over his shoulder. “Winner, winner,” he says competitively, mild pride coloring his words. The parrot flaps away with a final squawk.
Powerful waves beat against the shore and the sky darkens in the distance, telling of the summer storm brewing miles out at sea. There is a deep well of curiosity that springs up inside of the young colt-turned-cub. He wonders if it will reach them, this storm, wonders if they will be in danger. He sits down on the dune and curls his striped tail tighter about himself, considering it. It is obvious that he will have to protect them - the lot of the islanders - from whatever may come.
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