08-23-2021, 02:36 PM
I am Heaven sent, don't you dare forget
The jaguar colt had learned to give the playground a wide birth. He had already had plenty of experience with foals his own age in his short stint in the Den and he had no desire to repeat it. He was aware that it was strange for a foal to only have adults as companions but he doesn’t mind, finding there is much to observe in the Pampas and that the adults seem much more reasonable than children anyways. They don’t make fun of him for his lack of control with his abilities, don’t make him feel strange when he glows gold at night, don’t make him feel like he is bad for simply being what he is.
There is something deeply ingrained in him though that eventually pulls him towards the playground late at night. A morbid curiosity perhaps or a reluctance to admit that he needs to be accepted by his peers. Perhaps he only comes when the sun had well settled behind the Mountain because he figures there will be no-one to find. The better to call the souls of the dead as playmates if nobody is watching. Those back amongst the wildflowers never stop him from his midnight excursions. They never discourage him from anything really as long as he uses his head and doesn’t make stupid decisions, the only clear rule being to stay away from the East for the time being. He’s not sure why but had quickly lost interest in asking when there were so many things to be distracted with.
He is no stranger to fairies and fae, remembering the one that had watched over him in the Den as well as the Fan Prince of the Pampas. However he’s not sure he’s ever seen one become unnerved by simply being stared at and he watches with open fascination as she finally disappears under the black and pink colt’s scrutiny. The colt is quick to take her place as as his glowing golden body draws closer, he catches the words of triumph issued by the fairies nemesis. In return, he snorts with open amusement. Apparently this boy knew nothing about faerie. “If you’re a fairy then do magic.” He says from behind him, his yellow eyes sparkling with mischief. There is a moment of hesitance, a twinge of doubt, where he wonders if this is part of the terrible in him that would make such a request. There is also a blink of a thought that it is strange to find another foal here so late at night, knowing his night travels weren't a social norm with most children. He is insanely curious though which quickly outweighs his doubts as he keeps his feral gaze trained on the other and waits to be impressed.
There is something deeply ingrained in him though that eventually pulls him towards the playground late at night. A morbid curiosity perhaps or a reluctance to admit that he needs to be accepted by his peers. Perhaps he only comes when the sun had well settled behind the Mountain because he figures there will be no-one to find. The better to call the souls of the dead as playmates if nobody is watching. Those back amongst the wildflowers never stop him from his midnight excursions. They never discourage him from anything really as long as he uses his head and doesn’t make stupid decisions, the only clear rule being to stay away from the East for the time being. He’s not sure why but had quickly lost interest in asking when there were so many things to be distracted with.
He is no stranger to fairies and fae, remembering the one that had watched over him in the Den as well as the Fan Prince of the Pampas. However he’s not sure he’s ever seen one become unnerved by simply being stared at and he watches with open fascination as she finally disappears under the black and pink colt’s scrutiny. The colt is quick to take her place as as his glowing golden body draws closer, he catches the words of triumph issued by the fairies nemesis. In return, he snorts with open amusement. Apparently this boy knew nothing about faerie. “If you’re a fairy then do magic.” He says from behind him, his yellow eyes sparkling with mischief. There is a moment of hesitance, a twinge of doubt, where he wonders if this is part of the terrible in him that would make such a request. There is also a blink of a thought that it is strange to find another foal here so late at night, knowing his night travels weren't a social norm with most children. He is insanely curious though which quickly outweighs his doubts as he keeps his feral gaze trained on the other and waits to be impressed.
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