the difference between stupidity and genius is that genius has its limits
Most of Cortex’s fears were silly, little grievances. The world was big, and he was so small. Mostly, though, the fear he shows the other colt was from being startled, something that came easily to him. His older brother liked to pick on him, since he was so jumpy all the time. It was a game he hated. It made him more anxious than anything. Still, he was a bold colt for the most part, so as soon as he realizes that it’s just another colt, about the same age as him, the fear fades quickly, especially when the idea that he might have a new friend takes hold.
The black colt returns the grin that comes from the other. It felt good to have a friend that wasn’t Aqorix. His older brother was much too big for him, and wasn’t always up for a good, rough and tumble play session, especially not when he took mother away to speak to her in quiet tones that Cortex couldn’t hear. That had always bothered him. Why couldn’t he be included? What secrets were his brother and his mother speaking of that he wasn’t allowed to hear?
This felt easy, though, natural, like he had finally found a like-minded friend who might include him in the secrets. Or perhaps they could make up secrets of their own? The thought sends a thrill of excitement through him.
It feels good to take the other colt by surprise. Now they stood on even ground, each of them having startled the other. And his feline grin reflects that. However, the next move his new friend makes takes him by surprise once more. The other shifts into a tiger! And boy does that make Cortex even more excited. They had barely just met, and he had already found something they had in common. He laughs, a throaty sound that blocks out the gurgling of the brook behind him.
Cortex takes the other’s swat with pride and excitement, and when the other bounds off, he follows, stretching his long feline figure as far as it can go to move as quickly as he can. He could easily shift into a cheetah, though, and this race would be woefully unequal in his favor, but he likes his lion form (and he doesn’t want to put his new friend at a disadvantage). So he pounds forward, his bulky figure only a short stride behind the tiger form ahead of him.
When the other colt plunges into the water, Cortex hesitates. Most of his feline instincts bid him to stay away from the water. Water is not my friend, his instincts shout. So to counteract those instincts, he shifts into a tiger form, not unlike the form his friend has taken. Tigers are great swimmers and love water, so it makes him feel more at ease as he plunges in behind the other colt. “So, I didn’t catch your name,” Cortex says, a question behind the statement.
The black colt returns the grin that comes from the other. It felt good to have a friend that wasn’t Aqorix. His older brother was much too big for him, and wasn’t always up for a good, rough and tumble play session, especially not when he took mother away to speak to her in quiet tones that Cortex couldn’t hear. That had always bothered him. Why couldn’t he be included? What secrets were his brother and his mother speaking of that he wasn’t allowed to hear?
This felt easy, though, natural, like he had finally found a like-minded friend who might include him in the secrets. Or perhaps they could make up secrets of their own? The thought sends a thrill of excitement through him.
It feels good to take the other colt by surprise. Now they stood on even ground, each of them having startled the other. And his feline grin reflects that. However, the next move his new friend makes takes him by surprise once more. The other shifts into a tiger! And boy does that make Cortex even more excited. They had barely just met, and he had already found something they had in common. He laughs, a throaty sound that blocks out the gurgling of the brook behind him.
Cortex takes the other’s swat with pride and excitement, and when the other bounds off, he follows, stretching his long feline figure as far as it can go to move as quickly as he can. He could easily shift into a cheetah, though, and this race would be woefully unequal in his favor, but he likes his lion form (and he doesn’t want to put his new friend at a disadvantage). So he pounds forward, his bulky figure only a short stride behind the tiger form ahead of him.
When the other colt plunges into the water, Cortex hesitates. Most of his feline instincts bid him to stay away from the water. Water is not my friend, his instincts shout. So to counteract those instincts, he shifts into a tiger form, not unlike the form his friend has taken. Tigers are great swimmers and love water, so it makes him feel more at ease as he plunges in behind the other colt. “So, I didn’t catch your name,” Cortex says, a question behind the statement.
cortex
@[Volos]