04-14-2023, 10:39 AM
Aodhán
ice and fire
All that is gold does not glitter; not all who wander are lost
Ischia had been lovely for him, Eva, the children. They were independent creatures though, each and every one of them, and sometimes she would prefer the darker male. Aodhán liked him as well, and the odd family they created was just the perfect thing.
Sometimes he would visit the Pampas, though, since the roan mare no longer lead it but a dark stallion had taken over he frequented the place much more anonymously. White snakes with gold spots, a snow owl that definitely didn’t belong in that climate; an oddly mutated albino-like bat, or a butterfly if he felt like it. He even had tried being a flower on Steve’s back.
Today, the sun was bright and warm on his face. Their face, technically, because a flower wasn’t male or female per say, like many of the shapes he could take. No, the equine-at-heart never bothered with trivial things like gender, himself, though he was born a male and would revert to that state when he thought of nothing else, and so he thought of himself as a he.
That’s deviating from today, however - the sun was shining, his face was warm, and his roots were well-fed and moist, so it was a perfect day for a flower and he was mostly oblivious to everything else (that being, the Pampas was no more and he had been drowned with it, but magic would that he resurfaced, and appeared near the Mountain’s base, nearer the border of the Dale).
But perfection couldn’t last forever, and a shadow came over him. Waiting patiently like flowers do, he expected the animal that cast it, or the cloud up in the sky, to pass.
They didn’t. No, instead, there was a disturbance, the sensation of someone touching him and… pulling!
He opened eyes in shock, eyes he hadn’t had before, emerald green within a flowery head. ”Hey!” he yelled from a mouth underneath petals, and waved a leavy arm about to shoo the horse attempting to pluck him.
It was then that the flower grew to be a young stallion (young in mind as he was; about as young as he had been when he’d first changed shape, when he had been cured of the Plague). Emerald eyes in an otherwise almost-white face stared shocked into the other, then found the next horse nearby. ”What… this isn’t the Pampas.” he stammered, looking left and right. It looked like… Hyaline maybe?
Sometimes he would visit the Pampas, though, since the roan mare no longer lead it but a dark stallion had taken over he frequented the place much more anonymously. White snakes with gold spots, a snow owl that definitely didn’t belong in that climate; an oddly mutated albino-like bat, or a butterfly if he felt like it. He even had tried being a flower on Steve’s back.
Today, the sun was bright and warm on his face. Their face, technically, because a flower wasn’t male or female per say, like many of the shapes he could take. No, the equine-at-heart never bothered with trivial things like gender, himself, though he was born a male and would revert to that state when he thought of nothing else, and so he thought of himself as a he.
That’s deviating from today, however - the sun was shining, his face was warm, and his roots were well-fed and moist, so it was a perfect day for a flower and he was mostly oblivious to everything else (that being, the Pampas was no more and he had been drowned with it, but magic would that he resurfaced, and appeared near the Mountain’s base, nearer the border of the Dale).
But perfection couldn’t last forever, and a shadow came over him. Waiting patiently like flowers do, he expected the animal that cast it, or the cloud up in the sky, to pass.
They didn’t. No, instead, there was a disturbance, the sensation of someone touching him and… pulling!
He opened eyes in shock, eyes he hadn’t had before, emerald green within a flowery head. ”Hey!” he yelled from a mouth underneath petals, and waved a leavy arm about to shoo the horse attempting to pluck him.
It was then that the flower grew to be a young stallion (young in mind as he was; about as young as he had been when he’d first changed shape, when he had been cured of the Plague). Emerald eyes in an otherwise almost-white face stared shocked into the other, then found the next horse nearby. ”What… this isn’t the Pampas.” he stammered, looking left and right. It looked like… Hyaline maybe?
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