[ Respond | Andarin: The Mountains ]
Posted by scorpion frog on January 23, 2009, 3:54 am
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Blackbirds. Wolves. Spiders—
“—oh my.” He had a teeny tiny voice to go with his teeny tiny body, a sable red and gold thing slipping out from between the two older stallions, manifesting quite literally out of thin air like a ghost as his tiny pink hooves touched mud for the first time. It was cold and wet and, well, he didn’t really like the feeling of it so he simply stopped two feet (hooves) into it then turned to look back at them expectantly. His eyes were black, very black, and his hair was the color of rust and it was already unusually long for a child that wasn’t even a month old yet.
“It’s alright to follow?” He asked soon, turning around to look at them both, wondering if he had done something wrong by following the older horses into these parts of Andarin. Whenever a child like this made his presence known, it meant that his father wasn’t too far off. Given Wyvern’s nature however, the blackbird always kept himself awry from their presence, always seeming to agitate the golden Oracle.
The child or Sasori as he was yet to be called, turned to look the other way to watch the dozens of blackbirds lined up in the trees nearby. Rook was always watching if not always present, but Sasori was no fool, born a spy at birth, he was as clever as they came.
“I don’t have a name.” He finally said after a long silence, implying that he wanted one to the tall black stallion. He looked to the golden horse as well and waited until the self conducted breeze blew the unnaturally long red bangs out of his face, “You look like you have stories to tell, can I hear one?” Sasori asked with all the sincerity of the world, his dark black eyes shining now as he stepped towards Wyvern. “…Please?”
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