Spectre
10 Years Old~Jotunheim King
Mentions: The Jotunheim herd
Tagged: The Jotunheim herd
Rholio's indulgent whinny made Spectre grin, the Jotunheim king pivoting lightly on his hooves. Spectre had known Rholio since long before, and though the two were close friends, Rholio had a need to protect, a need to always be guardian to something that often left him too focused to really smell the roses, and Spectre personally felt that the bulkier stallion should have something that let him smile a little more freely and enjoy his time more. Not that he wanted Rholio to slack off, per se, but...
Thinking back to the times he and Nana had surveyed Jotunheim from the high peaks of mountains in silence, the way they had said nothing as they shared a gaze and knew that they had the world and it's responsibilities... The moments spent with Abelia grazing or running that made time seem to pause, even rewind to him being a gangly colt, and her being the only friend that would give him the beauty of connection...
As Aune raced past him, a flash of rich brown and energy that burst out of her to knock into anyone in the vicinity, Spectre let out a neigh of protest at her words, snapping out of his introspection as he took off after, now sure that everyone was following. Maybe even this, with how Aune pulled him into each and every moment, feeling every single twitch of a fly that landed on a muzzle, open to each whim that chose to present itself and following it just because...
Then again, he reminded himself, that would probably give Rholio a bit of a panic attack. Perhaps not, then, but Rholio definitely deserved the chance to have someone else that made them feel that way. They were definitely close, but Spectre got the sense that Rholio needed something to protect, and though Spectre was careless, they had seen each other in enough scrapes to know that Spectre could handle himself just fine.
Surging forward and giving Aune a teasing nip, Spectre shied out of the way just in case she would kick, before looking back, just to check on the others, when he paused in shock. The tops of Jotunheim seemed to tremble, before the snow seemed to shiver, before sliding down the mountain. Not wanting a blind panic, yet knowing that time was of the essence, Spectre caught Nana's eyes, and he knew she understood. A silent conversation ran between them, and he would do his best to play his part. With their positions, it would be easier for her to bring up the back, and for him to lead the way, a strong dark colour for everyone to follow with ease.
He wasn't sure what she did, but he felt the herd's hoofbeats pick up into a fast gallop, and focusing on leading the way, he chuckled as he flashed past Aune in a fast pace. "I'm not going to accept being distracted for a reason to lose this race." He replied teasingly, before he set his eyes on Drasil, pumping his legs and forcing himself to go faster and faster.
They made it just in time, escorted by the crashing of the snow. Taking deep breaths to mask the trembling, he smiled, tossing his head and letting out a neigh to let the other herds know they had arrived. It wasn't a dominant call in any way, yet it was not shy either, simply coming in loud and not caring who heard. Others could make of it what they wanted. They were here.
Spectre shook himself, turning his head back and smiling with ease as his eyes quickly flashed from horse to horse. When he noticed Nana missing, there was only a slight tremble in his smile. Focus on what was here. "Is everyone alright?"
He trusted Nana, he reminded himself. If she could, she would appear later, and she would have his head for letting anything fall into disarray whilst she was gone.
Runa
2 Years Old~First Heat, stage 1 just beginning~
Mentions: Muspelheim herd
Tagged: Siv, Ferox, Duvessa
Runa was in a strange state. Time seemed to move quickly around her, words being spoken and actions being made, but for some reason, they seemed a distance away, muffled by some invisible layer that blurred the eyesight and took the edge of the hearing. In any other situation, Runa would be concerned, but right now, she was content to daze for a little while.
Only her sense of smell stayed as strong as ever, and the scent of rich earth and the tang of sweat tartly stung the nose. Dimly, she was aware that her mother was speaking, and the barrier seemed to fade. Her pupils going wide, she tried to hold unto it, but it disappeared, leaving her to deal with the reality without filing down the rough edges.
Then, there was her mother's voice, and the warmth of Siv's touch. Runa couldn't quite make out the words, but the constant tone was comforting, and Runa pressed herself further into her mother's warmth, wishing for time to stop just for a few moments so she'd have a little time to process her thoughts.
But then, her mother stopped, and Runa looked up, unwilling to shed yet another layer of comfort. But then it was the Baptist, and the huntress, tall elegant mares that seemed almost made out of the snow that surrounded them. Through her stunned mind, Runa grasped at what she knew, and habit made her bob her head respectfully.
Usually, Runa felt that the two were a little creepy. She respected all three of them, she did, but their actions and the way they could influence and read the world around them always made them seem like something other, something she could not simply strike a conversation with. But now, after all the weirdness that had happened, ethereal seemed right at home, and they seemed like peace, like the plants that grew out of the ash after Sutr's frequent eruptions, a bashful apology that the muspelheim herd was often glad to accept.
The huntress was speaking, and as her words finally unfurled themselves in Runa's ears, Runa's stuttering heart started to slow, before her mother's words once more reached her ears. Her mother being more of a stern dam, it was rare to hear her speak so much, basically covering Runa with assurances, and Runa felt the fear beneath it all, as well as the utter relief at their near escape. Letting out a breath, Runa pressed her nose to her mother's, just sharing breaths for a while, seeking some comfort.
Remembering that they were still with company, however, Runa looked back toward the two mares, now once more looking a tad unreachable with their divine status, and gave them a shy nod of thanks and a smile, before she fell quiet, looking to her mother for direction.
10 Years Old~Jotunheim King
Mentions: The Jotunheim herd
Tagged: The Jotunheim herd
Rholio's indulgent whinny made Spectre grin, the Jotunheim king pivoting lightly on his hooves. Spectre had known Rholio since long before, and though the two were close friends, Rholio had a need to protect, a need to always be guardian to something that often left him too focused to really smell the roses, and Spectre personally felt that the bulkier stallion should have something that let him smile a little more freely and enjoy his time more. Not that he wanted Rholio to slack off, per se, but...
Thinking back to the times he and Nana had surveyed Jotunheim from the high peaks of mountains in silence, the way they had said nothing as they shared a gaze and knew that they had the world and it's responsibilities... The moments spent with Abelia grazing or running that made time seem to pause, even rewind to him being a gangly colt, and her being the only friend that would give him the beauty of connection...
As Aune raced past him, a flash of rich brown and energy that burst out of her to knock into anyone in the vicinity, Spectre let out a neigh of protest at her words, snapping out of his introspection as he took off after, now sure that everyone was following. Maybe even this, with how Aune pulled him into each and every moment, feeling every single twitch of a fly that landed on a muzzle, open to each whim that chose to present itself and following it just because...
Then again, he reminded himself, that would probably give Rholio a bit of a panic attack. Perhaps not, then, but Rholio definitely deserved the chance to have someone else that made them feel that way. They were definitely close, but Spectre got the sense that Rholio needed something to protect, and though Spectre was careless, they had seen each other in enough scrapes to know that Spectre could handle himself just fine.
Surging forward and giving Aune a teasing nip, Spectre shied out of the way just in case she would kick, before looking back, just to check on the others, when he paused in shock. The tops of Jotunheim seemed to tremble, before the snow seemed to shiver, before sliding down the mountain. Not wanting a blind panic, yet knowing that time was of the essence, Spectre caught Nana's eyes, and he knew she understood. A silent conversation ran between them, and he would do his best to play his part. With their positions, it would be easier for her to bring up the back, and for him to lead the way, a strong dark colour for everyone to follow with ease.
He wasn't sure what she did, but he felt the herd's hoofbeats pick up into a fast gallop, and focusing on leading the way, he chuckled as he flashed past Aune in a fast pace. "I'm not going to accept being distracted for a reason to lose this race." He replied teasingly, before he set his eyes on Drasil, pumping his legs and forcing himself to go faster and faster.
They made it just in time, escorted by the crashing of the snow. Taking deep breaths to mask the trembling, he smiled, tossing his head and letting out a neigh to let the other herds know they had arrived. It wasn't a dominant call in any way, yet it was not shy either, simply coming in loud and not caring who heard. Others could make of it what they wanted. They were here.
Spectre shook himself, turning his head back and smiling with ease as his eyes quickly flashed from horse to horse. When he noticed Nana missing, there was only a slight tremble in his smile. Focus on what was here. "Is everyone alright?"
He trusted Nana, he reminded himself. If she could, she would appear later, and she would have his head for letting anything fall into disarray whilst she was gone.
Runa
2 Years Old~First Heat, stage 1 just beginning~
Mentions: Muspelheim herd
Tagged: Siv, Ferox, Duvessa
Runa was in a strange state. Time seemed to move quickly around her, words being spoken and actions being made, but for some reason, they seemed a distance away, muffled by some invisible layer that blurred the eyesight and took the edge of the hearing. In any other situation, Runa would be concerned, but right now, she was content to daze for a little while.
Only her sense of smell stayed as strong as ever, and the scent of rich earth and the tang of sweat tartly stung the nose. Dimly, she was aware that her mother was speaking, and the barrier seemed to fade. Her pupils going wide, she tried to hold unto it, but it disappeared, leaving her to deal with the reality without filing down the rough edges.
Then, there was her mother's voice, and the warmth of Siv's touch. Runa couldn't quite make out the words, but the constant tone was comforting, and Runa pressed herself further into her mother's warmth, wishing for time to stop just for a few moments so she'd have a little time to process her thoughts.
But then, her mother stopped, and Runa looked up, unwilling to shed yet another layer of comfort. But then it was the Baptist, and the huntress, tall elegant mares that seemed almost made out of the snow that surrounded them. Through her stunned mind, Runa grasped at what she knew, and habit made her bob her head respectfully.
Usually, Runa felt that the two were a little creepy. She respected all three of them, she did, but their actions and the way they could influence and read the world around them always made them seem like something other, something she could not simply strike a conversation with. But now, after all the weirdness that had happened, ethereal seemed right at home, and they seemed like peace, like the plants that grew out of the ash after Sutr's frequent eruptions, a bashful apology that the muspelheim herd was often glad to accept.
The huntress was speaking, and as her words finally unfurled themselves in Runa's ears, Runa's stuttering heart started to slow, before her mother's words once more reached her ears. Her mother being more of a stern dam, it was rare to hear her speak so much, basically covering Runa with assurances, and Runa felt the fear beneath it all, as well as the utter relief at their near escape. Letting out a breath, Runa pressed her nose to her mother's, just sharing breaths for a while, seeking some comfort.
Remembering that they were still with company, however, Runa looked back toward the two mares, now once more looking a tad unreachable with their divine status, and gave them a shy nod of thanks and a smile, before she fell quiet, looking to her mother for direction.