[PRP] Strange... [Maldito Noche x Umbra Fit Lucem]

[Mewsings of An Angel]

The colt could not help himself - he was irritated, it was written on his face as clear as if a sign were raised above him stating "Hey! Look at me! I'm an angry little bugger!" Yet, if you asked him why, Maldito would not have been able to give you a straight reason.

You're just silly.

So silly...

Weak!

You weakling!

The colt hissed, eyes narrowing briefly. Voices assailed his mind as if he were conversing with others right there in front of him. From the moment he crawled his way forth from the basket which had been his uncomfortable cocoon while he had grown, the voices had decided to attach themselves to his psyche like a tick on a dog.

Maldito flapped his near useless wings, strangely damaged - unkempt and holey - as if he were in some great battle waged in-utero. It made him more irritable to think he might never fly as his great mother did.

Finally, the angry foal let out a desolate sigh and shook his head, the shocking bright lock of mane falling into his eyes. He considered the area in front of him - stretching out in front of him was dark grasses, mottled by white flowers here and there. Behind him stood tall, imposing trees that hid the little alcove of rocks and thick roots where his mother had decided to raise him and his smaller sister.

Maldito couldn't help but shake his head as he though of his sister - she was a sweet, gentle and loving dear - the apple of his quiet father's eyes. And Maldito? Well... he was the cursed little demon who made his mother's eyes sparkle with adoration and success.

A smirk lightly pulled his lips and a purr rumbled his small chest. He would be his mother's perfect poisoned apple.

 

[xo maho]

On the other side of the meadow, hidden in the trees, Umbra fit Lucem watched the young colt. He looked upset, but he flapped his wings as if to play. Though the foal was a good distance off, Lucem saw his chest expand in a sigh, saw him shake his head, and then, strangely... grin?

Lucem took a step forward into the long, dew-laden grass, carefully avoiding the tiny white flowers as he walked. Sunlight warmed his dark wings where the beams cast down on them, shining on glossy feathers and scales. He cut quite a figure - with his angeni blood, he was not a small stallion, and his wings and antlers added more illusion to his actual size. He did not want to startle the young colt before him, but he hoped his size alone would announce his emergence from the trees; he had always walked almost silently, so his steps could not.

Once close enough to the foal to speak without straining, Lucem stopped in the sunlight. He studied the colt, taking in his somewhat odd appearance. He appeared to have most of the features of a Kalona, but his wings were already torn and frail - and at such a young age. His tail was feline, and his mouth looked more like a hungry maw that something that would belong to an herbivore.

Whoever this foal belonged to, he must have had quite the combination of parents. But that did not matter - the colt looked to be in conflict. One so young should have another person to talk to if he felt something was wrong. Although he did smirk now, so perhaps he had come to a conclusion.

Whatever the case, Lucem stood quietly for a moment before opening his mouth and offering the colt a greeting. "Greetings, child," said Lucem. "What is it that troubles you so?"