HoofPrince XVI: Eos


Lonely from their years of humidity and quiet as the trees they came from ;;




Anacondas

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Pythons

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Snakelets

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Hollow Fangs

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The Viper Pit

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Sleek Scales

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The Nest Egg

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Next Judgement

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Out In The Styx
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Posted on May 29, 2009 at 08:31:17 AM by Charon

You know, it really did go to a boy’s head, being surrounded by all these gorgeous ladies. And yes, there were other colts out there to gaze adoringly at them as well, but hey, none of them had his sexy and impressive lineage (well, 2 did have a king for a daddy, but neither he nor they knew it). It did not bother him that he would have been a princess had his genetics allowed it. Why should he want to be a princess? That’s so gay (and hey, there is enough speculation about the sexuality of the Valkyries and the Rajputs already. God knows why, nearly ever child in the jungle was a product of some encounter between Valk and Put). He knew his daddy was a Rajput boy too, and he knew his delightful mother had taken him prisoner. Kinky… but aside from that he knew nothing of him. He had never met him. Why should he go chase after daddy right now when there were so many ladies to admire how handsome he was? Quite clearly he was the sexiest creature ever to walk. He had good genetics. Just cos his mother didn’t like to flaunt them, except in her crazy OCD “must be clean and tidy” way, did not mean he was going to just ignore them. He knew his sister had got ‘em too. She was as pretty as he was handsome. And therefore, as her big brother (even though they were twins and, if anything, he was the younger) he needed to keep an eye out for her. After all… he knew how the male mind worked.

The young colt strode through the jungle like he owned it, the dark brown of his pelt blending with the shadows even better than his mother’s did, allowing him to slide in and out of focus with ease… except. He was beginning to notice that no matter what he did he always stood out, like his won personal spotlight followed him around. Craaazy. And the little glittery stone, so bright blue against his pelt, was always glimmering, as mischievous in its flickering light as the bright spark in his blackened eyes. Like it was toying with him… And it was very nice and all to be constantly illuminated, so, you know, the ladies could see him all the better… but it was a bit girly. Eh… whatever… he’d work it out eventually. He moved with a swagger, letting everyone know he was, in fact, all that. Up until the point he somehow trod on his own heel with a back foot and tipped himself onto his nose. Fuck! Not again. He really had to stop doing that. He sprang back up and shook himself off, his dark mane ruffling up his crest, looking even more untidy and bad-boyesque. He looked around, his fiery eyes glittering. Gooood. No one to see him. All was well. A wry smile took hold of his black lips, cocky and a little lopsided. He took one long, if a little more cautious stride, and set off again. Now, what to do? He was in the mood to cause mischief. His mother hated it, which made it all the better. Hey, she wasn’t around to stop him so tough shit really. She didn’t really care about him. He was an inconvenience. His sister was the golden girl he was just… a spare. Eh, at least he had no responsibility thrust upon him (thrust, tee hee) Aah… boyish humour.

And… hey now. New smell! Another boy… no… a bigger one. That weren’t no colt. (His mother would kick him for that grammar; word is having a fit as it is). Well, he was the big man of the jungle; he couldn’t go sharing that title. He might steal the eyes of the ladies, which so obviously should be on him. Oh, he didn’t need to moon after the girls himself, he just needed then to notice and admire him. Maybe one day he would have more of an interest for himself (after all, Reaper was his father), but right now he was content as long as they were swooning after his sexiness. Anyway, back to business. He followed his nose, picking up an even cockier swagger as he went after the intruder. As he neared his smile faltered a little, brow furrowing. His sister was there too. That just weren’t right. Some old perv had his sister. Well, he would have no truck with that. His pace quickened as he unceremoniously trampled all over the neatly set scene, his sister all prim and proper, so polite, and the brute tall and eloquent. He arched his stumpy little neck, holding his fluffy tail high and picking his long, oversized limbs up high. He moved up beside his sister, mischievous eyes glinting wickedly despite the lack of light under the canopy. He and his sister were almost identical, in both height and build. The differences that existed were minor. Her eyes were pale hazel, the black of her mother’s eyes diluted by the yellow of her father’s, while his eyes were pitch black, so alike his mother’s except for the fact that yellow flecks dotted their surfaces like stars in the night sky. They were, more often than not, disguised by the cheeky fire of a troublemaker that played in his pupils. He was perhaps a little stockier, as you would expect from a boy, plus there was the whole he has balls and she didn’t thing. Oh, and while she stood all prim, her pelt nicely groomed and mane neatly positioned, he looked scruffy and unkempt. He was not dirty, his pelt was clean. He just somehow managed to look ruffled, his mane sticking every which way. He was a bad boy, it was right that he should look scruffy.

He positioned himself at his sister’s side, though a little further forwards, defending her (because obviously she needed defending). He turned his skull and treated her to his lopsided grin, milky white enamels flashing beneath his lips. His oversized ears flicked round to face her.

All right Sis?

He swung his skull round and fixed the brute with a scrutinising glare. A vast amount of height separated them, but he still managed to look down his nose at him (a talent he gained from his mother), drawn up to his full and not very impressive height. He didn’t let the fact he was still a child deter him any. His smile faded a little, but did not vanish completely. It never really did. He ran his tongue over his stumpy teeth before speaking in his boyish tones, defiance dripping from every syllable.

And who the fuck are you? Waltzing into the jungle to take advantage of all these lovely ladies no doubt? What business you got with my sister, hmm? I think she is a little young for you, perv.


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