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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My Bite Is Always Worse Than My Bark
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Posted on June 6, 2010 at 12:58:48 PM by Viper


She smiled. It was not a friendly gesture, and somehow without happiness. The child was concerned by her presence. She could practically smell the fear radiating off him, the hormones racing through his blood as it pulsed hypnotically through his veins. She could barely tear her attention from it. She stepped closer, her dainty head dropping a few notches so her eyes were almost on a level with his. Wispy black locks fell over the relentless, almost predatory stare of her eyes. She twisted her neck back and forth, tipping her head this way and that as she examined the fragile black child.

Yes, I am a Valkyrie… among other things.

Her words were so soft they were little more than a whisper, and her childish tones light and melodic, though not in the least comforting. They were a little… far off, as if she were preoccupied by something. Her ears twitched back and forth, listening to the acute sounds of the jungle. Her hearing had become so fine-tuned. Even through the thick, muffled air everything seemed so crisp and close. She could hear hoof beats long before was naturally possible. So she knew someone was approaching. Her attention had been so consumed by the lust for the child’s pulse that she had paid them little heed. But as soon has her wide nostrils flared to taste the sharp, bitter scent of stallion and the rotten tones of Rajput, her hunger was forgotten. She turned sharply; backing up a couple of paces, head lowering as ears flattened to her skull. Her lip curled a little so her unnervingly white teeth became more visible, and as she inhaled the air hissed through her teeth to make a noise nothing equine ever should.

The dark stallion pulled himself from the trees and she stared up at him with her mother’s emotionless eyes. She watched him for a couple of long, expectant seconds before that smile found its way back to her lips. Ears flicked upwards, separating themselves from the fine strands of her mane.

Silly boy… Rajputs are dear to none in these trees. What there is, however, are predators you could not even begin to imagine. Trust me…

She trailed off; letting the last two words hover in the air and at the front of their minds. Somehow it seemed closer to a threat than words of advice. Eyes followed the gaze of black king to black child, and then back. She breathed deep, tasting the smell of each. Her smile widened. She could taste the subtle familiarities imprinted into their very DNA. Well now… that’s interesting. She sidestepped, easing herself closer to the colt, before turning to circle around behind him. Eyes flicked up as another mare approached the group, but she was far too consumed now in this fun little turn of events to pay her much attention. She trailed up beside the child, her skin mere centimetres from his. Muzzle extended to hover by his ear and in whispered tones she spoke.

Here’s daddy.

The words were a mere breath. As she said them she turned her gaze upon the stallion, knowing he would, should at least, be paying her very close attention with her proximity to his own flesh and blood. She moved as if to slip away from the colt now, but paused mid step as a disturbance rippled through the trees. She looked up. The branches above her groaned as a wind, so very out of place in the humid jungle, pressed through them, stirring life out of languid leaves and forcing a reaction from the arthritic fingers of the age-old trees. The very atmosphere itself seemed irate. Still her smile grew, finding some kind of sick pleasure it had not possessed before. Eyes lowered to fix on the Rajput, though when she spoke in her singsong tones, it was to the gathering as a whole.

Mummy’s home. And she is not pleased at all, oh no.

She giggled, peeling herself away from the child now as she trailed her gaze across the assembled faces, gauging the varied reactions. Oh, how Viri did not like people sneaking around her jungle. This /was/ going to be fun.

Viper
Daughter of Viriarus
My Bite Is Always Worse Than My Bark





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