The Valley
Between the Meadow and the Field is the third of Beqanna’s Common Grounds. A rolling valley is bisected by a broad and shallow river. The grass is thick and lush, and this is a good place for a stallion to live with his family if he does not yet have a herd land.
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Posted on March 11, 2011 at 04:32:24 PM by Pewter Bane
Pewter Bane’s face was blank as she went on, getting progressively more upset. He didn’t blame her; it was only natural, following the processes of childbirth, that a mother would biased as to a newborn’s splendor. She just didn’t understand his interest in raising a child. He wasn’t looking for a son – he was looking for someone to replace him when he died. An heir. A Bane.
Upon her mentioning that he wouldn’t destroy anything, Pewter Bane let out a dry laugh. ”That’s the point,” he mumbled, sighing as he let the stiffness in his stance flood away. In a sunken walk, he circled the boy. Its wings were undeveloped. Black. No doubt they’d grow into him, and then he’d long to be with others of his kind or something of that sort. ”He’s weak now. HotShot is very different from the other foals multiplying around him – he’ll need time alone with you, someone with experience in looking different, to grow and understand himself. I don’t want him to worry about why the public stares,” he said level-toned. The compassion he feigned felt sore as he heard it in his own ears. I can’t hurt it, he decided, seeing the utter worry in Amarilla’s face. But I can’t train that thing to be a true Bane, either. It doesn’t matter too much, I guess. I have a long life ahead of me and at least now she knows child birth within her is possible. These highlights to the experience were not helping him get over it as much as he had hoped. He still felt degraded somehow, existing with that thing in his family tree. Oh well. He’d have to get over it. He promised years ago never to kill another foal. So then how long does it take these guys to grow up?
”It’s not like it’s the ze-bird’s fault, anyways,” he stiffly sighed. ”I can’t hold anything of it against him.”
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ooc// sorry for the wait. School piled me up with several projects at a time. I'll try to never let it happen again.
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