"...among the metal ones the messenger shall soon arrive..."
-Skeggold's perception of the world was quickly changing as he grew physically and mentally. His imagination was still strong, but his interests in solo-play were waning. He had fled from the Jungle after the Kingdom meeting, before the foals in the training program had even begun their training tasks. As much as he adored the jungle, he couldn't help but feel that perhaps his soul needed something else. Today he steps into the playground slowly, almost reluctantly. His thoughts were on the girl he had met the first time he was hear. Shoot, in his mind that was forever ago, back when he was newborn. Mind you, that was only within the last year. She had been most intriguing, and it was the first time he had gotten to use his telepathy.
-As he creeps across the playground his thoughts are on other matters. Genetics had provided him with an unusual gift and a most curious trait, and while telepathy was cool for anyone...glitter isn't cool for boys. Skeggold is mostly black, with four white stockings and a paint mark that goes across his withers. His fuzzy mane and tail are mixed with white and black and any white part of his body sparkles spectacularly in the sunlight. It's as if the sun has touched upon his inky black cloak to remind him that it can't rain all the time - one day the sun has to come out. However lately, it seems it is all doom and gloom for the Jungle colt. He sighs at the thought that soon, he may be traded off to another kingdom in exchange for a filly for the jungle and he would no longer be an only child come Spring. It feels like the world is crumbling beneath his sparkling little hooves, and he's just falling into the eternal vacuum of space helpless, lost and alone.
-Before the reality of the way of the world had smacked him so lovelessly on the cheek, Skeggold was bright, bubbly and intensely curious. Now the only thing that holds his interest is staying away from the Jungle for the most part. He was just musing on the thought of running away from home when he spies with ever-watchful eyes a filly scared out of her wits by a colt. He watches as she scrambles toward a spot in the grass, whuffing on it curiously. Skeggold's mind reaches out to sink its fingers into her brain. He squints his baby blue eyes as he works fastidiously on the threads of her mind, and finally he gets the result he sought. The image of the salamander laying stunned in the grass fills his mind and he is overwhelmed by the girl's feeling of concern. The connection recoils quickly back to his brain, like a hand being jerked back after the slap of a wooden spoon. He curls his dark lips at the residual of the intense emotion and shakes his head before venturing down a small hill to join the duo.
What'cha doin'?
He tilts his head curiously as stops close to other two foals, and he peers down at the salamander as if he didn't know it was there. He doesn't reach out now to plunder their memories, but merely uses his power to speak to them. The black and white colt doesn't know how to speak with his tongue and lips since he's used telepathy since birth to communicate with his mother and his nanny from the Den. His muscles shift around his shoulders as if Skeggold were shrugging and he looks over to the colt who had been previously playing. Skeggold's worries lift, and for this moment he relaxes back into his bubbly, good-natured self.
I'm Skeggold
He speaks into the mind of both foals, and though he knows the filly is Anell (something that came to him when he was just rifling through her mind) he doesn't have a name for the colt. His lips tilt downward slightly as he considers the consequences of slipping into the colt's brain and he resists the temptation. Even if it is only temporarily. For now, Skeggold is content to use his gift for simple communication but the curiosity begins to build as he thinks about what more he could find out by scanning their memories.
-SKEGGOLD
son of the jungle |