morgan -----
by eli out of caylee
Panicking is what Morgan does best, but she knows she doesn’t need to panic in this situation. Isoke had been steadily getting rounder as the seasons had passed, but for some reason, Morgan had never directly addressed the subject. She had felt slightly awkward watching her best friend’s life change before her eyes and had begun to feel left behind.
She’d tried to ignore the resentful thoughts that had passed through her head as she thought of the foal, and had instead focused on the talisman of anger toward the stallion that had so infected Isoke. Ever since Isoke had returned to her, crying and bleeding from the incident, Morgan had vowed that one day she would find the beast and make him pay. She’d wanted to go immediately, but she didn’t dare leave Isoke in such a vulnerable condition.
Now that Isoke has hidden from her, she suspects that when she finds her again, Isoke won’t be alone. Morgan gives Isoke two hours, watching the dreary clouds move across the sky and listening to the waves crash against the shoreline. She stays hidden in the trees that she and Isoke have commandeered in order to remain undetected by whoever rules the territory now. She hadn’t had the heart to tell Isoke I told you so in regards to her father’s presence (or in this case, absence).
When the wait is finally over, Morgan shakes her blue-black body and follows Isoke’s footsteps through the trees. She grunts slightly as stray branches scratch at her hide and pull at her tail. She emerges from the secluded copse and finds herself facing the sea; Isoke is easily visible and Morgan is thrilled to see her none the worse for wear.
Her eyes barely have to move to see the foal at Isoke’s side, and Morgan has to admit that the tiny, fragile creature is beautiful. From where she stands, she can see that something isn’t quite right with the child’s face, but it hardly matters. She’s ashamed at herself for condemning the foal for the sins of its sire.
She moves forward, anxious to be back with Isoke, all the while reminding herself that her responsibility to Isoke has now doubled – she’d never be able to neglect her duty to help protect the child. Isoke would likely never forgive her for such negligence.
Just as she takes that first step, she spots an unfamiliar figure approaching Isoke. Morgan’s ears immediately flatten, her dark eyes filling with fire. This is precisely the situation that she is always on alert for. She picks up an immediate canter and has to jerk to a stop. Her pounding hooves had covered up the stallion’s words and he appears friendly enough, but she doesn’t care. Anawar had appeared the same way before he’d run for the hills.
She bares her teeth and glares, standing in front of Isoke and the filly protectively. She’s been so on edge for so long that it isn’t going to take much to make her snap. ”Go bother someone who wants you,” she says bitingly, patches of foamy lather appearing on her smoky pelt as her stress level grows higher and higher. She and Isoke have done so well avoiding everyone to this point that it feels like a slap in the face that they would be discovered now.
three - smoky grulla - mixed - 16hh |