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Jörmungandr’s idea of one last day of fun and rest before going to the lagoon was turning out to be rather pointless. Vargr had slunk off into the trees, Gravewolf was trying to work out whether to stay close or go after him and Sköll had decided to wander off and assault the water. Jörmungandr had merely snorted and dropped her head to graze, figuring that boys would be boys and some peace from them would actually be a welcome change. She barely batted an eyelid when she spotted the filly approaching her son, and even subtly increased the distance between them. With none of Olaf’s mare’s having foals last season, Sköll had never had a chance to play with children his own age, and she wasn’t about to cramp his style.
Sköll hadn’t been as mindful of his surroundings and didn’t notice the filly until her voice broke over the sound of his silent plotting – accompanied by a large splash and a few flecks of water sparking at his white chest. His head snapped upwards and his mismatched eyes narrowed briefly as they settled on the young girl. While she was densely peppered with colour, he was almost exclusively white. The only colour he possessed was the ink dipped ends of his pale tail and the dark band that wrapped around the upper portion of his neck, his ears and the right side of his face (which then fell away at his cheek and wrapped under his chin). His right eye, surrounded by the black marking, was golden like so many of his father’s side of the family while the left, surrounded by white, was a stark blue like his mother’s.
Before the filly finished speaking, he managed to correct his brief surprise, relaxing a little. “Oh, it deserved it.” He said, puffing out his chest and arching his neck to look down his white nose at the water in question. ”We were getting on just fine until it decided to try and pull me under.” he informed her, stepping into the water to close the distance between them. He studied her a moment, arcing around her with his proud stance though always attempting to maintain eye contract. ”Have you ever been in the ocean, Defender of Water?”
With your stolen eyes, I'm gonna stare at the sun
Until I burn them out, and then I'll picture a knife fight |
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