Myth of the old GODS; Posted on October 23, 2020 at 10:17:14 AM by Annubis
For the most part, Annubis did his best to ignore both the filly and her pale flaunting mother. If it weren't for their interruptions, he and father would be long lost in conversation about battle scenarios or past wars. If it weren't for this mare, they would be actively patrolling the borders, perhaps even running off an intruder or practicing moves. If it weren't for this mare.
If it were possible, his ears bury further beneath the thick mantle of his dark mane. Despite himself, the sneer of disgust grows as his anger continues to seeth and burn within him. If it weren't for her.
His look of utter disgust does nothing to deter the filly however, and instead of shrinking away from his sour disposition as most of his other siblings tended to do, this one dared to move even closer, earning for the first time, his full attention. A single dial lifts as his emerald green eyes meet her delicately dished head. She holds herself high, a sense of self assurance echoed in the bright smile on her lips and the curious tilt of her head. She offers him her name and gruffly he huffs a hard breath, muscles rolling beneath the silver sheen of his coat. Bathsheba. An interesting name, and one no doubt he would forget anytime soon, even if he was determined to not show her any interest. She asks if Rougaru was his dad and despite himself a cocky smile plasters itself on his lips as he tilts his head towards her. ”I would have assumed that answer was quite obvious.” he says with a snort, his thick black tail switching back and forth with growing agitation. They should be patrolling, not standing around doing nothing being berated by an angry mare. ”Annubis is my name.” he tosses at the girl, his gaze suddenly feeding off the unsurity in his sire’s stance. She said he never cared for her, she berated him about her new lover, whatever that was, and continued to go on and on. However, it was not until the fury rose in his sire that Annubis found himself taking a step forward. Excitement shown in his emerald green eyes as the prospect of a fight lingers. Possessively he angles his body between the bickering adults and the spirited filly. She may be annoying in his eyes, but well…. If dad was going to start counting coups, it would make him look more grown up. Perhaps then dad would appreciate him, let him go with him on his trips to the main island or venture on his own in Paradise’s name.
A dark grin spreads on his lips now as he turns back to the bright-eyed filly. ”Your mom sure does like to talk a lot.”