sephiroth
Pale green eyes opened themselves for the first time, blinking against the far too-bright world. His eyes, so much like his fathers, are accented by the pale pink and white of his mother. The speckling of color across his face and chest was like little wild bunnies leaping through the snow in a blizzard. He fell over a few times in a tangle of long limbs, scrunching up his nose and making a noise more akin to a goat than horse. With his mother's gentle encouragement, Masamune managed to stand and find his first meal. He eagerly drank his fill before falling back onto his hindquarters, milk dribbling down his chin. His small ears flipped this way and that, listening to the many noises of the real world. He'd heard them before, muffled, and now it was proving to be far more lively than he expected.
Sephiroth picked his way through the trees on the edge of the meadow, following Eos' faint trail. He knew enough to know she had been fit to foal any day. Though the embarrassment of losing their home had caused him to remain distant in the last few months, it did not mean he was any less excited about the prospect of his child.
He stood guard a distance away when he finally found them. Pinning his ears and chasing off any would-be onlookers that strayed too close to Eos and his child. It is only when Masamuna has drank his fill of his first milk that Sephiroth ambles closer. Masamune was still sitting on the ground, his tiny tail thumping against the ground. Sephiroth lowered his head, tentatively, and gently urged the pale colt to his feet.
Masamune staggered to his feet, turning to look at Sephiroth with an almost accusatory look. The colt placed himself between his father and mother, instinctively drawing himself to his dam's side. Sephiroth gave him a soft smile, softening the dark lines around his eyes for the first time in a long time.
"You shouldn't have had to do this here," he says, his voice gruff with regret. Sephiroth does not make another move to approach Eos, remaining glued to the spot where he had first said his greeting to his son. He, quite reluctantly, tears his gaze away from them to look across the meadow. Just because it was a neutral area didn't mean there were no threats. While most of the other horses followed the rules, predators did not respect the same book.
"I'll get us a home again, Eos."
For a long time Sephiroth had wanted to be something to prove to his father that he could be something. That he wasn't useless. That he was someone. Wanted Solomon to show up at the edges of his territory led by valiant stories and be forced to look upon him. His battle for the inlet had been his first taste of loss, and the scars that remained across his coat reminded him each day of his failure. He had not changed his goals, only added to them. As he looked upon his son, his flesh and blood, everything had changed for him. He wanted to prove himself for Masamune, his father hearing of it would be a bonus.