Whisper, scream, I’m listening Posted on August 31, 2023 at 04:40:58 PM by Zero
The scrappy black colt watches the intruder with increasing suspicion as she ventures boldly away from the Cove border and into the Bay. His image of himself is of a sleek black panther as he follows her at a distance, but in reality he looks rather like an unkempt, skinny stray cat. He is lanky and not quite graceful, and his self-confidence is rather misplaced, but he follows the filly with all the arrogance of a seasoned hunter.
When he thinks she has gotten far enough into his territory, Zero bounds forward with a snort, passing the filly before turning around with a brazen toss of his head and a stamp of one forehoof. He had been left in the Bay by his mother shortly after his birth, and most of his time has been spent in the silent presence of his father. He can speak, probably, but he is not very good at it just yet, and for the moment he is trying to channel the ferocity of his sire. He stands boldly in the path of the invading filly, knobby legs slightly splayed, fluffy curved ears pressed forward intently.
After a few seconds, it occurs to the colt that whatever effect Fell might have on intruders in his silence, Zero does not yet possess, and he feels rather foolish. “What are you doing here?” he demands, not sounding nearly as authoritative as he had hoped, but it will have to do. “Don’t you know where you are?” Replies: There have been no replies.