Post by Fallen on May 11, 2023 22:21:24 GMT -7
J A I M E
"Long Live The Prince"
The new tri colored babe blinked heavily as the sun peaked through broken windows, dousing the new prince in warm golden rays. The wee babe yawned wide, his small form snuggled deep on the bed of moth riddled furs and straws, his belly still warm and full from his mother's milk earlier in the dark hours of morn'. As he blinks the night from his mismatched eyes, his long soft lashes nearly brushed against his cheek. Another yawn, as he shook his well formed nape, before he looked around through slitted eyes. "Mother? Sister?" His small voice said, its light vibrato leaving its small trace upon the room in the form of a childish echo. Jaime unfolded his legs then, pulling his small body up upon the stilts. Peach and obsidian colored hooves struck at the bed he rose from, small foal fluff of his ombre tail swishing upon childish buns as he peered about.
"Father?" Jaime called out once more. Though he rose early, it seemed his parents and his twin rose even before he. Jaime now stretched his long limbs sprawling out behind him as the muscles between his shoulders and along his back slide along his young malleable skeleton. Small, ink and ivory stained paper thins flared as he gave a loud honk, the sound vibrating louder through the room. When again there was no response, Jaime took it upon himself to enter the sprawling halls of The Keep. It was daunting to the new prince, the towering walls looking more like never ending cliffs that threatened to engulf him. The sooty bay and ivory blanketed colt swallowed hard as his gold and sky colored orbs were trained toward the ceiling as he walked now. Taking in all the sights of the tattered flags left by ancient beings as they hung lazily and shifted in the warm breeze that filtered through the halls.
The little prince just walked, his aim was none. He followed the mice that scurried along, and hid in the stone holes along the walls where crumbled statues once stood as guards stepped by every once in awhile. This particular time however, Jaime turned a corner within the keep, and saw the painted form of his father. The little prince smiled wild, his milk teeth on full display but he stopped mid stride as the painted king readied to turn himself to face the direction of the prince. Jaime's ink and ivory colored harks flicked forward with gusto before he darted into the room to his right unaware that he now entered the Throne Room. The young prince hid behind the great doors, listening as the looming steps of his father walked down the hall. The small prince giggled softly, his tiny form and childish hooves clicking in place with excitement.
It was then that the sound of his father's hoofbeats stopped outside the door. The two toned czar letting out his own soothing hum. "Little prince, where do you hide my son?" Selven's voice was soft, the accented tones a sweet welcoming call for his child. He could hear another giggle and the shifting of weight in the shadows. The king smiled then, before he turned to face the Throne through the open doors and gave a playful leap into the golden showered room. As he did so, the young prince jumped from his hiding spot, small milk teeth grasping onto the back of his fathers fore limb. Selven feigned terror, his large bodice stumbling before he easily lowered himself to the cool floor, the young prince letting go as he pranced triumphantly in-between the legs of his faux fallen father.
"and the prince reigns over the King!" Jaime boasted, his long foal limbs prancing about Selven as he rocked himself upright, his limbs tucked courteously under his form with the right forelimb lain out. Selven rubbed his eye for a moment before his young prince came about, his tiny form coming to rest over his withers. Selven smiled, its curve genuine along his lips. "And so the prince reigns over the king.." He mused in reply reaching by the lip at Jaime's multi colored fore lock. "So long live the prince-" Selven spoke gently again before the young Jaime giggled, returning the gesture of lipping at his fathers tendrils before he too spoke. "And so long live the king." With that the young price squandered across his fathers back, spidery limbs still just a tad uncoordinated as he maneuvered around the massive barrel of the stallion. Selven merely watched his son with patient eyes, admiring his and his beloved's work... blissfully unaware of the clip clop of small and large hooves alike that traveled down the stone hall.
Words: 786
OOC: Selven playing with his son is so... cute.
"Father?" Jaime called out once more. Though he rose early, it seemed his parents and his twin rose even before he. Jaime now stretched his long limbs sprawling out behind him as the muscles between his shoulders and along his back slide along his young malleable skeleton. Small, ink and ivory stained paper thins flared as he gave a loud honk, the sound vibrating louder through the room. When again there was no response, Jaime took it upon himself to enter the sprawling halls of The Keep. It was daunting to the new prince, the towering walls looking more like never ending cliffs that threatened to engulf him. The sooty bay and ivory blanketed colt swallowed hard as his gold and sky colored orbs were trained toward the ceiling as he walked now. Taking in all the sights of the tattered flags left by ancient beings as they hung lazily and shifted in the warm breeze that filtered through the halls.
The little prince just walked, his aim was none. He followed the mice that scurried along, and hid in the stone holes along the walls where crumbled statues once stood as guards stepped by every once in awhile. This particular time however, Jaime turned a corner within the keep, and saw the painted form of his father. The little prince smiled wild, his milk teeth on full display but he stopped mid stride as the painted king readied to turn himself to face the direction of the prince. Jaime's ink and ivory colored harks flicked forward with gusto before he darted into the room to his right unaware that he now entered the Throne Room. The young prince hid behind the great doors, listening as the looming steps of his father walked down the hall. The small prince giggled softly, his tiny form and childish hooves clicking in place with excitement.
It was then that the sound of his father's hoofbeats stopped outside the door. The two toned czar letting out his own soothing hum. "Little prince, where do you hide my son?" Selven's voice was soft, the accented tones a sweet welcoming call for his child. He could hear another giggle and the shifting of weight in the shadows. The king smiled then, before he turned to face the Throne through the open doors and gave a playful leap into the golden showered room. As he did so, the young prince jumped from his hiding spot, small milk teeth grasping onto the back of his fathers fore limb. Selven feigned terror, his large bodice stumbling before he easily lowered himself to the cool floor, the young prince letting go as he pranced triumphantly in-between the legs of his faux fallen father.
"and the prince reigns over the King!" Jaime boasted, his long foal limbs prancing about Selven as he rocked himself upright, his limbs tucked courteously under his form with the right forelimb lain out. Selven rubbed his eye for a moment before his young prince came about, his tiny form coming to rest over his withers. Selven smiled, its curve genuine along his lips. "And so the prince reigns over the king.." He mused in reply reaching by the lip at Jaime's multi colored fore lock. "So long live the prince-" Selven spoke gently again before the young Jaime giggled, returning the gesture of lipping at his fathers tendrils before he too spoke. "And so long live the king." With that the young price squandered across his fathers back, spidery limbs still just a tad uncoordinated as he maneuvered around the massive barrel of the stallion. Selven merely watched his son with patient eyes, admiring his and his beloved's work... blissfully unaware of the clip clop of small and large hooves alike that traveled down the stone hall.
Words: 786
OOC: Selven playing with his son is so... cute.