[prp] early morning ( Eir x Minerva)

[`raze]

Eir loved the hunt - the adrenaline rush, the beating of her heart in her ears as she ran her prey down, the breaking of bones under her hooves, every part of it. But there was always the clean up, and she loathed it. By the time she found the creek, the blood had dried on her coat and dulled the lavender underneath. It was too early in the morning for this, the sun still rising over the horizon chasing away the stars in the sky. She couldn't sleep, however. Her sons had started to take mates, and one of them wasn't quite like the others, and there was a feeling in her chest and mind she couldn't shake. He wasn't like them, of demon blood. How would he feed himself? How would he protect himself? Would Achilles be forced to care for is mate likea newborn?

These were thoughts that never crossed Eir's mind before - she had always kept to herself, and then there was Ominos, and then there were the others in the Infernal Shadows herd. Her mind was only ever occupied with two things - her next heart to snack on and her next toy. Who knew motherhood could make her so much more three-dimensional!

Wrapped up in her thoughts, she let her hooves soak in the creek, uncharacteristically oblivious to the world around her. Silver eyes stared at the small fish moving through the clear water unblinking as she processed the new feelings and thoughts swirling in her mind.  

[bolverik]

Minerva walked along the countryside enjoying the last of the nights fading darkness as the sun started to rise. Idly she wondered what to do to occupy herself in the coming day, perhaps finding a nice cave to rest in or possibly a copse of trees? A grumbling from her stomach reminded her that it had been some time since she last ate. Was it yesterday? No matter. Her current path decided she set out to find something to quiet her stomach. She crested a small hill and saw a small creek, but of more pressing interest to her was the lone mare standing in the creek and, as she looked more closely the trails of blood washing away through the water. Must've been out hunting Minerva surmised. With the dried blood it was hard to make out the color or patterns on the mare but the wings marked her as another kalona! It had been a while since Minerva met another of her kind. Putting aside breakfast temporarily she decided to find out why the mare, clearly having just finished a successful hunt was staring at the water so intently. Perhaps the fish are particularly tasty? Hello! Minerva called to the mare. May I come down?