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.
