Achilles - Imperium

[Revelations]

Foal Name: Achilles
Parents: Litala X Mordecai
Siblings from Same Breeding: None
Desired Alliance: Imperium

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A C H I L L E S

The day was cold, and the snow from Obascus slung over the border of The Pitt to lay its claim to his mother's land. The young boy shivered as steam rose from his back, and frost collected where he was damp with sweat. Her nostils flared widely as he watched Styx run home to mommy, and felt a pang of pity for the older colt. Achilles liked to think he didn't need anyone, that fear didn't build in his veins the moment he thought of his own mother and her wrath if she too were to catch him now. Her one and only son, the exact son she would have picked for herself if she had played God. There was no denying that her own flesh and blood had now become her favorite among her treasure, and Achilles knew it. He played it well, having the small mind of a child. Everything would change as he grew and her lessons became harsher.

For now she allowed him to be a child. To play childish games as long as they were approved and under her eye every second. Now though, his mother had thought him resting, but had instead snuck away for a friendly game with Styx, the heir to Obsacus and one day his own King. His boyishly handsome features twisted into a smile of pleasure. They had gotten away with it Achilles could almost dance out the giddiness he felt at pulling one over on the Empress and his own mother. Simpler than he had first thought.

For now the boys where well matched, and the blood upon Achilles cheek showed as much. Styx was a fine opponent, much better than the foals that The Pitt had to offer. Most were weakling and were taken out swiftly, but Styx was a prize in himself. A true warrior like himself. Already the points of his horns had begun to show atop the crown of his head, and by the time he reached the age of two they would be fully grown and curved just like his own fathers; Mordecai.

Achilles. He flinched as he heard the voice behind him, and the smirk that was held on his lips now fell into a fine line. The boy had been so entrapped into his own thoughts, that her footsteps had gone unnoticed. How long had she been there? What was the look upon her face? He regretted his decision when he looked upon The Grey Lady now. She stood in all her glory, body rigid and stiff, the muscles along her neck and jaw were set as if she were holding herself back from ripping into him. Her orbs were cold as she looked upon the back of Styx as the older boy sauntered home to surely await his own fate. Achilles knew his mother affection for not only himself but for Styx too, and knew it was the only reason she looked upon him the way she did. Not the scorned mother of someone else son, but the deception of two son's who broke her rules. I do hope you aren't to spent, it is time for your lesson, and today you will face me. Come Achilles. She spoke harshly and finally looked his way. HIs harks flattened and he nodded, making a move to follow her as she turned away. Though quickly his eyes scanned the horizon as Styx disappeared at the drop off, his harks lacing his poll, eyes narrowed and he smiled darkly, this wasn't the first time they deceived their mother and it wouldn't be the last. If they could go against their own blood, how would the rest of the world fair?