Dad Hugs

dad hug n. a hug with an individual bigger than oneself, imparting a feeling of safety. Despite name, may be given by mums. If chosen individual is actually smaller than oneself, postural pretence may substitute.

Iiiiiiit's the wonderful *Alerium's birthday! Or at least...I think it is. xD My inbox is telling me it's her other two accounts' birthdays anyway, so I think I'm good.

HAPPY BIRTHDAAAAAAAAAAAY! C: Hope you have a fab time, and please eat lots of cake.

So here we have her lovely/adorable/wonderful/terrifying Amity with his enormous son, Eisbrecher, who is allll mine, BUAHAHAHAH. I thought it was about time Eis met his dad! C: This was a looot of fun, and I think I'm getting better with builds. :'D As with all gifties, *Alerium is entitled to the fullres, unwatermarked version if she so desires. c:

Story: I hope this isn't massively out of character for Amy, darlink! xD; TELL ME IF IT IS.
The news of the tragedy at Cold River Stables hadn't passed Horsepoint by. As perverted luck would have it, the one horse that had survived had been Eisbrecher's sire, Amityville Horror. With the big albino draught already at his full growth - still overshadowed by his dam, but towering in turn over many of the other horses - and well underway in his training, it almost felt like pushing that luck not to introduce them sooner rather than later. Daels pointed out that, generally speaking, equine sires didn't really give a damn about their progeny, or have any part in its upbringing, but conceded the fact that it would be a shame not to let the two albino horses they knew of in the universe at least bump noses while both of them were alive. And so the next time they were to be in the vicinity of Silver Line Studs, the stable that had taken Amity in, Eis was trundled right along.

It wasn't difficult to recall the breeding that had resulted in the seventeen-odd-hands creature, and as the two albinos nosed at each other over the fence, the obvious height difference was only outstripped in comic value by the day it had been Eis's over-eighteen-hands mother in the field with his nearly-fifteen-hands father. But Eis seemed oblivious, and since his joy at seeing Amity - whether it was to meet his sire or to find another the same colour as him - was palpable, he was quietly let into the field.

Amity was very obviously less sure about having this pale giant actually in his space, and when Eis trotted right up and snaked his head down, just about every person at the fence tensed. But Eis just ducked his head under Amity's and nuzzled up to his neck, the very picture of a nearly-six-foot child. Amity's initial shock at finding his head suddenly a couple of feet higher in the air was gradually blinked away, and when his expression softened into acceptance everyone let out the breaths they had been holding. And slowly, Amity nuzzled Eis back.

"That's a dad hug," said Daels.

Amity © *Alerium
Image and Eisbrecher © me (=apocalypsebunny