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Post by Morbidly Insane on Nov 3, 2005 21:29:03 GMT -5
Sloped hooves pounded 'gainst the rich ground, loam sent high as the small filly cantered into the meadowland. A sliver of blue caught her ebon eyes, a small whinny emitting from her maw as she approached the Whispering creek. Arching her elegant neck, she pressed her lips under the cool surface, gently taking in her fill. A few drops of crystalline water dripped form her maw and she raised her honest head, auds swiveling at every sound. Her search had not ended yet...a brook was not a mother. Slowly she took off in a 3 beat gait, sinews standing out on her small, sloping shoulders.
[ gah..sorry about the post. I always need something to work off of]
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Post by |Glass Rose| on Nov 3, 2005 21:41:28 GMT -5
OOC: Glass come?
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Post by Morbidly Insane on Nov 3, 2005 21:43:27 GMT -5
occ-Sure!
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Post by |Glass Rose| on Nov 3, 2005 21:54:29 GMT -5
Pearly mare trotted foward, closing in on the sweet call of a filly. The sound of her cry disappeared and the soft humming of her hooves took it's place. Searching for the foal, Glass Rose came to a halt, her orbs searching for the filly or it's mother.
OOC: *says sarcastically* Great! Look at my beautiful post so yours can be beautiful!
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Post by Morbidly Insane on Nov 3, 2005 22:08:31 GMT -5
Long, fumbly legs ground the filly to a halt, hooves buried in an inch of soft sand. The scent of a fae met her nares, a small whinny the result. Slowly she turned her onyx bodice around, ebon orbs scanning ravishly. Had she finally found a "mother"? She grimaced slightly, thoughts just hitting her..fast. The pain of her mother's death filled her cold heart.. But has someone actually come to thaw it?
[*sigh* Your few sentences are bettered than mine combined! I don't even think "fumbly" is a word, lmao!]
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Post by |Glass Rose| on Nov 3, 2005 22:38:47 GMT -5
OOC: Lol...you make meh feel better...really!
A concerned look crossed Rose's face as she spoted the filly with no other mare around. None. Could she possibly be an orphan? The Queen let out a soft reply, calling the foal to her, she would allow her not to come if she wished, Rose didn't want to frighten the filly. That would be horrible.
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Post by Morbidly Insane on Nov 3, 2005 22:49:26 GMT -5
Vanwa spotted the mare off into the fare corner of the meadow, where the assortment of wild grasses met the crowded trees and shrubs. Carefully she ambled over, hoof over hoof, orbs studying the fae. She stopped abruptly in front of the ivory mare. A small snicker came out of her, remembering the days when her mother sang "Ebony and Ivory" to her. Funny. She bowed slightly, long legs spread akimbo. She dropped her dial slightly, always taught to be respective of her elders. But her high strong attitude would not allow her to "submit" completely. Not a word of thought came to her mind. Silence. Awkward silence.
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Post by |Glass Rose| on Nov 3, 2005 22:57:08 GMT -5
OOC: Gotta go after this post..sorry
Her heart jumped slightly as she spotted the ebony femme coming towards her. Aw, how cute...how sad. Why would a mother leave such a darling? Rose smiled to the filly before speaking softly and lowering her crania so she was eye-level with the filly. Hello there little one. I'm Rose, do you know where your mommy is? She asked, her orbs looking around behind the foal, hoping that somewhere lay the mother to this foal.
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Post by Morbidly Insane on Nov 5, 2005 0:19:39 GMT -5
Vanwa shifted her weight uneasily, unsure of how to answer the question she knew was coming. Searching for the right words, she decided to state the facts. " My mother was killed.." she mumbled glumy, though her true feelings were not expressed through her few simple words. Her orbs intently gazing into Rose's, deciding instantly she was of the light path. Not a bad thing..it was pretty much what she expected. A dark would not bother with an orphaned filly.
Slowly Vanwa ambled closer, curious, as most filly's are, and wanting to get a good sniff. Her senses weren't that acute yet, as being 10 months old had its disadvantages. A good thing of being an orphan, though, waws that she could act however she liked..dark, light, cute......not so cute..
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Post by :.Skyracer.: on Nov 5, 2005 0:47:05 GMT -5
Skyracer walked closer and stopped seeing an orphaned filly alone. She felt bad for the young one, her life was like that also. When rose appeared she turned away as if Skyracer wasn't even there. She felt queasy around others, expessually of what happened earlier when she practicly tried to kill herself by jumping off a cliff edge into a pool of water. She laid down and just lay there head down as her nose puffed out warm air as she thought of many things. Things that she could not recite to anyone else, no matter what.
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Post by |Glass Rose| on Nov 5, 2005 11:08:39 GMT -5
Her orbs welled up with sadness at the sound of the foal's words. How hard it must be to lose a mother at that young age... it had happened to Rose except she was a year old... darks. The femme wanted to envelop the filly with love and care, just to do anything to comfort her. Spotting the other mare turning away, Rose sent out a soft nicker to her, calling Skyracer back. Taking her optics back to the filly, she spotted the small equine stepping closer to her, smelling her.
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Post by :.Skyracer.: on Nov 5, 2005 13:47:12 GMT -5
She turned ears up and stood and watched wondering what she wanted of her. Does she think that..im a mother ? her tired mind thought as she stared blankley towrds Rose, then at the filly. She brought her attention back to Rose and said "Yes?"
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Post by Morbidly Insane on Nov 5, 2005 19:27:12 GMT -5
Vanwa turned her head quickly, not believing she had let her guard down and leave another equine unnoticed. She took a few shaky steps back, fighting with her mind. She was not good in crowds. Yes, three was a crowd. Fight or flight. That was the one thing her mother had told her before her death. The one lesson that was taught to all young colts and filly's A life lesson, that followed you until you the day you left this world. The question formed in her mind...fight or flight? Of course there was nothing to fight for, but that was the only life lesson she could associate this problem too. [ omg that soo did not make sense. whatever.
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Post by |Glass Rose| on Nov 7, 2005 17:33:05 GMT -5
Do you happen to know the mother of this filly? Rose asked, watching the filly for a moment, seeing that it showed no affection towards the other mare, therefore the unknown mare was most likely not it's mother. Rose turned her crown as she spotted the foal stepping away from the two adults, Little one, do not be afraid, we mean no harm. The queen said softly, her hazel orbs watching the foal carefully. The thought of being alone popped into her mind, overwhelming sadness overcame her. One thought. Knight.
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Post by Morbidly Insane on Nov 7, 2005 17:53:35 GMT -5
"I am not afraid." Vanwa snapped, her orbs gleaming in the light. " And of course the mare isn't my mother. I told you my mother was killed." Her mood turned sour, though any words out of a young filly still seemed somewhat cute. She glanced at Rose, sensing sadness. "Heh. You have nothing to be sad about , mare." she thought, as if she knew everything in the world. She would not be wasting her time if she didn't need milk. And her time and youngin' patience was ticking.
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