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Post by Aniya on Jun 21, 2009 11:56:58 GMT -5
The evening sun was setting fast and the full moon had already started to show it's bright face over the eastern horizon. The frantic calls of a young foal could be heard ringing across the land. It was quite a sad sound as they radiated softly almost weakly. Standing in a small clearing not far from where his mother took her last breath was a small painted foal. His ivory and ebon pelt was quiet the contrast to one another, his coloring bright and bold as was his personality already. Barely more than a month old and still extreemly small, Zedidiah snorted softly before letting loose another frantic call, his ribs shaking from the force of his whinnys.
After a few moments, he swished his tiny ebon whipcord and stomped his tiny hooves before walking back over into the underbrush and layed down. Resting his small skull upon his long slender pillars as he waited for anyone to come, his mother was dead and he knew it...he had watched her for days. She no longer moved or held warmth and the small stud didn't understand his loss.
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Post by [N]evvy on Jun 21, 2009 13:16:45 GMT -5
Ivory and ebony pelt glistened slightly in the full moon that came over the hill to spread its delicious cream over the landscape. Pillars carried the femme into the lands, a small noise heard during her exploration. Apprehensive thumps were heard, vibrating slightly through the ground as Arietta came in, peaks twirling on her crown, listening for any danger, but more importantly what lay hiding. She let out a nicker, unknown if the animal would reply to her or not. Tiara came toward the ground, orbs searching, looking for whatever wished to be found. She stopped for a second, listening once more. The scents of foals were heavy around here, but there was one in particular that smelled newer than the rest. But trying to follow it was hard. She let out a sigh, but would not give up on her search. She let out another nicker, Come out little one. I will not hurt you. I brought my head back up, standing there, not moving. A slight breeze blew across, her banner and tassles swaying slightly. She hoped the babe would come out, or at least give some indication as to where they were.
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Post by Aniya on Jun 21, 2009 13:31:10 GMT -5
The tiny foal had finally surcome to sleep, his breathing relaxed as his dreams took him down the memories that his mind held close. The call of the mare woke him with a startle, struggling to get to his hooves before the creature could capture him. Giving a small squeel as he tripped, sending his small body falling heels over head. Sprawling in the small opening only feet from his hiding spot. Ivory and ebon painted form laying panting, his body hurt now. The pale cotton hue seemed to glow in the full moons pale rays giving him away to the eyes of any who were looking.
Pushing his body into the air quickly and pulling his chin to his chest in a fierce showing of his stubborness and mock domonance. He was only a month old but maybe they would back away if they were there to hurt him. Pawing at the ground visciously before snorting. "I'm not scared of you." He nickered at the mare, his little voice slightly squeeky.
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Post by [N]evvy on Jun 21, 2009 13:45:49 GMT -5
She watched as the colt came tumbling out. He was so small. She watched him stand and take the posture of one that was a warrior. He was the same hue as she, but the muscles that could be seen in the faint light showed that he was of different breeding. She did not comment on him tumbling out, not wanting him to know that she saw the weakness. What is your name? And where is that you come from? If he wanted to act like he wasn't scared, she wasn't going to treat him like a foal. She'd treat him as if he were a stallion and not a foal.
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Post by Aniya on Jun 21, 2009 13:53:04 GMT -5
The foal looked up at the mare, his tiny body quivering and his bluff quickly failing. Swallowing slowly before answering her quietly. Taking a few steps away from her and back in the direction of his hiding spot, "I'm Zedidiah...and I come from my mother." He studdered out as he backed his rump into the base of the tree, making him squeel and run beneath her. His towers perked forward as he shook, not quiet understanding what had snuck up and bumped him. Being beneath her felt safe and he scooted his tiny body against the back of her forelegs.
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Post by [N]evvy on Jun 21, 2009 14:03:37 GMT -5
Arietta watched the foal start backing up from her. She had brought him out of his little ploy. She watched as he started backing up, listening to his tiny voice. Quickly maternal instincts were rising, but she pushed the aside. She did not want to go and comfort him. The fae wanted him to come to her. And come he did. As he ran into the tree, he came straight for her, hovering beneath her lithe body. She looked around, making sure there really was no one there before turning her head toward him. I am Arietta. What you spooked at was just a tree. If you would like, you may come with me for the night until morning. Then you may decide if you want to stay with me. She did not want force his decision, she wanted him to decide for himself. He may be young, but he could make his own decisions.
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Post by Aniya on Jun 21, 2009 14:14:09 GMT -5
Zedidiah looked at her with pale blue orbs that held more fear than courage. He didn't want to say that he was scared but he was. "I can stay if I want to Arietta?" He asked as he walked closer to her muzzle, keeping his body extreemly close to the mare. His body was skinny and he wanted milk, but he figured that she would have none. She had no foal at her side...but maybe that was why she was here...to have a foal. But she only found one.
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Post by [N]evvy on Jun 21, 2009 20:58:29 GMT -5
Arietta had to. She nuzzled his tiny neck just a little bit. Yes, you may stay. Black and white tail swished in the moonlight. If you would like to come, you may follow. Steps were softly taken back in the direction of the Apple Tree Meadows. The cold was slightly nippy, but for a foal that young, she knew it could mean death. She hoped he would follow. But it was his decision, not hers. Daggers made soft imprints that would be gone in a few days' time. She listened intently for his.
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Post by Aniya on Jun 21, 2009 21:07:23 GMT -5
Zedidiah watched her walk off, his tiny twinsets perked forwards. The cooling night air began to chill this tiny body. Nickering loudly as he broke into a run to catch up with her. Once he caught up with her, he strugged with her long strides. Keeping his tiny form close to her right hip, his muzzle outstretched as he hurried along. Never once did he complain about her gate, he wanted to stay with her. Hopefully she wouldn't want him to go or lay down and never wake up like his mother had. Glancing over his shoulder for a moment at the disappearing sight of his birthplace.
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