[ORP] The Lost Foals (All foals welcome)

[Fatal Irony]

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- ANY foal is welcome to come into this rp, whether a Lost Foal or not. This could mean evil as well as good, so bear that in mind.
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It had been a few weeks since Halvar and his brother had emerged from their baskets to find themselves alone in this secluded place. It was a quiet place nested between a couple of tall mountains, sheltered and serene. At least, it probably would be serene, if it were not for the rowdiness of foals. There was always the sound of someone at play now, as to his surprise more foals had begun trickling into the glade and there were now many of them.

The sun was still low in the sky. It wasn't yet noon, by the foal's best reckoning. He stretched out his wings as he lengthened his spine and kneaded the earth with is claws in a massive morning stretch. He started making his rounds, seeing who was awake yet.  

[~Latonia de la Courtel~]

The best time of day was any time when it was cool, preferably mist-shrouded or cloaked in an incoming storm. At least, that was Tatyana’s way of thinking, with her dark pelt and glinting eyes. She saw best at night or in low light, her gaze blood red and keen, and she relished in the shadows that let her vanishing paws literally melt into the dark. Thus of course, the reason she was about at this hour, when most of the others would still be napping the day away.

Such an affinity meant she often stayed awake late into the night or woke very early, so that she could make her way through a still-quiet world and test her skills at sneaking about. With the arrival of more and more foals to the little valley she had begun to think of as home, she was finally beginning to amass an array of those on which to practice her skills. Still, a certain pair of twins remained her favorite.

She shadowed the footsteps of one of them now, doing her best to keep her breathing light and her paws silent. Halvar was good, one of their best, a founder of their band and as much a leader as Tatya could imagine herself a follower. At least he seemed to have good enough ideas most of the time, considering he was a boy. Then again, at least at the start of things that was all there had been, Hal and his brother, and then herself. But slowly there were more of them, dripping in here and there, wandering here and away again. Drawn by something with no name, and sometimes they’d stay and sometimes they’d go. Well, regardless of what the others did, Tatya was here to stay, as it seemed were the twins. Which was good, because she liked having friends and the thought of them leaving her made her want to sulk the day away.

But that was a problem for later. Shaking it off, the filly abandoned the shreds of her patience and leapt out of the brush, jostling Hal fondly. “Good day to you, Halvar. And what are you up to on so fine a day as this?”


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He was oblivious to the stalking of a certain filly as he made his way toward the small lake which provided them with water. His mind was on other things, not the least of which was the thought of breakfast. Still, he, his brother, and the filly Tatya had all spend a lot of their time honing their skills together - and the filly had a tell. She gets just a little too excited about her success and her breathing picks up, which Halvar caught when the wind shifted in his favor.

He wore a smug grin as she jumped out at him. It was a game of theirs, sneaking up and surprising each other. Much as he hated it, he lost more than he won against Tatya. She had some sort of innate talent he and his brother didn't share and it irked him that he wasn't better. But THIS time, he had caught her. "Why, good morning Tatya. I thought today I would do a bit of hunting. Care to join me? If you can manage to keep it down while we stalk prey, of course." He snorted at his own joke.

~Latonia de la Courtel~

 

[~Latonia de la Courtel~]

Tatyana had been working on her stalking and pouncing, the game entertaining enough when she had naught else to do. Tatyana didn't do well with boredom, and so tended to invent her own games to pass the time. She was fond of dreaming up random challenges and tests of her skills, and stalking Halvar was as good as anything else. He was pretty good, which made her work harder, and she delighted in the challenge of it. About the time she lost patience in the stealth of it all, she could tell he was becoming aware of her presence. Still, he let her tumble into him seemingly amused by the whole thing.

"Hunting? Hmmm, I rather like the sound of that. Infinitely more than the thought of fishing, at any rate." She wrinkled her nose faintly, annoyed at her lack of skill in that area before shaking it off to tease him right back. "If they're harder to hunt than you are, Halvar, I am sure I'll have no trouble it all."

She gave a wide grin and snapped her jaws idly at him, dancing along the path. "Will your brother be joining us, or is he sleeping the day away?"


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He dodged her snapping jaws and nipped at her in return, grinning. "I'm sure together we could take on something bigger." So far they had only chased smaller prey, but the foal was feeling daring and wanted something more... dangerous. "I saw a lion the other day. Want to try to catch it?" He grinned mischievously, swishing his tail back and forth excitedly.

At mention of his brother he furrowed his brow, thinking. "I guess he's sleeping? He hasn't bee around much." He shrugged, unconcerned. The Lost Foals came and went as they pleased and it wasn't uncommon not to see someone for days at a time. "That just means more fun for us!"

~Latonia de la Courtel~

 

[~Latonia de la Courtel~]

For her part, Tatyana giggled when Halvar dodged her mock attack. Her crimson eyes glinted brightly, amusement coursing through her. It made her bound lightly, paws whispering through the grass as she lashed her tail from side to side and circled him with bounding strides. Resuming her place at his side, tail lashing from left to right, she considered the possibility of their prey.

Fish, her least favorite dish and the prey she was worst at catching, were apparently not in the plans today. Halvar had a light in his eyes though, a curious sort of challenge beyond the glow of his own gaze. He was planning something, and she certainly couldn’t stand the thought of him having all of the fun alone. Mind more or less made up in that very moment, the filly stretched her wings wide and then nodded decisively. “Alright then. Something bigger sounds like it could be interesting, fun too. And the others will be quite impressed with us, if we manage it. I like the sound of that.”

Tatya canted her head to one side at his mention of catching a lion, her mind spinning to the traps they could try. “Well, not to eat. But maybe if we caught it we could teach it to be our friend? That might be fun, and would certainly be different. Do you know if it was one of the spirit-touched ones?”

The blue-coated filly rolled her eyes at the mention of his brother still sleeping, canting her head as she considered the sky. The sun was well awake, she rather imagined at this point everyone should be. Sleeping later in the afternoon –napping away the warmest hours- made sense… But sleeping all day long was just a waste of valuable time. They could be learning things, doing things, hunting and trapping and eating things. And instead, he chose to sleep? Boys were strange.

“That’s silly, he could be doing all sorts of interesting things.” She muttered, lashing her tail out until it tapped at Halvar lightly. “Well, his loss then. I would much rather we find something fun to do than to sleep the day away. Alright then, this lion. Where did you see it last, do you recall? By the river maybe? Do you think if we caught a rabbit or a bird to feed it, that it would make it easier to catch? Is your plan that we dig a trap, or craft one?”

Words trailing off, she tilted her head again, half in thought. If it was spirit-touched, maybe it would understand them if they spoke to it. Maybe then, the better plan would be to speak to it rather than to try to catch it. But if it was not, and they did catch it, she hoped feeding it would make it like them. She didn’t think she wanted to do it harm or see it harmed, felt too much like a cat in her soul to risk it. It was like kin, in a way.


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