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 Posted: Mon Aug 20, 2007 4:54 pm
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Posted: Mon Aug 20, 2007 5:01 pm
The "toxic" mare, as she'd often been called, walked wearily on the edge of the forest. She was daydreaming about Disconium, though she'd never admit it. A small smile creeped across her face as she played back their last encounter, though it quickly faded when she thought about their many failed attempts at starting a family together. The sun was setting, and so she quickened her pace so she could find a suitable place to sleep.
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Posted: Mon Aug 20, 2007 5:26 pm
How can one forget the distinct sound of a pack of wolves howling to one another? One can't and certainly a young foal, still in her basket couldn't. The sound of barking and panting, the chaos of stamping hooves and snorting, it was all too familiar of that night that left the basket alone. Of course, it didn't realize that the unfortunate occurance was going on around it or what was causing it.
Fortunately enough, one of its herdmates had escaped and had dragged the basket away. Once they settled the basket into a brush, it fled. What was it to do with a basket? It wasn't theirs, nor did it know how to take care of it when it was to emerge. It just hoped that another horse would spot it and that another predator wouldn't.
So here was this basket, alone and unaware of its surroundings. It was just there, waiting for its time to emerge, wondering what its parents looked like and what they were like. Oh, how she hoped they were tolerant.
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Posted: Mon Aug 20, 2007 5:53 pm
Midori stopped momentarily. It had been long since she'd eaten, and she was famished. Her lips gently plucked some blackberries from the bush that the basket was well hidden in, not noticing it in the slightest bit. While pawing at the ground, her hoof hit something. Peering down at it, she gasped. "Oh my..." The mare carefully nudged it out of the thorny bush, being sure to keep it upright, as well as avoiding the sharp thorns. Once she had succeded, she stared at the basket, wondering what terrible fate was to become of it if she hadn't found it. Looking around wildly, she wondered if it had a caretaker already. She sniffed it, scenting wolves. "H-hello?" Continuing to look around, she trembled, fearing what may be lurking in the shadows.
Not wanting to find out, she grasped it in her mouth by the seem, and dragged it briskly out into the open, where she was sure nothing could pass without being seen.
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Posted: Thu Aug 23, 2007 2:08 pm
There was no one around the basket, just the animals that resided around the area. The basket, hearing a voice after what seemed for forever, wiggled anxiously. Perhaps it was Mother or Father after all this time?
The foal inside felt herself being moved and wonder what was going on now, this now being the second time. Right now, she didn't care... someone was there with her. With that, a delighted noise came from the basket as it tried moving to whoever was around.
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Posted: Fri Aug 24, 2007 9:41 am
"Be calm, little one. Everything's alright." She wasn't exactly sure if she had spoken the truth, but she didn't care. The basket was safe for now, and Midori would stay with it through the night, hoping that its parents, or whoever had left it in the bush, would come. Laying down beside the basket, she hummed a soothing tune, one that she had remembered from her childhood.
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Posted: Mon Aug 27, 2007 7:10 pm
Hearing the comforting words outside, the basket slowly calmed. Feeling something land next to it, it wiggled over to it and nestled softly against it. Now all the basket could do, was just wait to be able to emerge and see the faces of his loving parents.
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Posted: Sat Sep 29, 2007 6:24 pm
The mare woke up. Morning at last. Yawning lightly, she looked around. The basket's lid was propped open, and the foal was out of sight... Or was it? Standing, Midori stretched her legs quietly, peering around for the little foal. Having not seen it yet, she was quite curious as to how it looked. The shocked look on her face when she saw the little foal covered in metal would be priceless.
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Posted: Sun Oct 07, 2007 4:33 pm
Having bursted out of the confining basket some time after dawn, the small filly had managed to wobble some distance away from her 'prison' while the mare slept. She didn't get too far with some odd extra weight on her back, but she seemed to have gotten to where her basket was originally found. After finally getting used to these new appendages under her and weight over her, her bright eyes turned back to where she had came from. The mare was stirring and stood up. Was this her mother? Of course it was, why would she think it wasn't? With a smile, she neighed softly to her.
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Posted: Sun Oct 07, 2007 5:25 pm
Midori stared at the filly in amazement. What else was she to do when she saw the poor thing covered in obviously heavy armor? She nickered softly back, a small smile making its way across her face.
Peering around in hopes her parents had returned looking for their basket, the mare sighed. Nobody. Just her and the foal. Was she to raise it or make it fend for herself? Surely she couldn't have a little foal dressed in metal wandering around aimlessly in the Soquili lands. Who knew what would happen to it? It was then that she decided to raise the filly as her own. "Hello. I'm..." She took a deep breath. This lie would change her life. "Your mother."
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Posted: Sun Oct 14, 2007 7:01 pm
Not aware of what was on her back, just thinking that it was just a part of her, she had no idea what her 'mother' was looking at. She was about to ask when the mare had nickered in return to her.
She took a look around as well, when the dark mare did, wondering what she saw now. Of course the little filly wouldn't understand things like predators or even the fact that the mare was looking for any sign of her parents.... which reminded her, there didn't seem to be any sign of her father. She shook it off and just figured that he was just off somewhere else. It quickly left her mind when the mare had responded that she was, in fact, her mother. With a wide grin, she ran -well, wobbled hurriedly- toward the mare. "Mama!"
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Posted: Mon Oct 15, 2007 3:04 pm
The mare watched the little filly hurry toward her, smiling as widelu as her face would let her. She had hoped for children for many months. Had the spirits finally answered her prayers? Or would all of this come crashing down on her later in life? This thought was quickly swept from her mind as she heard the word from the foal. As it to reassure herself that this was happening, she quietly repeated it. "Mama..."
What was she to do? Should she name the filly, or did she already have a name? Should she give it food, or had she already eaten? Midori decided to deal with the first problem. "Hello, little one." She smiled sweetly. "Now what shall we call you?"
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Posted: Sat Oct 20, 2007 2:21 pm
Upon reaching her 'mother', she nickered happily once more and nuzzled against her leg, tail swishing frantically behind her. She paid no mind that the mare looked different from her. She was just relieved that her fears within the basket were wrong and that her 'parents' were safe.
Nuzzling her a bit longer, she only stopped when her mother asked about what to call her. She canted her head and looked away in thought, "Hmm... I have something in mind. Something like the food of gods of some sort. What was it again?" She bit her bottom lip softly as she continued to remember what the word was, though a lot of things were running through her head, it was hard to keep something like that in.
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Posted: Sun Dec 02, 2007 3:06 pm
The new 'mother' grinned. "My, what a wide vocabulary you've got. Are you perhaps thinking of Ambrosia? If so, I think it's a marvelous name." Nuzzling the tiny foal, she questioned, "How long have you been in that basket, exactly? I seem to have lost track of time." She, of course, hadn't lost track of time, but was curious as to how educated the filly had become by listening to conversations. Whoever she had been around were obviously either very sophisticated or had nothing better to do than say and define large words near the basket. Midori laughed at herself for the thought. Who would be bored enough to do that?
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Posted: Sun Dec 09, 2007 4:08 pm
"Yeah... that's it! Ambrosia... I think it fits." The filly exclaimed, stamping her hooves happily. Nickering lightly, the newly dubbed Ambrosia nuzzled her mother back, tail flicking happily back and forth, as fast as it could wag. How long? That was an odd question coming from her mother. "I don't know... not like I was keeping track. Ask Daddy, he should know. Speaking of which, where is Daddy anyways?" With that, the little filly ran about the larger mare in search for any sign of her father.
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