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ROSES ARE RED!
Username: Novablu
Name of egg: (red is male) Keivann
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He could feel the warm breath of his kirin he would grow to know as 'mother' on the shell, right by where his head was lying against membrane. He could feel the hesitation in her breath. They were touching...well, almost. They would be in only days from now.

He longed to feel the soft velvet of his mother's muzzle against his face. Tiny ears swiveled around and Keivann -- the name his mother uttered when she neared his egg -- curled his spindly legs into himself.

It was so cramped... He longed to feel his tiny hooves against something other than membrane. He longed to stretch out his coltish neck and dance along the plains, tail streaming behind him. He wanted to kick up those heels and run around beside mother.

Next to him he felt his sister, in her egg, shift weight. She wanted out too. He gave a groan and stretched best he could, leaning against the soft shell. Feeling his horn scrape the tip of the egg, he froze.

Maybe... Maybe it was time! His tail gave a little flicker.

With a small grunt, he jerked his head upwards, banging the tiny horn against the smooth inside of the egg. Instead of cracking it, though, a wave of cold resistance reverberated down his horn and rattled his little head.

No... Keivann's heart fell.

Not today.

He rested his face against the film of the inner egg.

He'd rather wait for mother, anyway.

ROSES ARE BLACK!
Username: Venexia
Name of egg: Styx
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Mother was gone, and she had taken the warmth with her The safe, secure feeling Styx had felt had ran away with her mother. Gone, gone forever. And now she could feel it, feel the dark shadows, the eerie dangers creep towards her. Slowly, slowly, they were whispering to her, teasing her, taunting her. Why had mother left her? Left her alone with these monsters, how could she have done such a thing? What had happened to the love that she had given, did that mean nothing to her mother? It was father, that must’ve been it. Mother loved Father more, Mother wanted to be with her father more than she wanted to be with her daughter.

Father’s presence… Styx could hardly remember its feel now, he was but a fleeting feeling. Had he cared for her? Had he ever loved his little girl? Her throat – or perhaps it was only her mind – emitted a low growl. No, no he hadn’t wanted her, he hadn’t wanted Styx. That’s why they left, they left because they didn’t want their eggs, because Styx was unwanted. At one point she had longed to break out of her shell and roam free with her family, but no more. Her family had not wanted her, had not the slightest care for her, and so she would care not for them.

The shadows danced around her, hungrily, greedily. And as she felt them now, felt them swirl and chatter around the safety of her egg, Styx did not find fear in them, but comfort. They were like her, they were unwanted and perhaps all they wanted was someone, someone to care for them. If that was so the two were in a mutual agreement, both longing for someone to care for them as some had not. Perhaps she could take care of the shadows; perhaps they could take care of her. There was a bitterness growing inside Styx, a cold, hateful feeling that begun to poison her mind. Her parents had not wanted her, they had loathed her, if there had been any love they would’ve stayed. But who needed them? If they didn’t care about her, then Styx no longer cared about them. Rage ran through her, who needed Mother? Who needed that warm feeling? It was all an illusion anyways, Mother had been hiding her, sheltering her from reality.

But now she had found the truth. Something of a grin sneaked onto her face as she felt the shadows once more. Their presence was not like Mother’s; it was dark and cool, tempting and forbidden. They were harsh, they were just, they were frightening. Styx loved them. This was reality - this was her reality. Shadows coated her egg, the darkness drawing her in and Styx pressed against the shell of her egg. She would come out, she would join the shadows; join the reality that called to her. And that grin returned to her, twisted happiness rushing through her.

Styx couldn’t wait to come out and play.

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ROSES ARE RED!
Username: elfgurl1234
Name of egg: Sachio
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I didn’t think much of it at first when mom disappeared. After all, she often disappeared for short times before returning. I was always so happy when she returned. This time was different though. She did not return. I remained hopeful for a while, but when a long enough time I passed I couldn’t help but give in to the fact that she wasn’t returning. This saddened me greatly. I wonder why she’s not coming back this time… I tried not to dwell on it for too long.

Instead, I focused on what I could hear of the outside world. Keeping my ear pressed against my shell, I listened with satisfaction to the faint sound of the birds songs. It sounded so beautiful. I wonder what makes that sound, I pondered to myself, never having seen a bird. I’ll bet it’s as pretty as the music is. The egg also usually looked lighter and felt warmer when the birds were out, so I wondered if there was a reason for the connection. No matter, I was sure to find out eventually.

When the egg was colder and darker, a new kid of music assailed my listening ears. It was quite loud and quite close. The chorus of crickets often kept me awake, listening along in silent wonder. With so many magnificent sounds coming from all around, it must be some beautiful sort of world outside of this shell. At least that what I assumed.

Time passed and things began to grow a little bit more cramped in my shell. I couldn’t move around as freely anymore. This bothered me a little bit, but there didn’t seem to be much that I could do at the moment. So instead, I resumed my usual hobby of listening to nature’s symphony, enjoying every minute of it.

Finally, the day came when the constraints of my shell could no longer hold me in. With a little effort, I had broken free and into the world beyond. The sun blinded me at first, but I was quickly able to adapt. Hearing the sound of birds singing, I looked overhead and marveled as a few flew by. Is that what has been making the music? They’re so small! But still beautiful, just as I thought. I struggled up onto my feet and looked around myself peacefully. This world was so much better than I had imagined.

ROSES ARE RED!
Username: Tnau
Name of egg: (red is male) Talen
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Talen had found himself usually nestled against his egg where in turn his sister would nestle closer to hers so both could keep warm as possible together, although when he felt his mothers warmth brush the top of his egg he edged just a tiny bit little closer. he also felt his sister move as their mother then proceeded to nuzzle her egg as well. Talen felt as if there were something wrong, the tiny foal squirmed in the closed space he wanted to be free and now. But as their mother noticed the egg move she whispered and cooed at him, promising her return soon.

Was it an empty promise? This Talen could not tell, but his sister had come back to cuddle against her egg and Talen decided it was best to stop his moving and not startle his sister. After all, it's not like any of them could break free from their eggs at the moment, both were still weak and to be able to survive in the outside world they would need everything on their sides. He hoped his mother would return, that she had left both of them up nerved him although there was only one plausible explanation. It was the Kirin that had touched him when he was much younger, he was certain it was a him and had even thought of the Kirin being his father.

His 'father' had left his mother, of that he was certain. His presence had slowly gone and now that he thought about it, his mother had been restless since his 'father' had not returned. Talen hoped his mother had not left them to go find their 'father', if so Talen truly wondered how or why his mother had foals if she could not care for them. Or maybe his 'father' had tried giving his mother a choice and she'd chosen him over them. Shaking his head, he curled around himself tighter and drifted to sleep with his sisters warmth.

In his sleep, Talen dreamed about his mother. He imagined her grazing in a field of tall grass, the sun bathing her in a golden light. He could of smiled if he had not seen in the distance a storm, brewing dangerously and getting closer to his mother. He wanted to scream, to help his mother but he seemed to be stuck in place. And when the storm reached the edge of the forest before the clearing Talen saw him, and his eyes went wide. His father, a dark looming figure strode forth pausing still at the edge watching his mother.

Talen tried screamed, tried kicking, tried something but his mother just couldn't notice the danger coming towards her. The dark Stallion moved forward, taking the storm with him as he walked blocking out the sun. It was then his mother noticed and looked up straight at his father, who had now reached her and was trying to tug her along. She turned to gaze up at Talen and let his father tug her along. Talen watched as his father and mother both disappeared into the woods and the sun came back. But it was too late. Talen was alone and his mother was gone.

Talen woke up from the nightmare, shaking violently in his egg and soon waking his sister who moved away from him. He hoped his mother would return soon.

ROSES ARE RED!
Username: ` P 0 5 ! 0 N
Name of egg: Prince Elijah
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It was a strange day, cold really.. Though that wasn't the strange thing, there was a drowning sorrow in the air. The young nameless egg could of tasted it if tried. Was something wrong with the one outside? Was she the one causing such sadness. If he was older he would of understood... this wasn't just sadness, it was goodbye.. It had been unusual his time in this dark space. In the beginning he had the warmth of someone other then the lady outside. He had no clue who this strange other was but it was always there, until one day it just disappeared. The egg thought nothing of it until now. There was sorrow that day to. Was the lady going to leave? Squirming as best he could in the shrinking space of his egg he tried to get the lady's attention. She couldn't leave. It was much to cold. Though no matter how much he tried to move the egg it didn't budge, he was much to young.. So when he felt the soft caresses outside of the shell, he quickly moved towards the warmth. But as soon as he got there it was gone. Though the presence was still outside. And when a soft kiss was placed at the top he tried to open his eyes to see, but as soon as his eyes opened just a sliver the filtered light coming through the egg caught him blinded.

There was a shadow though, he'd seen it! And as he heard the steps backing up he caught the faintest whisper.
My dear Prince Elijah... And my lovely ......
The words were drawn away, he guessed to that egg nestled beside him.. But the shadowy figure had spoken to him.. A name.. Elijah. He only heard the figure say one other thing before it disappeared.
Mother loved you both dearly..
Mother? A warm feeling spread though Elijah when he thought that. She was mother. But she was leaving! Trying to move once more Elijah found himself growing weary after a few seconds and allowed himself to drift off. Dreams of the figure called mother graced him. Each time little colors were added as he began dreaming of his mother for the first time.
Not realizing that she wouldn't be there when he awakened..

ROSES ARE RED!
Username: Satu Markula
Name of egg: Thales

Reply: He wasn't sure what the sensation was at first, when the wind began to drift over his egg; the unborn colt knew only that he didn't like it. Where had the other feeling gone, the one that was comfortable and safe, and he could hear a reassuring thump-thump in the background continuously? That sound was gone too, as was the... warmth? Yes, warmth... that was it. And now he was cold. He wanted to be warm again, and have that sound fill his ears; it had faded as the heat did, however, and though he strained his few senses, he couldn't find it again.

What had happened, he wondered, mind drifting in a hazy fog, grasping for the words and concepts that eluded him with ease. He still wasn't whole yet; he wasn't complete. The instincts and knowledge he would have once hatched hadn't set in, and it was so very hard to think... and it was so terribly cold. The wind outside picked up, growing stronger as it brought in a rainstorm; the whistling, howling sound of it disturbed his being even more. Where was the thump-thump, the steady beat that kept him calm, and lulled him into a state of peace? Why had the thump-thump gone away?

Panic was settling in over him as the sky turned an ominous gray. After a few moments of gathering dark and growing chill, the heavens let loose, and a steady drizzle began to fall towards the earth. The first few drops were a shock to his system, bringing an even deeper cold as the drops slid down the curved surface of the shell and began to gather and pool in the nest. However... as the wind died down and let the noise of the rain take over the chorus, a knot of tension inside of Thales eased. Plit-patter-plit-plit-plosh... it wasn't the comforting thump-thump that he wanted and craved, but it was steady, and it was close enough for him in that moment. The unborn moved slightly, tucking himself into a tighter ball in an effort to create more heat, his ears ticking in an unconscious mimicry of the noise that took him back to his safe place; the place where he could stop worrying and thinking, and turn instead inward to complete the ever important task of getting ready to hatch.

ROSES ARE RED!
Username:
Name of egg: (red is male) Spence
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My calcite home wobbles as Mother nuzzles first one egg, then the other. She whispers, telling us to take care of each other. Why would we need to do that when we have Mother and Father to watch over us? Confusion invades my mind. Mother’s kiss warms my shell and security is mine again. Listening to her quiet steps fade away, I slip into slumber and dream of what’s to come when my sibling and I break from our shells. Glorious days of romping in the sunlight, chasing grasshoppers as they spring from our passing. Running races with other young bucks and showing off for the fillies. My flowing mane and muscled haunches will no doubt attract many a fine young lass. My heart is happy with the dreams of what is to be.

Waking from my slumber, a dread surrounds me. Something feels wrong. Poking at my calcite prison, I find it still too strong for me to break free of. The time is not right to meet the new world yet. My ears strain to hear the return of Mother’s hoof beats, but there are no familiar sounds to comfort me. The coldness seeps in and I feel colder than I ever have before. Where is Mother? Why is she not here to keep us warm? Feeling confused again, my mind searches for answers. No memories come to ease my worry. Perhaps she’s gone in search of Father. Yes, that must be it. He needs to be here to welcome us when we break out of our shells. My heart is happy again with thoughts of standing next to Father. He’ll lead us to warm pastures to frolic in and to groves of fruited trees to fill our bellies. A smile widens my lips. My heart cannot stay happy though. The dread comes back to worry me.

My thoughts wander to my sibling. Does she know that Mother has been gone too long? Does she worry like I do? A bump nudges my shell, almost in answer to let me know she is still there. It’s a small comfort, but a comfort none the less, to know that I’m not alone.
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