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 Posted: Sat Jun 30, 2012 7:59 pm
This is an rp for Zelia by herself finding the baskets of Andromeda *Owned by Lord_Pipi_Ara* and Ophelia *Owned by InsaneButterfly*  My teepee
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Posted: Sat Jun 30, 2012 8:32 pm
Zelia's skin prickled with nerves as a twig snapped under her hoof. It was okay, nothing was going to come out and jump on her. She should be calm. That is what she took this walk in the middle of the night for any ways. She hadn't been able to sleep. Her loving mate had offered to come with her, but she had made him stay, saying she just needed time to think by herself. When she rubbed against him it was obvious he seemed weary from staying up with her the past few weeks. And if she had been able to see past the blindfold she wore she would have seen it too. Part of her was glad her eyes were kept from seeing that. She would not to see a frown on her mate, especially if she had help cause it.
It had been a few weeks since she had donned the blindfold she now wore. And it had been a month since the reason for that blindfold had occurred. Her child had gone missing. No where to be found even after endless days of searching. And why should a mother be able to see things her child could not? After coming to that conclusion she had demanded help to put it on.
So here she was, in the forest at night alone. a breeze kicking up to chill her wet checks, the chill biting at her tired weapy eyes. She tried to do as the mare Harumi had tought her. To listen to her surroundings and she would be able to walk safely with the blindfold. The teachings just hadn't sunken in yet.
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Posted: Sat Jun 30, 2012 8:42 pm
Zelia took another step and suddenly something soft was in her way. She didnt know what it was, but if it was soft she didnt want to hurt it. She tucked her head in and rolled in order not to push what ever was in her way too hard. When she was able to catch her breath, she moved slowly to touch it with her muzzle. Tears came hard and fast as she remembered the feel of this item. It was a basket. A warm, slightly moving basket. Which in her mind could only mean one thing. Foals! She forgot herself as the word roared in her mind, quickly taking off the blindfold to see if she was right.
And there they were, three lovely perfectly small baskets. One with a touch of lilac, the other a soft caress of blue, and the final a little hint of red. She nuzzled them, the feel of the warm thatch work giving slightly under her touch. But something was wrong. She caressed the red one again and found it cold. Frowning, she realized this basket had not made it. Her head moved side to side to see who could ever let this happen to their babies, and found the culprit.
Or at least what she thought could have been. A laid out skeleton of a horse lay a yard away. Muzzle pointing toward the baskets as if it watched them still in its death.
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