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 Posted: Wed Mar 26, 2014 11:45 pm
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Posted: Thu Mar 27, 2014 1:37 am
It had a long few months.
They had come to love each other in a broken down graveyard and they had come to mistrust each other there too. That mare had come and told a story, and she had remembered....Remembered? Was that the word really? Was it memory or something else? She didn't know. She didn't understand.
But the story had been her story, she was sure. She had been the Lydia of it and out there somewhere was her Lance.
She had become angry, bitter at finding it out then of all times. She was happy with Westrion, they could have a life. Then they were fighting, and she was crying. Lament had cried and cried.
A part of her wanted to find Lance, because there was something innate in her that made her want to find him. Their story deserved an ending.
Then they learned she was going to have foals. They made their peace. She did not want Lance, she hadn't wanted to see him--not like that. But the words had always failed when she tried to explain. Westrion had every right to be suspicious.
Now though, they were fine. She needed to tell him what Lance meant to her--how he was the past. But she did not want to disturb the peace as they laid there together looking at the baskets of foals.
"Look what we made," she whispered nuzzling him. She could feel the distance that was there. She hated thinking back on the days of her hormonal anger and sadness. She needed to tell him how sorry she was, but for some reason she kept her tongue
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Posted: Thu Mar 27, 2014 9:21 pm
 He did not know what to think or to feel. He loved Lament, but ever since the green haired mare told the story of the hanging tree, there has been a rift between the two of them. Westrion had known that there was a chance that Lament had another love in her past and it was one of the reasons he did not express his feelings for her in the beginning; when she told him that she loved him he thought that that would be it. Oh how wrong he was. This Lance, a shadowy character of her past, seems to draw her to another story, to another fate. How was he to compete with that?
If she had not been pregnant, what would have happened? Would she have left him to search for this Voodoo practicing Lance? Having this doubt pulled upon his heart, he would remain faithful to her no matter what, but these past months have been filled with more arguments than words of sweet nothings.
The wings on his black twitched as he looked upon the three beautiful baskets. They were a light in the dark, a rain storm after a year of drought, a spark of hope in a unsure relationship. He smiled at Lament, pushing down his doubts, she was here with him now and that is all that mattered. “Such beauty we have made.”
What would the fates of his three children be? The first basket was more natural in coloration; the second was dark and shadowy, while the last had a more yellow tint that reminded himself of his own coloring and that of his mother. Three children, three lives, three fates intertwined.
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Posted: Fri Mar 28, 2014 3:18 pm
She looked at him and forced her smile to stay, she could feel the distance between them. She wished they'd never met that mare, never heard the story. But wishing would not change a thing.
The baskets started to move more, and she watched in anticipation. "Maybe it'll be today."
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Posted: Fri Mar 28, 2014 3:23 pm
The dark basket moved gently. The long legs kicked and pushed against the darkness unafraid. Her head poked out, her whole body in shades of black, white and grey.
She stretched out her legs and stood wobbling, her eyes taking in the others staring at her. She was drawn to them immediately, the voices she had heard from within the basket--voices that she loved.
She took a step out of the basket and wobbled to the ground.
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Posted: Sun Mar 30, 2014 9:52 pm
Lids lifted from young eyes for the first time but quickly closed as a bright light was met with searing pain. The colt recoiled into the basket, any desire he previously had to exit the dark warmth extinguished with that brief experience. All was well and right until he finally honed in on the muffled voices coming from outside of his sanctuary. They were the familiar tones of those he had heard every day since being placed inside of the basket. They were warm and kind, but had an edge of something different to them as well. An emotion he had yet to identify in his inexperienced novelty of existence.
At that moment in time he was caught at an uncomfortable crossroads. Emerge and face the piercing pain he had been confronted with only moments before, or stay within his wicker and never enter the world inhabited by those who watched over him day after day. Hearing another sound just outside caused him to lift his head. Could he really ignore what the world beyond this darkness offered?
With a resolved squeak he flexed the things on his back, abruptly sending the top flying from his basket. He lay flat against the bottom of his home a moment more, surprised by how easily he had managed to escape and struggling with the uncertainty he was still battling. Eventually his eyes opened and he was surprised to find that the light did not cause as much pain this time. Lifting his head he rested it on the rim of the basket and blinked a few times, attempting to adjust to the scene before him.
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Posted: Mon Mar 31, 2014 7:55 pm
His gaze went to the baskets and when he looked at Lament, his smile was no longer forced. He was a stallion, even though he knew that logically Lament was still with him, he felt that there was an emotional rift between the two of them that could only take time and lots of talking to close it. Yes they have been through some hardships and together they would overcome the problems they now faced. “I believe so.” His words were proven true, for just a few moments later, the dark basket began to stir. A filly grey and black in coloration stepped out of the basket, her wings were as black as night and her mane was a mix of black and grey.
Westrion’s attention went to the next basket, the brown natural colored one. Its top flew off and a startled looking colt stood blinking in the sun light. A smile appeared on the countenance of the stallion, how could one not be joyous at the sight of new life and seeing the looks of awe on those who see the world for the first time. This colt was more earth like in his coloration and his mane was as dark as his sister’s wings. Like his sister, he had four wings upon his back, but they were a mixture of brown and white.
The father of three turned his gaze expectantly at the last basket. What would it be? Another girl or would it be another boy? As he continued to watch, the basket twitched and then stopped all movement, as if the foal inside the basket was unsure if it wanted to come out and see the light of the new day. He walked over to the little basket, “It’s alright little one, you can come out. Nothing here will hurt you.”
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Posted: Mon Mar 31, 2014 8:14 pm
 Was it time already? Could she not spend a few more restful minutes inside the nice comforting confines of her basket? Yes she knew that she should come out and say hello to the world and that her time alone was at its end, but still, she liked being in the closed space. It gave her the sense of security. During her time in the space words had filtered in, giving her new thoughts and ideas along with words to express what she felt. If she left her basket she would finally be able to talk, to communicate using the words that she has absorbed during her solitude.
She shifts to the left and then to the right; a pause happens as she again thinks over the reasoning why she wants to leave the confines of her old home? After a few moments the reason came to her, she wants to see the life she has only heard whisperings about, she wants to feel the sun upon her face, the wind tickling through her mane, and most of all the delicious aromas of the flora surrounding her. Within her basket there was so many things that she was missing, she was missing life and that was something she just could not do.
The words of her father sealed her fate, with one ungraceful tumble, she rolled out of her basket to become a heap upon the ground. Her father was the first sight she saw. He was a large stallion with strong black wings upon back. His face was kinds and filled with excitement and love. Her gold eyes went next to her mother who had a large tree growing upon her back, the filly’s eyes widened in shock and then she looked to her own back where a tiny twig rested. It was then her gaze went to her siblings, they each were winged like their father and colored so strangely.
On shaky legs, the filly removed herself from the basket and walked over to her siblings, her twig swaying with each tiny step. She paused and looked at the purple flowering branch, what did it mean that she had a tree and her siblings had wings? She looked to the sky and then looked to the forest. Wings were overrated anyways, the earth was where life was thriving. The filly finally made it to her siblings and gave each of them a wide smile, excited to finally meet them and then turned to look at her parents expectantly.
What names would they bestow upon her and her siblings? Something interesting, something fascinating… hopefully something that no one would likely forget. She wanted a name that stories were told about. She was too young, too naïve to understand the meaning of the words ‘be careful what you wish for’ and she would not have cared either way. The world was her playground and it was time to PLAY!
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Posted: Mon Mar 31, 2014 10:02 pm
Lament lurched to her feet and took in the sight of her three children. They were so beautiful, she could not believe that she and Westrion had made them. Her throat felt tight as she looked at each of them in turn.
She nuzzled her son and looked at her two girls, one of them dark with great wide wings and one with a tree sprout on her back. "Don't be afraid little ones," she said gently. Eveyrthing was goign to be okay. Everything was going to be fine.. She and Westrion were going to be okay.
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Posted: Mon Mar 31, 2014 10:12 pm
The dark foal struggled back to her feet, moving the great things on her back. Wings, they were called. Everything felt so wobbly and strange. She moved forward carefully keeping her balance. Her body quivering with the effort.
She looked up at the mare who seemed so tall. There was a giant tree on her back. She knew that this female was her mother. Gently, she nudged her mother and brother with her head and settled against her for a moment.
The sky was so blue. There were sprigs of grass coming up. She blinked rapidly, everything was just so bright. She hadn't expected that, she was used to the dark confines of her basket.
Her eyes caught on her dad, and she walked toward him. He had great wings like her and a flowing cape. She reached up to try to nudge his face, but he was too tall.
They were both smiling, and she saw her little sister and she returned the smile. "Hi!" she squeaked, using her voice for the very first time.
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Posted: Thu Apr 10, 2014 8:44 pm
Unintelligible blobs coalesced into discernible figures as the young colt’s eyes became accustomed to the light of the sun. Taking a moment he eyed his surroundings before clumsily lifting himself out of his basket and setting his hoof on the bare earth for the first time. Newly utilized joints and muscles trembled as he fought to remain standing, his body feeling weak but strong at the same time. It had so much potential and in that moment he knew his life had truly just begun. A small smile formed on his face and grew larger when his mother stepped forward and nuzzled him. Closing his eyes he leaned into her touch, enjoying the sensation and cementing their bond.
If having his mother’s affection wasn’t enough then he could count himself doubly lucky for a breath hadn’t even gone by when his sister came and nuzzled him as well. He suddenly felt very foolish for clinging so stubbornly to his wicker prison in the beginning. The world was full of so many more wonders than he could fathom, being loved was only the first. Turning his gaze to the side he noticed his other sister approaching. Stepping away from his mother he shakily walked toward her, nearly tripping as his wings spread a little and threw him off balance. Once he caught himself he decided to mimic the motion he just learned and, moving gently, he rubbed his sister’s cheek with his nose.
The moment came to an end when a high pitched sound broke his nuzzling. Turning about slowly he found himself looking at the darker of his two sisters and grinning. She had spoken! He had squeaked before but hadn’t ever used any words. He was interested in giving it a shot but, for fear of appearing foolish instead remained quiet.
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