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 Posted: Sat Jul 25, 2015 4:09 am
This is a private roleplay between Kyaishi, and Lunadriel.  
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Posted: Sat Jul 25, 2015 4:51 am
Sabina was in that awkward growth stage between foal, and adult. Already, she considered herself an adult. A sister of the flock wasn't whole, until their coming of the age ceremony. This Hatetalon had a ways to go before that day. However, the young harpy already had a basket in her clutch! The basket, not her own biologically. Yet she had found it in the forest, and claimed it as her own. Nobody could say where it came from. Sabina had insisted that it was rightfully hers. After much debate, she was permitted to keep the basket. The basket would stay in the nesting ground, under the care of the nannies there. If it hatched into a stallion, Sabina could not keep him. He would be left to fend for himself, abandoned outside of the Northspring area.
Sabina just knew it was a mare though. A claw coiled around the basket, and pulled it close to her. One of the nannies barked at her to leave it be. The nursemaids in the roost seemed to have eyes in the back of their head. Sabina was ignored by them, till she began to pull at the basket out of boredom. One would harp at her, without even turning around. Her head sunk, as if she had been hit by the words. "Tsk.." A black claw scraped at the weave of the baskets side, intentionally, before letting go. Tell me what to do... It's my basket! White sockets glared at the nanny that dared to yell at her.
Sabina tapped her claws back and forth. "Oh come on already. Uhhh!" She made a dramatic sigh. Baskets were boring. She wanted a foal to play with! Sabina's twin had already sauntered off to go find something more interesting to do. Sabina didn't want to chance it being a colt, and stolen from her when she wasn't around. Not that she could change the fate of it, but she still wanted to be there. And when it was a filly, she would be sure to let it know who was boss from the moment it saw the world.
Sabina bumped the basket, a bit harshly. It scooted a bit, and the basket wobbled. She jerked her head, leaning in real close. Nothing. Pffft. "There was a spider on it!" she yelled back to the nursemaid that scolded her for pushing the basket. A few knew her well, and had helped to raise her what seemed like yesterday. Yet she had no respect for any of them. Only for herself, and her sister. Some wouldn't put it past her to push the basket off the edge of the cliff to the roost, if she got bored enough. That's why they kept a watchful eye on her.
Sabina huffed, rolled her eyes, and rested her chin on her leg. She wondered what her sister was up to.
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Posted: Fri Aug 07, 2015 7:39 pm
It was dark.
The little white filly was gradually coming into awareness of the outside world, as if from a prolonged sleep, and the voices outside her basket made her tiny ears twitch in displeasure. Her limbs were beginning to twitch as she became accustomed to them, though she had little desire to venture out of her safe haven quite yet- it was warm and comfortable here, after all. The air outside seemed to make her want to shrink back and lull herself back to sleep, but she was starting to feel just a little bit restless. A surprised squeak escaped her, unfamiliar to her own ears, as her home was jarred rather violently, and she was momentarily disoriented.
Two sets of blue eyes blinked open blearily, unable to focus in the darkness within her basket, but unwilling to stay put when something was disturbing her home with such vigor. Her small, unused muscles trembled a bit as she lifted her head for the first time, nosing at what she thought to be the roof of her little haven with no small amount of trepidation. Achingly slowly, the wicker lifted away from the rim, and she thoughtlessly pushed aside the obstacle as blinding light assaulted her sensitive eyes. She let out a soft mewl of dissatisfaction, squinting and blinking both sets of eyes rapidly as they adjusted to the light, and slowly, a dark figure came into focus.
Finally managing to finish pushing the lid of her basket to the ground beside her, the white-furred, red-patterned filly began to take in her surroundings with avid curiosity before settling at once on the larger mare before her. Curious, but not vocal, she tilted her head in wonder at the feathers and crown on the other female, smiling softly at their prettiness. Overly-large, kittenish ears flicked at every new sound that drifted through the clearing, and a thin tail lifted and flicked absently behind her, though she seemed barely aware of its presence. She let out a sound that may have been a croon of satisfaction, though it sounded vaguely like a purr.
Gradually, she became aware of the other Soquili milling about, all four eyes growing wide at the sight of them- much larger than the mare guarding her basket (she didn't stop to consider that perhaps the mare wasn't guarding her basket, too young for the idea to even occur to her), and all decorated in feathers and pretty baubles. She made a pleased sound that was not quite a whinny, hooking one foreleg over the rim of her basket in impatience, though she stopped and furrowed her brow in consideration at the sight of paws, and not the claws that she saw on all of her caretakers. Immediate thoughts of standing and exploring the new area now forgotten, the newborn foal scrutinized her paws, slowly becoming aware of the differences, though it was mainly followed only with confusion, as she was too young to grasp the connotations.
Lifting her eyes, she met the closest harpy mare's stare with an imploring look of her own, hoping that she might be able to help with her confusion.
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Posted: Sun Aug 23, 2015 5:56 am
Sabina perked as the basket squeaked, then began to quiver and rock with movement. This being the first time she had ever experienced such a thing as a foal emerging from it's basket. The anticipation had her barely able to breathe! Now was the time she would discover the prize inside the snow white basket with red markings.
Sabina gathered herself and stood over the basket, unable to sit still. She began to pace, grimacing her face and thinking "Come on! Be a girl!" The process seemed to take forever, as her claws clacked on the ground from her pacing. In moments though, bright eyes peered out of the basket, then made such a queer noise. It sounded almost cat-like. Sabina's claws tightened and relaxed, then tightened again, as she stared down at the little white foal. Her own gaze met by an extra set of eyes. Wow. This is not what she expected! Such a rare trait, that it had not been seen in the whole Northspring herd. This is more exciting than she thought! A true prize, if her foal was rare and exotic.
The baskets lid made a dull rustling sound as it hit the ground. The tiny foal looked up at her and smiled. For a moment, Sabina smiled too. At this point, she was almost certain it was a filly! She began to tap a claw, watching the kittens tail flick around. Well, stand up already. she thought, unable to break the moment by speaking. It wasn't over yet, nor was she in the clear.
As the filly stood, one of the nursemaids nodded her way, confirming it was indeed a mare, without saying anything. They had been watching Sabina closely, and the new foal. For if it had been a stallion, there would of been a swift intervention before Sabina could get attached. Or any mom with a new foal. This was the way of the herd. The colts were taken to a separate area, weaned, and released as soon as they could barely survive on their own. They even had harpy whose sole job was to deal with postpartum depression, in the event a sister didn't take well to loosing an entire brood to male offspring.
Sabina opened her mouth, and gave a silent laugh, then turned back to look at the filly as she took a step out of her basket. Her eyes followed that of the foals, looking down at the paws. Sabina's face of wonderment, slowly fell. Not hooves, nor claws, but paws. The least common of the three. Everything about the fresh filly, resembled a feline. Even the big ears. But paws? It really was perfect. So why did this make Sabina turn sour?
The filly was too perfect. Sabina Hatetalon, sister of three daughters to Edana Hatetalon, already had jealousy for her older sister and her rank and bond with their Queen. It always felt like she was outshined by both her sister, and her mother. Nobody paid her any mind when they all went off to battle a dragon, and bring him back for the Queen's next brood. She was forced to stay behind, being too young to fight. Then had to watch everyone dote all over all her flock sisters victory. Now, jealousy reared it's ugly head, as she looked on at this pristine, untainted foal, with pristine traits. How easily, she too, could outshine Sabina.
This was not something she would permit. A vision came to her, of the filly grown, beautiful and strong, standing over her in the battle field. Her eyes snapped back to reality. The harpy hissed at the little foal, in her moment of self created fear, then began to harp at her. Though she held back some of her tone. Even if she intended to teach her her place, she still was just a basket born mare. "Hurry up now. You've kept me waiting long enough, haven't you." she looked away from the foal, and took a deep breath, glaring into the distance. "You are weak. Let us find you food." she leaned over the foal, nipping at her rump lightly to get her to finish stepping out of the basket. "You are safe here, as long as you stick with me." she assured her, half lying, but wanting the kitten to be dependent upon her. Part of her wanted to scoop the filly up under her claw, and coo at her. Her pride though, greater than her maternal instinct. Her vision, not one she would let come to fruition...if she could prevent it.
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