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 Posted: Mon Dec 03, 2007 1:15 pm
((Thanks so much for giving me the link to this! I couldn't seem to find it @_@ ))
"I know I must have meet my parent's back when I was younger, but I don't have any memory of them. Though I can imagine what they would have looked like." Spotty said, imagining the family he never met, "My sister and I are both spotted with rainbow colors, so I'd imagine my parents were the same."
It was a bit sad that the stallion had never met his parents but he didn't think about it often. Spotty was always someone that looked to the brightside.
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Posted: Mon Dec 03, 2007 3:17 pm
((no prob. :3))
So he had met his parents... he had just forgotten them. He must have been really young when he left, or was separated from them, then. Haya still couldn't quite understand what might have happened to make that separation. Maybe they both got suddenly attacked and eaten by wolves or something... but wouldn't the wolves want to eat the foals first?
"I know a rainbow stallion," said Haya to fill the empty space while he thought. "But he's a unicorn and doesn't look much like you." He didn't think that Vis was the type to go around ditching foals either. He had put up with Haya well enough, after all.
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Posted: Sat Dec 15, 2007 11:11 am
The discussion had Spotty thinking of the family he never had. The thoughts were disheartening and clashed with the stallions personality. He knew that his parents were long gone by now. All Spotty wanted now was to change the subject. "Rainbow seems to be a good stallion color," he laughed "So, do you have anything you want to do?"
To Spotty, it seemed that they were getting along well; and he didn't want the conversation to get too deep. A game or running would be a nice change.
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Posted: Sun Dec 16, 2007 8:17 pm
((Sorry for taking so long on the response... sad stuff happened and I didn't have the will to RP for a while there.... ))
Anything he wanted to do? "Uuuuuuurm...." Haya's tail lashed absently behind him. In all honesty he was still in a bit of a grumpy mood and wanted to knock something, or someone, over. He didn't think that Spotty would necessarily be the best to appreciate something like that with, though.
He stomped a foot and tossed his head, saying a simple "Not really." He knew that he was being difficult with a stallion that had been remarkably pleasant even through his bad temper but he couldn't quite bring himself out of his funk.
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