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 Posted: Sat Aug 25, 2007 8:26 pm
It was an amazing thing really, how such a bundle of energy had come from fruit he remembered to be so little when he first caught sight of it through his hallow dark eyes. However it had come to be, Aitumn wasn't about to regret any of it, no matter the events that had unraveled themselves throughout the time he spent here. Well, that is, Zak of course. Which had the Jala nearly snorting at the thought, but he restrained himself. His foal was safe for now, Cress was here, as was himself; and he doubted he'd let the little thing go of on his own any time soon.
Pricking his ears, the blood bay watched as the colt took his first uncertain steps, chuckling slightly at the sight of his tongue. Funny things foals were. He wondered momentarily, if Lucius' foal had come about yet. Hmm, he'd have to investigate that some time.
Slowly he gaze shifted back to the gilded mare, catching the nudge and the words that left her mouth. However, he only greated the challenge with a wide smirk. Lucky for him, he had plenty of energy and will to run around, so keeping up with the tyke would be no challenge for the Jala. So he suspected anyways. A name though? Oh bother, he hadn't been thinking of that... oddly enough. "I'm not quite sure", he started, glancing back down to the white colt. You would think with all the nequus he met, naming would be a breeze, but unfortunatly Aitumn didn't quite have the knack for it. "Something with... a 'T'?" He had always found that letter to be quite appealing, but it was difficult to say why. With a small shake of his head he continued. "Not too much help, I'm afraid."
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Posted: Sat Aug 25, 2007 8:53 pm
A T? Hmmm... The gilded mare looked down to the bundle of energy that was their son, thinking hard. No names came to mind, however, but no matter. "I can't think of anything at the moment, I'm afraid. You'd think naming wouldn't be that hard, but it is," she said with a light chuckle.
The little foal pranced around in circles, continuing his chant of 'papa, mama, papa, mama' before a butterfly fluttered across his path and he halted in mid-step, staring at in awe. He immediately set out after it, cantering after it as fast as his wobbly legs would permit, though he did suffer from a tumble on occasion as he went.
The butterfly turned, fluttering back towards the couple, seeming to attempt to get away from the golden-horned colt, though he raced after it as fast as he could. The colorful insect rose higher and floated through the leaves of the trees, disappearing from sight. The little colt stopped following it, instead prancing in a circle and flapping his small wings uncertainly, staring up at where the butterfly had disappeared. Where did it go?
Oh well, it didn't matter. He lowered his gaze to the couple nearby, and a grin formed on his muzzle as he pranced over, looking up at the both of them with his ears perked. He took a few steps closer to his sire, reaching up as high as he could to blow warm breath at his father's muzzle, wanting to play more. "Papa!" He said, wiggling his short tail as he spoke.
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Posted: Sat Aug 25, 2007 9:08 pm
He bobbed his head at that, thoroughly unable to think of one himself. Hum, come to think of it, how did most parents come up with names for their children? Damn it all, this was one of those times he wished his remembered at least something about his dam. Maybe he had asked her before, but couldn't remember? Ah well, no use in thinking about now, something would come to them eventually.
However, his ears did p***k quite quickly when he noticed the youngster take to his hooves more quickly then he would suspected; and go after a butterfly in some direction away from the tree. Unconciously, his hallow gaze swept the area, taking an inventory of their surroundings and checking to make sure nothing was lurking around the corner. No green Aeri's to be more percise. Upon seeing nothing harmful, the Jala found himself nearly surprised with a breath of warm air.
At that, the stallion gave a deep, low nicker, allowing his velvet lips to vibrate slightly as he did so. If it was play the colt wanted, it was play he was sure to get. He still couldn't stop a smirk from forming, of course, as he mimiced the white creature's movements and flicked his own, lengthy midnight tail out behind him.
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Posted: Sat Aug 25, 2007 9:32 pm
The sudden breath of warm air caused the white colt to blink several times in succession, wrinkling his nose as he did so, before he grinned up at his sire. He snorted, about to blow at his sire again when a flicker of black caught his eye, and he leaned his head over to see Aitumn's long tail. The small foal pranced over and began to thoroughly inspect the midnight tail, and he looked behind him at his own stubby little excuse for a tail before looking back at his father's. He blinked several times, wondering how his could be so long and the colt's so small in comparison, before the matter slid from his young mind and he trotted to the other side of his father, reaching up to n** and tug at his father's lengthy mane instead. He attempted to copy his father's sounds, offering a small, unsure nicker towards the blood bay before reaching up to n** at his father's mane again.
The gilded mare flicked an ear, her mind still on a name as she watched the little colt chase after the butterfly and return to play with his sire. Tim? No... Tom? Nah. Why didn't anything good surface? She watched the colt bemusedly, allowing herself a light chuckle. "You'd think he'd eventually get tuckered out," she wondered aloud, ears perked as she watched the little foal.
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Posted: Sat Aug 25, 2007 9:48 pm
It was a wonder Aitumn never stepped onto his own tail at times, so he was surprised when the colt didn't happen to trip on its long strands. That was good though, he liked having it long whispy, and would have hated to crop it off for the sake of untangling. He supposed he was just odd like that, but he had always seen his lengthy tail as a sort of emblem to his balance and agility, for certainly not many would be able to keep it at such a length without having at least a few problems with some type of movement.
Whoa, hold on, back to the colt! Feeling a tug near the crest of his mane, Aitumn gave a short shake of his head and withers; tossing and bouncing the sleek mane against the side of his neck as he did so. "You'd think so", the stallion chuckled in response, peering over at the colt to his side. With another low whicker from the base of his throat, the stallion broke from his standstill to trot a half circle around the white colt; his feathered hooves lifting in what seemed like a slow, animated version of the colt's prance.
Once he was partially behind the youngster, he snaked his muzzle out to softly bump at the colt's flank, before changing direction and heading towards the other side of the tree, wondering if he would be followed and had perhaps started a game of tag. Then again, in response to Cressida's earlier comment, Aitumn was just like him.
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Posted: Sat Aug 25, 2007 10:05 pm
He was perfectly happy to n** at his father's mane, but the blood bay trotted behind the little colt. Why? Before he could turn around completely he felt a soft bump on his flank that sent him jumping, whirling around so fast he toppled over, eyes wide in surprise. What was that? Seeing his father prance off, the colt grinned, forgetting about the bump completely as he hoisted himself up more easily, racing after his father and nudging the stallion's side before nickering and racing off around the other side of the tree.
The gilded mare smiled as she watched father and son as they pranced about, initiating a game of tag between them. She chuckled lightly, her tails flicking a bit. She clucked her tongue a bit as her thoughts wandered back to a name. Something was tugging at the back of her mind, but what could it be? The perfect name was on the tip of her tongue, she could feel it, but it simply refused to come to her. What had they been talking about that had brought about such a feeling?
And then it hit her like a ton of bricks. Similar to sense hitting Zak in the head, which was probably more shocking. "Tucker," she murmured as her emerald eyes focused the white colt. Yes, it sounded like a nice name to her, but what would Aitumn think of it? More importantly, would the little foal have any opinion on it? She couldn't remember how she thought when she was just born, so maybe he would, or maybe he wouldn't.
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Posted: Sat Aug 25, 2007 10:27 pm
Normally Aitumn would have been paying attention to most anything around him at the moment, but this wasn't normally. And as such the murmured name escaped his attention as he felt the colt tap his side. Now, perhaps it was expected of him to turn right around and chase after the little white foal, but he did exactly opposite of that. The stallion continued on his path around the side of the tree he had picked to follow before. However, his steps did get a bit more cautious as he got closer and closer to his target, knowing that soon he would meet up with it on the other side.
Strangely, Aitumn didn't snake his way around a particular golden sheen obstical, but rather outstretched his neck to give Cress a nice, firm tap with the tip of his nose. As soon as he did though, the Jala actually jumped to the side to avoid being 'caught' and raced towards and a bit past the white colt, nickering excitedly at the game... and the fact that Cress was now undeniably it.
As if such an action wasn't enough intice the game to all parties, both mare and foal alike, the blood bay wore upon his muzzle, a smirk so devious even his hollow dark eyes couldn't resist the playful mood. With ears pricked, he waited for either of them to make the next move.
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Posted: Sat Aug 25, 2007 10:46 pm
The golden mare had been too busy pondering over the name she'd thought of to notice the antics of Aitumn, but she was soon brought back to reality as she felt a firm tap from his muzzle. "What...?" She turned her head in time to see him spring away to avoid being tagged, and she offered him her own smirk. So that was how he wanted to play, was it? She laughed, prancing to the side before trotting towards him and the little foal, wondering if she should tag their son or his father.
The confused foal watched as his father ignored the tap he had given him, and he became even more confused as his father tapped his mother. What was going on? It became a bit clearer though as his father trotted back to where the colt was standing, and the gilded mare came over, presumably with the intention of nudging one of them. With a grin and a squeal the colt bounded away, ears perked and wings flapping awkwardly.
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Posted: Sun Aug 26, 2007 12:37 pm
The stallion gave a shake of his sleek head, apparently feeling a bit rambuncious now that there were more to play with. Ahahaha, so much for feeling old most of the time, he didn't need to know his age to feel the effects of the joy a healthy, hopefully well son could bring him. Of course, as soon as Cressida came trotting over, Aitumn did the same as their son, and went trotting off in the other direction; his feathered hooves stretching outwords to grab at the distance between each stride.
He wasn't quite sure exactly which one the Reya would go after, but he didn't want to leave the foal unattended either. So, with this in mind the blood bay went forking off in the relatively same direction as the white creature, chuckling as he did so.
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Posted: Sun Aug 26, 2007 12:47 pm
Cress nickered softly, trotting a few quick paces forward to gently nudge the white colt on the flank before halting. "You're it!" She chuckled, turning and trotting in the opposite direction, wondering what the foal would do.
In the midst of his bounding he felt a tap on the side, and turned his head just in time to see not his father, but his mother trotting away. But now he faced a dilemma: Which to go after? He grinned, getting what he figured was a sneaky idea. He quickly reached over and bumped his muzzle against Aitumn's shoulder, and bounded off in a fresh direction. "It! It! It!" He called to his sire, racing off as fast as his spindly legs could carry him in no particular direction save away from Aitumn.
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Posted: Sun Sep 23, 2007 11:22 am
"Is that so?" he called after the boy, shaking his great, dark mane as something came to mind. Oh, he was devious when he wanted to be, and all the more willing with his reckless view of reality and life. Quite oddly, he went bounding off himself, not quite in a b-line towards the little white colt, but at an angle where he could hopefully turn the colt around and start heading back towards Cress. He wasn't quite sure who to tag just yet, but he found it would be rather easy if he got them both in the same area; that and he didn't exactly like the idea of their son running off without one of them near by. Eh, still, a game was a game and Aitumn was certainly having fun.
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Posted: Sat Dec 29, 2007 9:23 pm
Cress slowed to a halt and locked her green eyes onto her golden-horned son, muscles tensing slightly as he ventured so far from their tree. It was all right, though; Aitumn was right there, obviously making an attempt to herd him back. She relaxed a bit and smiled, then danced off to the side. "Come on, or daddy will make you it again!" She called to the white colt.
He continued to bound through the trees, when suddenly his wobbly legs wobbled a bit too much and sent him tumbling onto the soft grass. Sprawled there, he watched his father upside-down for several moments, then looked towards his mother. He quickly rolled over and jumped up, looking back and forth between his parents. He jumped in place for a moment, ears perked, and looked at his father. "It, it!" He called, wiggling his stubby tail excitedly. He enjoyed being it, because then he was able to chase his sire or dam. Not fully understanding the rules of the game they were playing, he quickly trotted towards his father and started trotting in a circle around him excitedly. "It, it! Daddy it!"
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Posted: Sat Dec 29, 2007 10:02 pm
It was an entertaining set up, chasing down a foal with the intent on tagging him, and an even more special occasion due to it being his own son. Had Aitumn ever expected something like this to happen? Not for years and years of travel until he had completely become tired of it all; but obviously he was quite pleasantly surprised. Such a wonderous little colt too, and thank goodness for that horn of his, for most assuredly it would come in handy in the future. Then again, he would rather not have it come down to that in his lifetime, but Aitumn couldn't be there to protect him all his life, and he doubted Cress would either. He just had to hope for the best for his little crossbreed, who at this moment had his heart swelling with pride.
It was however the voice of Cress that called him back to reality, his dark, hollow gaze resettling back onto the foal and his strides slowly considerablly as he watched him fall. At first his ears pricked forward in silent alarm, his head raising from its usual arch to an alertful erectness as he took a quick glance around the area just in case. Before he knew it though, and before he could get a chance to stride over to the colt, he was up on his hooves once again. That made him smile.
About to lope over in that direction once more he was surprised to find that his target actually came over on its own accord and starting trotting circles around him. Stunned, Aitumn had to stop so he didn't run into the little tyke. "Oh? Well not for long", he chuckled in response to chimming foal. With a percise movement he tapped the colt's flanks, and began forward again, this time towards Cressida and the tree, careful to be slow at first to make sure he would follow. "C'mon now! Can't catch me!"
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Posted: Sat Dec 29, 2007 10:40 pm
The colt fairly danced with excitement, and burst into a jumping, prancing fit as he felt his father bump his flank. "It!" He squealed excitedly with a broad grin on his face. "It, it, it!" He suddenly realized what he had to do, however, and turned on his heel and raced after his father as fast as he could, spreading out his wings as he ran, though he didn't notice them yet. Upon reaching his father he gave his shoulder a firm tap with his muzzle, then slowed to a stop near him. His eyelids drooped a bit as he let out a considerably large yawn, moving his wings around a bit.
Cress smiled, taking several strides towards Aitumn and their son, giving the child a small nudge to his shoulder. "Looks like someone's all tuckered out," she said before offering the blood bay a smile. "Looks like you had more energy than he did," she said with a light chuckle. "I'm sure he'll want to play tag again after he rests for a while. I'll bet he wants to take a nap now. Such an adorable little guy," she said with a smile, her bright emerald eyes focusing on the white colt once more.
Tucker fairly stumbled over, somehow recognizing his tree, and he slumped down on the grass beside it. He let out another large yawn before shaking out his stubby mane and curling up beside his short tree, his eyelids drooping quite a bit.
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Posted: Sat Dec 29, 2007 10:59 pm
Well! Perhaps he shouldn't have loped off that slowly, had he? Little guy actually caught him before he could kick up the gear and be out of reach. That was fine though, either way he could get the boy back to his mother in a jif- that is, unless the game was already over. Slowing to a stop with thudding hoofsteps that extended outward and jolted his shoulders slightly in a quick stop, Aitumn craned his head around almost at the exact moment as the last jolt and gazed at the white thing behind him. It was rather cute, he had to admit, and he wasn't normally a prancy-gaited stallion with a sparkling eye to almost any upbeat feeling. "Poor fella," the blood bay cooed softly after his son as he went to lay down next to the tree. He hadn't realized foals could get so tired so quickly, but then again how could he? He didn't remember anything before his adult life, and he hadn't had much contact with foals beforehoof. Oh well, he'd learn right alongside little Tucker, just what it means to be someone's father.
A faint grin pulled at the ends of the stallion's muzzle as he turned his attention back to Cress, the wonderful golden mare that had made all this possible for such a sonofanag such as himself. He knew it too, without that little chance encounter who knows how long he would have had to wait for something like this. Too long in his opinion. "I hope so, there's so many games I want to teach him. And stories, its been awhile since I've had an audience to listen to one of my tales of fantasy. Do you think he'd enjoy something like that?" He didn't mind asking her questions like this, even if it did seem a bit off-handed for his personality. He couldn't quite help it, even if he had a mind to curb his thoughts. Which at the moment, he did not.
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