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 Posted: Mon Feb 22, 2010 10:42 pm
Nameless begged his legs to work, if only for a short while. He needed to get away, to run again. His muscles were horribly tired and he wasn't sure just how long he would be able to run for but he had to try. As he gathered his legs under him to raise himself up he hear the other say something. Carnivore? What did that mean? Was there a wolf nearby? Oh no, he couldn't let a wolf get him, or his father. As he carefully raised himself up on shaky, tired legs his eyes fell upon the other.
Wait that wasn't his father? Now was it his mother. Had he send her here to kill him? No, he couldn't let that happen. He had to live to see his mother again. "Nameless did nothing wrong." He told her as he took a few hesitant steps back. Her eyes held a glow to them much like his father's had. That must mean she was one of them. "Nameless doesn't want to die. Nameless is not an abomination!" The colt didn't wait to hear what she had to say about that, he turned and ran. Ran as fast as his tired, sore legs could carry him. Clearly he had not run far enough the other day, he would have to keep going. But how much farther would he need to run in order to escape his father's hatred. Well whatever it was he would do his best to do so.
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Posted: Tue Feb 23, 2010 6:53 pm
Imbri stood puzzled as she watched the foal run off. What on earth was wrong with him? Whatever it was he wasn't normal, she was quite sure of that. Should she go after him? Imbrium wasn't entirely sure that she wanted to. It was quite likely the little foal would probably try to eat her again or at least attack her.
The black mare sighed a little and slowly walked over to the little stream. Glancing in the water she got a good look at herself. Her coat was covered in mud and dirt and her mane was tangled with brambles. She also looked tired, and she really did feel tired. Taking a drink of water she thought over her options. Sure there was something wrong with the colt, but if he was alone he would surely be dead in a matter of days. With her mind set she started to use what little water there was to at least clean off the dirt around her hooves. Once she had taken a chance to rest she would continue in search of the foal. The mare at least had to try.
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