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 Posted: Thu Sep 20, 2007 4:09 pm
'kay SO.
This RP is between.. Lovey Dovey and Flossy...
Then Lovey Dovey, Flossy, and Lloyd.
THEN Flossy and Lloyd. biggrin
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Posted: Thu Sep 20, 2007 4:16 pm
The day had started out like any other with a little bit of primping and a little bit of grooming to make the world seem just a bit prettier. Lovey was starting to feel well, a bit aged, and that was something the mare certainly didn’t plan on owning up to. Sure, being a young mother had given her the gift of four beautiful girls but it had also aged her like nothing would probably ever have the ability to do to her. Ignacia, who would always be her first baby for all intents and purposes, was a delightful mare and part of the light of Lovey’s life. She had been a huge stepping stone in the matter of growing up and now came around often enough for comfortable chats. Next up was Fudge, her youngest and quietest of the group and the one that actually made Lovey think the most. Honey, her oldest, seemed to be the most self-assured save fore a few problems when it came to having a solid footing. Last, and never least was her middle baby, CandiFloss. Flossy had always been a bit of an oddball. Jabbering a mile a minute or simply sulking in a corner until “her way” was done. Mmm, her mind had certainly found time to wander away.
Lovey stepped out of her teepee and let the sun glisten on her mane and tail feeling just a bit vain. Sometimes hair simply decided not to part correctly. A quick shake of her head cleared out all the junk of the past hour or so and the mare breathed deeply, feeling just comfortable. A high-pitched giggle caught Lovey’s attention and she turned just in time to see the sparkle of a rather glittery yellow heart on a cream rump. Looks like Flossy has come for a visit?
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Posted: Thu Sep 20, 2007 4:17 pm
A visit? Well, sort of. Flossy had been feeling a bit unusual lately and the giggle that had been issued certainly did ring a lot higher in pitch than what any of them were used to hearing from her. Right now the mare was splashing rather aimlessly in a puddle that was only a couple of inches before it had been trampled and now had become, quite frankly, a damned mess. The soft cream fur had become ratted up and a muddy brown mixed with streaks of her original tan. (That would be hell to clean up) And up her body were splotches of mud-water that didn’t stick the same as mud but once they dried her body would kick up dust for ages. Her vivacious curls were bouncing almost manically up and down as too much energy went into what the little mare did. Her green eyes had utmost focus on the mud-water beneath her hooves.
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Posted: Thu Sep 20, 2007 4:18 pm
What on earth, heaven, and hell? Lovey’s first thought was, “What on earth was Flossy doing to her coat and hair?” The struggle to get her youngest to even submit to a once a month hair treatment usually wore Lovey out enough for her to go curl up and take a nap. Little did her youngest know that when she was asleep or napping sometimes their two legger managed to get a bit more of the gunk into the wild curls. She smiled for a moment, remembering the little one’s childhood and the happy memories they had made in the past few months. Her Flossy was all grown up, yet why did it seem like something was possibly wrong with her?
Moving forward with a deliberate carefulness, Lovey’s pace was sedate and nearly impossible to hear unless the person was paying attention. Flossy certainly wasn’t doing that. Eventually Lovey came full circle and she was able to just stop and watch her middle child in.. play.
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Posted: Thu Sep 20, 2007 4:19 pm
Flossy didn’t notice her mother coming around her and the young mare really didn’t notice what she was doing. Her mind was about a million miles away and there really wasn’t anything that could be done about that. It was probably rude to not be paying attention when you had company nearby but the mare found that with her mind completely mushy and all that being polite didn’t rank very high up on her to-do or must-obey list. Her curls were bouncing with so much energy that her eyes had to stay shut to not feel the sting of the possible lashing they could receive. The breath that jerked in and out was becoming more and more labored with each passing moment and soon enough the mare would be in a full-blown lather of sweat. If anybody were to happen upon them right now they would see a very obviously distressed mother watching as her daughter tormented her body and didn’t speak a single word.
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Posted: Thu Sep 20, 2007 4:19 pm
With each passing moment Lovey felt her heart beginning to pound a bit harder and faster with a mix of adrenaline and panic. Where her or Biscuit’s genetics bad? Was it possible to pass insanity onto a child or had she done such a poor job of raising her children that one of their minds had broken? OR what if something had happened to her daughter when she hadn’t been around. Something awful like a skin walker or Kalona nearly destroying her daughter. Lovey wanted to step forward but right now the only outcome would be either her or Flossy being injured. The mud was slick and Lovey could end up kicked or Flossy could lose her footing and fall in a very dangerous way. A Soquili with a broken legs was nearly hopeless unless perhaps the gods favored them.
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Posted: Thu Sep 20, 2007 4:21 pm
Flossy was having trouble keeping up the same pace and in the back of her mind the scent of her mother was beginning to register. Not nearly enough to stop yet but at least part of her had triggered in a way that said she was likely to pass out from exhaustion if things went well… Questions and Nothingness both burned at the mare’s mind and Flossy couldn’t really control what she was thinking or wanted to think or do or anything really. Slowly, her mind was starting to take control of her normal thought processes and functions.. But not nearly fast enough.
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Posted: Thu Sep 20, 2007 4:21 pm
In between a bounce Lovey could have sworn she saw a flash of something in her daughter’s eyes and her bouncing in the mud was slowing. Now was the time to act! Well, not act yet but speak to Flossy and try to get through whatever was hurting her baby. “Flossy.. CandiFloss, sweetie.. It’s mamma”
What else could be said? -Stop it right now you’re scaring me?- or better yet -I taught you better than that?- That would simply prove to be cold blooded and most likely make Floss’s mind slip farther away to avoid being shunned by her own blood. Damnit, what was going on?
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Posted: Thu Sep 20, 2007 4:22 pm
Mamma. Mamma. Mamma. Ma-Ma. Ma-Ma. Ma-Ma. The tempo of the two words beat like a drum in Floss’ head over and over and over again. She stopped bouncing entirely and went to a stomping. Slamming one leg down and then the other. Ma Ma! Ma Ma! MA! MA! MA! MA! The blood that flooded her mind was entirely uncomfortable and the force which her legs beat the ground was making her start to slide a bit. Not to mention that sort of blunt force couldn’t possibly be good for her body even if she was young. After all, what you do in your youth adds up in your old age.
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Posted: Thu Sep 20, 2007 4:24 pm
Lovey’s ears pinned back in surprise and a bit of shock. Instead of helping when she spoke it had turned to a violent beating of her legs on the ground. What was she beating them too? Was there a reason behind the violent smashing of the innocent mud? Lovey’s coat was getting spattered by the violent stomping and Flossy was no closer to being cooled down or sane. Speaking again hadn’t helped, but it had made her change. Perhaps speaking again would make the change to something good. How much worse could things possibly get, right? “Flossy baby.. Please it’s mamma.. Talk to me about what’s wrong?”
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Posted: Thu Sep 20, 2007 4:24 pm
Wrong? Wrong? What was wrong? Everything of course. Wait, a whole complete thought had gone through Flossy’s mind. Slowly and with a whole lot of force and thought going into it Flossy managed to still her movement. One leg then the other stopped and stood entirely still in the mud and the other one pawed the ground for a full two minutes before trembling to a complete stop in the mud and gunk. Her hair was wrapped wildly around her face and ears, sticking on end and in parts the hair had frizzed enough to seem afro-like in appearance. Her head began to sway from side to side before violently shaking like a dog. As if trained to do as told the mane bounced back to it’s spot and settled. Frizzy and bedraggled, Flossy’s eyes opened.
“Help me.”
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Posted: Thu Sep 20, 2007 4:25 pm
As soon as the shaking, stomping, and such had stopped Lovey rushed forward and began to nuzzle her daughter rather frantically. She needed to be reassured that her baby was all right and that nothing was going to ruin her. Sure enough, besides labored breathing, sad almost blank eyes, and a trembling that seemed to come from deep inside. Flossy was all right. Healing the inside took much longer than it did the outside… but who was she to talk? Her own growing up had been painful and full of little laceration. Nuzzled Flossy’s nose softly, Lovey spoke to her in a quiet motherly voice, “Darling… Let’s walk down to the pond and cool you down and talk.”
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Posted: Thu Sep 20, 2007 4:26 pm
The loving on that followed made Flossy tense up a bit. Her mind was still set to an almost animalistic way of thinking, much like the foxes and such she saw prancing in fields, the close contact connected with her in a good way but right now finding the way to say that she enjoyed it wasn’t overly easy. Sighing softly, very delicate and feminine, something nearly foreign when speaking of Flossy she nodded softly to her mother, “Yes mamma, let’s go.” Too bad this was just too normal to be Floss. If any other Soq had spoken like that it would have been normal. Not when you’re CandiFloss though.
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Posted: Thu Sep 20, 2007 4:28 pm
Lovey blinked and managed to swallow down her immediate questions and demands. Flossy would have time to explain what was going on when they go to the water. Until then she began to slowly walk beside Flossy, purposely draping her mane over Flossy and staying in close contact. At first Lovey had been starting to feel hurt at the tensing of her daughter but now she chose to ignore it and stay close. The water was only a five minute walk but with their slowed pace it took about ten minutes. Flossy hadn’t giggled, hadn’t smiled, hadn’t done anything cutesy or hyper. That was what had been missing from her response. Normally Flossy had too much energy. So much so that after awhile she’d nearly explode with the need to just do anything and everything that was available.
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Posted: Thu Sep 20, 2007 4:29 pm
Flossy stopped at the water’s edge and stared at herself in it. For the first time in her life she was so confused that the water didn’t make her feel comforted. Instead it felt like the water was accusing her. She raised tear-filled eyes up to her mother and spoke in a voice so soft it was nearly inaudible, “Mamma, what’s wrong with me? Nobody likes me.. And today I got this funny feeling around… around..” Her voice broke and a tear slide down her cream face slowly before dropping into the water and distorting her image. Flossy was nearly back to the point where she’d destroy anything around her and the antsy pawing at the ground was the only signal being given right now.
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