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 Posted: Wed Nov 21, 2007 10:13 pm
 The little colt neighed happily as he trotted about in the field. He'd finally grown just old enough to where his mother trusted him to be alone by himself (for a little while, at least), and he was taking full advantage of his freedom while he still could.
Ruffling his tiny blue tipped feathers, he trotted about, full of energy, but no way to use it. He wondered what trouble and mischief he could get into... Makke wasn't around, neither were his other siblings. Perhaps he could find a way to cause mischief on his own?
Grinning, he paused, furrowing his brow as he put on his best thinking face. What to do, what to do!
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Posted: Wed Nov 21, 2007 10:47 pm
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Posted: Wed Nov 21, 2007 11:05 pm
He had scrunched his eyes so tight as he continued thinking, he nearly missed spotting a dark figure darting about the field in his peripheral vision. His head shot up, and his blue eyes grew wide. What was that creature?!
All at once, the figure came into better focus, and Mire could make out the silhouette of a young foal... a foal that looked just like him and his brother Makke! Actually, more like Mire than anything else, since this little colt shared the same kind of wings Mire had on his OWN sides!!
Excited, he whinnied in the direction of the newcomer, and attempted to take off into a gallop to meet him halfway. There was no need to plot up mischeif, not when he could be investigating this foal that looked so similar as himself!
"Hiiiiya!" he called out between pants, feeling his tiny heart beating fast as he increased his speed, "Who are you!?"
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Posted: Wed Nov 21, 2007 11:44 pm
Moose flinched a tad at the whinny before giving a shake of his head and snorting in reply to the foal. The foal blinked a few times as he noticed the other racing toward him; yet Moose made no movements to increase his pace to reach the other faster. The colt was still tormented by the thought that this foal he was about to meet might in fact be another one of his siblings. Moose was alright before with not having met his other sibling since the fewer he knew the better off he thought he would be; after all it would be one less to compare his self to and feel inferior to. His ears perked up some when he heard the other calling to him; asking who he was. Moose frowned a tad before waiting a moment so that the other drew even closer. "My name is Moose..." He replied in as loud a voice he could muster; his words trailing off at the end. "Who're you?" He inquired as well of the other colt.
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Posted: Wed Nov 21, 2007 11:50 pm
The young colt laughed as his running came to a halt, right in front of the other foal. He mimicked the other foal's snort in return, finding it funny just how serious this other creature was acting. Why, he didn't act like Makke at all. Perhaps this was how a foal with wings was supposed to act?
Firming his smile into an indifferent scowl, he puffed out his chest and continued to stare at the other foal, his blue eyes still twinkling with the eagerness of finally having met someone outside of his family.
"I'm MIRE." he said proudly, nodding his head as if to reassure himself, "Nice to meet you, Moose. You.... You've got wings like ME!"
And just like that, the pretend haughtiness was gone. In its place, the eager foal had returned, and Mire trotted around the darker Moose as he examined the other male from mane to tail. "You look just like me... am I s'posed to know you or something, Moose?" Mire asked curiously.
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Posted: Mon Nov 26, 2007 5:47 pm
Moose tilted his head at the other colt's disposition. He sure acted... odd to say the least. One moment he was beaming; the next he was scowling; and a second after he was overjoyed again. The foal wondered where such an emotion range came from. Giving a quick shake of his head however he disregarded the behavior and tried to be polite in return. "It's nice to meet you as well, Mire." He nodded his head as he spoke; though Moose was taken aback when the other exclaimed about his wings. "My siblings have wings the same as I." He eyed the him suspiciously; still a hint lingered in his head that this colt may be another sibling of his. Moose gave a slight cough and paused before he replied to Mire. "Please don't take any offense... But for my sake I sincerely hope that we are not supposed to know each other in a manner such as being in the same family." The colt frowned slightly and continued. "Do you have siblings Mire?" His voice was hesitant; hoping that Mire didn't mention knowing his own sister Tsula.
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Posted: Sun Dec 09, 2007 1:15 am
Something seemed to be bothering the other colt, and Mire tiled his head, curious. Perhaps he had come across Moose at a bad time? Mire himself knew what it felt to be depressed on occasion, and had grumpy days where he didn't really feel like being happy.
He nodded his head at the other boy's question, and his quizzical expression turned back into the carefree grin. "Yup! I've got a sister AND a brother! But neither of them have wings like Momma and I; that's why I found it cool that you have wings too. And YOUR siblings have wings too!?" The mental image of having an entire family with wings made Mire slightly jealous. There were times when Mire felt awkward at having wings while his brother and sister did not, and he knew it meant that one day he'd be able to fly... while they couldn't. Thinking about the prospect of flying, his mouth opened once more.
"Have you ever flown before, Moose?" He asked, his ears perking. "Momma said I'm not old enough, but I bet since your whole family has wings that ya kind of know how to fly already?"
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Posted: Mon Dec 10, 2007 1:19 pm
Moose's eyes widened Mire's first sentence, 'I've got a sister and a brother!' The colt also had a sister and a brother; Tsula and Fairre respectively. However; his expression visibly softened when Mire continued to state that neither of his siblings possessed wings. This colt was one less that Moose would have to worry about comparing himself to; for the most part that is. The colt always compared himself to others yet his primary concern was how he compared in regards to his own siblings; his own masochistic nature was truly related to the overwhelming number of relatives he possessed. However; Moose was not enthusiastic when it came to replying to Mire's following questions. There was an uneasy feeling in his chest when he heard the other's eager tone; as if Moose would have a number of exciting stories about flying that he would be about to share and Moose didn't want to disappoint Mire. He monotonously shook his head. "I haven't had the opportunity to fly yet and my older siblings fly; though I don't think my younger ones do..." The colt substituted the word 'opportunity' into his sentence since it had a better feel to it than the first sentence he had thought of; 'I'm not comfortable trying to fly.'
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Posted: Fri Dec 28, 2007 9:06 pm
He smiled, listening to the slightly older foal. It was nice, to finally have gotten to meet someone outside of his own family, for a change. Not to mention that this new somebody was a Wind like him, which made it even MORE intriguing!
"I can't wait to fly, myself," he confided in the other boy, his wings twitching eagerly at the thought. "To soar so high in the sky, like the birds do! If birds and bats can do it, I don't see why horses shouldn't be able to."
He nodded his head, agreeing with his own words. The other colt didn't seem nearly as interested in the prospect of flying as Mire did, but Mire understood that everyone was entitled to their own opinions. It probably got boring anyhow, with Moose, since his whole family could already fly. Mire only had Momma, who preferred to stay on the ground for the most part. Maybe that's why he wanted to do it so much... because he couldn't?
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