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 Posted: Sun Nov 25, 2007 10:11 pm
Her short, white-gold tail flickered back and forth as she tried to think about how to best get at the berries without them falling down to the ground and getting dirty. Her musing coming to an end when she realized the only possible way to do that was to fly into the tree itself, she sighed and lay down at its base, knowing it was impossible. Her brothers were the ones who inherited the wings, and she the only one to inherit the magnificent horn of the unicorn.
Shimshek had explained to her that because she didn't have wings she had the full power of the unicorn. Apparently, since her brothers only had wings they would be extremely strong--and graceful--fliers, because they could only be one or the other. She was happy she had the ability to purify poisoned waters or to heal physical flesh wounds and such (this probably made her slightly more kind than her brothers, but that was probably the only thing) and since she knew she was pure of heart (really?) she most certainly could do as she pleased.
Being a unicorn also meant she had powerful legs and would be able to run long distances in a very short time span, which made her happy that she could at least keep up with her brothers if they all ever raced together. Her mind wandered round and round for a long while as she contemplated subconsciously how to get to the berries that were ripe and juicy, sitting in the treetops waiting for her to much on them.
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Posted: Tue Nov 27, 2007 2:22 pm
 A black and white foal ambled quietly through the trees of what resembled an orchard. The trees were spread out, dissimilar to those of the forest, and soft grass coated the ground. The sky was a pale blue and the temperature was mild; however Moose's attention was focused on neither of those things. As usual the foal was mentally degrading himself; comparing his self needlessly to his siblings. By Moose's standards they all seemed to be perfect; or close enough to it to qualify as being perfect. Moose continued telling himself that he was an imperfection in his family and that he would never please his parents as much as they had or would. The foal frowned and drew closer to a tree; closing his eyes and shaking his head the foal purposely bumped his forehead against the trunk. However, Moose was careful not to bang his head against the trunk too hard in case he were to hurt himself. A few drops hit his head from above and he blinked; looking up curiously at the sky. The foal frowned; had he lost his mind? Rain drops definitely had not hit his head so then... The colt then took notice of the red berries hanging over his head. His eyes then lingered on the ground where the berries that had fell upon his head now lay. The colt blinked once more before scoffing at the tree.
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Posted: Wed Nov 28, 2007 8:59 pm
She jumped in surprise when she heard a soft thud, and the smaller thuds, behind her. Standing, she turned around to discover another colt. He looked a bit older than her, and seemed to be in a frustrated mood. Shrugging to herself, she called out to grab his attention. "Well, hello there," she greeted politely. Her soft golden eyes roved downwards towards his hooves, and her lips curled down in disgust.
Despite the berries he had knocked down, they had fallen to the ground and therefore had gotten dirty. Irritated that the berries were ruined, she took a deep breath before she glanced up at the other foal. It was then she saw he had wings. Sheesh, why did all the boys she met have wings? Unfair, in her opinion, but none of them had a horn like her, so she did have something proud to brag about. She flashed her horn in the sunlight, allowing it to sparkle for a moment before she eyes the other foal skeptically.
"My name is Khepri. Who are you?" she finally asked, the short moment of silence broken by her abrupt introduction. She swished her tail, resigning herself to be patient as she waited on the other colt. Boys were such a hassel sometimes! She would know, her brothers were a very good example.
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Posted: Sun Dec 02, 2007 5:23 pm
Moose froze as he heard the voice of another nearby him; and he turned to see who it was. Amazingly enough there was a filly close by him and it seemed that she had been speaking to him as well. It took Moose a few moments to think back to what he had heard the foal say... "Oh! Hi..." He blushed due to his timely response; yet it was doubtable that the other had noticed the color in his cheeks since they were black. He cleared his throat and his mouth was open slightly; wondering what else to say to the filly. Though she said nothing else and the colt closed his mouth promptly and a small frowned appeared on his features. It seemed as though the filly's attention was no longer upon him; yet upon the ground and she had a scowl upon her face. Moose wondered what was wrong; allowing his eyes to follow the filly's upon the ground where at his feet were the berries. The colt heard the other foal sigh in what was obviously an annoyed tone; though Moose didn't understand what the other was annoyed at... After all; berries hadn't fell on her head. However, the colt saw a flash of light in the corner of his eye and he instantly looked up. Taking a moment to blink the colt noticed the horn protruding out of the other's head. Moose wondered why he hadn't noticed it before; yet related it instantly to how imperfect he was in comparison to his siblings. Failing to notice simple things obviously wasn't an attribute that one would wish to have. "Moose." He said quickly; staring at the filly in confusion. He hadn't really been expected her to ask his name and she had caught him off guard.
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Posted: Mon Dec 10, 2007 8:36 pm
"Moose? What kind of name is Moose?" she remarked, instantaneously liking his abrupt and brief answer. Well, that was fine; she was above him anyway! She was royalty and obviously he would only speak when spoken to, and she expected that! Her mother had always taught her that she was special in a certain way, and... she returned her attention to the colt as she smiled. "Well, even if you have a strange name like Moose, I suppose it fits someone like you." She ended up giggling at his belated reply of greeting, but forgave him since he was such a nice colt. "Well? You can talk more than that right?" she asked finally, bored to death now, and starving.
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Posted: Tue Dec 11, 2007 3:08 pm
The colt stared at the filly out of surprise and blinked at her a number of times. "I... I don't really... know..." A look of doubt graced his face. "It's my name?" He added in a skeptical tone; positive that had hadn't adequately answered her question. Moose had a rather unsettling feeling as Khepri seemed to continue focusing on his name. It wasn't as if Moose was given the opportunity to ponder over the reason his parents had bestowed such a name upon him and no one had ever really asked the colt just what kind of name it was. "It fits?" He tilted his head and a sorrowful look appeared. Obviously in the way she worded the sentence it wasn't a compliment. 'Well, even if you have a strange name like Moose, I suppose it fits someone like you.' The colt hung his head low; alternating back and forth in his head the phrases 'strange name' and 'someone like you'. Moose didn't see what made his name stranger than the next foal's; not to mention Khepri and him were both foals so he couldn't fully comprehend the second phrase. However, he certainly took it to be something negative considering the way she choose to single him out. Medium blue eyes focused back upon the filly's face; a look of annoyance upon it. "I don't know..." Was all Moose seemed to be able to conjure as a reply; his quiet voice trailing off as he spoke.
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