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 Posted: Sun Jan 27, 2008 12:17 am
He scowled, a single fair lock of white hair daring to tumble down in front of his eyes. One teal wingtip shot out, and the offending hair was quickly tamed back into submission. His eyes, however, never left the wicker basket sitting before him.
"You'd better not even think of coming out of there while I'm around," he barked at the still object, his eyes still glaring. How he had allowed his mother to rope him into babysitting one of her new children still baffled him. The quiet, typically sweet-tempered mare obviously had her own tricks to pull.
Still glaring, the dark stallion adjusted his position under the bare tree he continued to lay under, attempting to make himself more comfortable.
What was taking his mother so long?!
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Posted: Sun Jan 27, 2008 12:19 am
Ooo... the new voice was back again.
Little ears perked as she heard the creature outside grumbling. The Daddy creature grumbled sometimes, but the Mommy one usually fussed at him about it. This time, it was someone new.
Disregarding the stallion's blatant order, the little filly wiggled her head up and between the rim of the basket and the lid itself. Tiny teal eyes peeked out to spy on her new surroundings, and they immediately fell upon the dark figure lying in front of her basket home.
So this was what was causing all of the grumbling!
She stifled a giggle and attempted to mimic his expressions, her attention focused solely on this grumpy creature.
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Posted: Sun Jan 27, 2008 12:21 am
His head had been turned, watching the snowy horizon for his no doubt dawdling mother's anticipated return, when he heard the giggle. His head jerked back around, and he eyed the little black snout sticking out from its wicker hiding spot.
"What did I just tell you?!" he snapped, his voice rising an octave as one outstretched wing nudged the nose back into the basket and closed the lid. "Children shouldn't be seen or heard!"
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Posted: Sun Jan 27, 2008 12:24 am
Her little eyes widened with excitement as the larger being took notice of her. Before she knew it, though, those big green feathery things had pushed her nose back into the basket, and had returned her back into the darkness of the closed stuffy home she'd known for the past few days.
Thinking it was quite the fun game, the little filly immediately popped the lid up again and stuck her nose out even further. This time, though, she attempted to mimic his words as well as his expression. Words failed her new little vocal chords, so instead, little gibberish noises erupted from her throat. She didn't mind though... this was fun!
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Posted: Sun Jan 27, 2008 12:27 am
One white eyebrow rose as Dorian watched the little foal defiantly reappear. The same wing that had pushed the foal the first time remained poised in mid-air, but the older stallion hesitated when he noticed the foal's face. Despite the mimicking expression, tell-tale familiar signs were displayed all over the foal's face.
Intrigued far more than annoyed at this point, the stallion's wing flipped the entire lid off of the basket and he rose to look inside.
His parents made beautiful children, there was no questioning that (after all, just look at himself!), but this foal looked just like HIM. Now, of course, there were differences... this foal lacked his beautiful horn, and the majority of teal color to her wings. But, overall, it was almost alarming to see a miniature version of himself starting back at him.
"Wait a second..." he mumbled, nudging the foal aside in its basket.
It looked like him... but was a girl?!?
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Posted: Sun Jan 27, 2008 12:32 am
The little filly giggled and struggled up to rise as the stallion picked his own self up and onto his feet. He had an incredulous look on his face, which only heightened to amuse her, and she laughed more as the ticklish teal wing returned to her and started moving her around. Her own teal tips started wiggling, and she wondered if she could use them to try to tickle him back with.
She tilted back and forth in the basket in attempts to roll herself back over, only to throw the basket off kilter and come tumbling down to the side onto the snowy ground, the basket falling on top of her.
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Posted: Fri Feb 29, 2008 11:52 pm
He shook his head, unamused at the situation and at the dreadfully silly filly. And she was supposed to be related to him again, how, exactly?
He stood there, debating on whether or not to assist the filly, as she didn't seem distressed in the least. Hm... he could always just.. wander off, and let his mother find the little twit?
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Posted: Fri Feb 29, 2008 11:54 pm
She nudged her nose from beneath the basket, sniffing out at the air surrounding her wicker prison. Where had that big stallion gone? Perhaps this was some sort of game? She listened quietly for any sound, and held her breath, just in case it might help to detect any movement in the nearby vicinity.
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Posted: Fri Feb 29, 2008 11:59 pm
Sighing, one teal wing bent over and tipped the basket off of the filly's back, as he heard the little female's voice giggle at the surprising burst of sunlight. It was going to take alot of getting used to, this whole sibling business, and Dorian wasn't sure if he liked the idea or not.
"Come on," he finally said, attempting to hide the gruffness he felt, as gruffness was simply not a beautiful thing. "Let's go find your mother, twerp."
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Posted: Sat Mar 01, 2008 12:01 am
Perking up as the older stallion addressed her, uncaring of the name he'd referred her as, the small white haired filly attempted to stand on wobbly legs and follow after the larger being, mimicking his semi-strut as they went out in search of their wandering mother, who'd no doubt once again found herself distracted on her way home from who know's where.
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