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 Posted: Mon Apr 14, 2008 11:24 pm
It wasn't too long ago that this foal emerged from his basket, but almost as soon as he was able to walk, he found himself trying to roam away. It didn't seem that his father really cared, it was the odd thing his father called a 'two-legger' that had always stopped him, much to his dismay. Everytime he tried moving away from this... 'teepee', he was always shoo'd right back to his moping father's side. He didn't see what was the problem, he just wanted to see what was out there.
Finally, after a few days of trying, little Mikhail managed to get a moment to sneack away while the two-legger was distracted with cleaning out the other horse's hay beds. As he ventured farther away from his home, surely not paying attention to where he was going, let alone where he came from, he came across a clearing. His red eyes scanned over how far it seemed to span in awe before letting out a happy nicker and running out into it.
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Posted: Tue Apr 15, 2008 7:55 am
 What a drag this was. He'd finally escaped from the weird blond haired guy and promptly realized that there was nothing to do out here. At least back home, he could torment the blond....Dreyden seemed to take after his father quite a bit in that respect.
Giving a huff, the red-winged foal tossed his head and pranced past the line of trees into the meadow beyond. Pausing now and then, he snuffled at random patches of grass or followed the crickets that scrambled out of his way, grinning madly as their efforts reminded him of his attempts to escape the blond adult back home.
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Posted: Thu Apr 24, 2008 11:13 pm
The dark foal kept running straight through the meadow, enjoying the feeling of the grass brush against his ankles. He couldn't understand why that two-legger had always tried to stop him from going out, there was nothing wrong with this. He stopped momentarily to watch a butterfly flutter away from his path, giggling at it and following it for awhile. He only stopped when he saw something in the distance. Ears perking up, he watched this other for a moment. Was it another horse? Sure looked like it. Without a second thought, he trotted over to this 'thing' he saw.
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Posted: Sun May 04, 2008 10:50 pm
Continuing to grin, the young foal bounced after the crickets, little tail flicking madly in glee. He tilted an ear when he thought he heard something, but any worry about someone else being there fled when a frog had the misfortune of leaping into his path. "Frog!" He cried, giving another laugh and instead following after the poor frog. Head down, he gave it a nudge now and then, giggling at the startled croak the creature gave out. He didn't realize he was heading right for Mikhail, all his attention fixed on the harassed frog who was trying frantically to escape the inquisitive foal's nudges.
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Posted: Tue May 06, 2008 10:15 am
Mikhail continued to trot ahead, jumping at another butterfly to flutter by him this time. Landing onto the ground after missing, his attention turned back to the other that he saw a few moments ago. Once again, he trotted in the direction, but this time distracted... or more like startled from two birds flying away from his 'warpath'. This caused him to trip over his feet and take a tumble. The uni tried to catch himself, but only managed to stumble forward a few feet before, unfortunately, tripping right in front of the foal he noticed.
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Posted: Wed May 07, 2008 5:35 am
Dreyden startled as a larger form suddenly fell into his path. Giving a squak, he managed to leap over the other foal, stumbling and nearly tripping to the ground himself. "Hey! Watch where you're going!" He cried, turning around to face Mikhail with the intent to yell more at the other for being clumsy. His voice silenced as he actually got a look at the other. "Heeey! You're different looking!" He said, eyes widening ever so slightly as he crept closer to blink at Mikhail. "That's so neat!" He said, staring at the white bone looking markings covering Mikhail's coat.
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Posted: Mon May 12, 2008 6:46 pm
Landing on the floor with a small thud, Mikhail let out a groan. Just as he was going to look at the other and apologize for what he did, he already got the reaction he thought he'd get. Ears flattening slightly, he was about to apologize again when he got another reaction, one that he was dreading to hear. His ears flattened a bit more against his head at being called different looking. Slowly, the foal climbed back onto his feet, shaking the dust and dirt from his fur. Once that was done, he turned to the other foal and bowed his head. "I-I'm sorry."
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Posted: Sat Jul 19, 2008 9:56 pm
Dreyden cocked his head to the side, one ear tilting back. "What'cha 'pologizing for? You didn't mean ta crash inta me...right?" He asked, flicking his short tail and prancing in place. "I didn't mean to yell at you. You just startled me, s'all." The foal shrugged before peering once more at the other. "What's your name? Are you from around here? What's that pointy thing on your head? How'd you get those neat markings?" Dreyden rattled these questions off rapidly, wings fluttering slightly in his excitement.
He'd not met another foal except his sister Carmine, and she didn't count. All he'd run into were adults who were all old and boring. He'd make sure he would never be old or stuffy when he finally grew up, that's for sure.
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Posted: Sun Aug 10, 2008 10:38 pm
Mikhail looked to the winged colt a bit confused when he asked why he was apologizing for. "You just yelled at me to watch where I was going, I believe that calls for an apology." He replied softly, still a bit timid from their near collision and the others initial reaction to seeing him.
As the other foal shot question after question at him, he slowly backed away... though not too far. After a moment of silent, he finally answered. "My name is Mikhail, I live near the mountains." He started, hooves pawing the ground lightly. When the 'pointy thing' was mentioned, he glanced up to his horn, or at least attempted to. Why does everyone seem to ask him that? Are unicorns really that rare? "That's my horn and I was born with my markings." He decided to leave his mother out of the conversation, not wanting the other foal to think of her as a freak too.
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