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 Posted: Tue Jun 24, 2008 10:44 am
Morgan was quite the spunky little guy. He had only been out of his basket for a little while, but he had inherited his father and grandfather's draw for adventure. He felt so curious as to what was just beyond their teepee. Sure, there was the river, but that was obvious... and BORING!
He ran around swatting at the little bugs with his horn. His was platinum like his mother's. In fact, he resemebled his mother in so many ways. He wasn't exactly her spitting image, but he was close enough. At least, he was most like her in appearance out of his siblings.
Another reason to strut around, his siblings. It wasn't that he wasn't enjoying them. It's just nice to get out and not always be hampered by those same two faces all the time.
So, what was there to do... on a nice warm day like this?
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Posted: Tue Jun 24, 2008 11:09 am
 The little black and silver foal swade his head back and forth as he walked along the path before him. The smoke around his hooves seemed to dane and sparkle as the foal sang a song that his father had taught him. He didn't seem to have a care in the world, belting out his tune as loud as he could. Khet fluttered his wings as he walked, practicing for the day when he would join his father in the skies above...But that wasn't what he was turely into...He was into his song.
"You have come here
in pursuit of
your deepest urge,
in pursuit of
that wish,
which till now
has been silent,
silent . . .
I have brought you,
that our passions
may fuse and merge -
in your mind
you've already
succumbed to me
dropped all defences
completely succumbed to me -
now you are here with me:
no second thoughts,
you've decided,
decided . . .
Past the point
of no return"
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Posted: Tue Jul 01, 2008 3:47 pm
Music... Did Morgan just hear music? He started to turn around and trot off towards the sound of it. He did in fact so enjoy hearing any kind of music. Sometimes, he would follow his human, Taipa, around to listen to her humming and singing.
Silently? Succumbing? What was all that supposed to mean? But, as he followed around towards a larger opening, he saw another foal. A black one.. He ran up to it. "It's you? You're the one singing? That sounds like a GREAT song! I need to learn some songs too..."
Then, he noticed the wings. How lucky! That colt had himself a pair of wings.
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Posted: Sat Jul 26, 2008 12:34 pm
"Eh?" The colt stopped his song and looked to who had spoken to him. "Singing is in my blood. A lot of my family sings." With a slight cant of his head he looked over the other black foal. He had a horn...Did it hurt? If something was sticking out of his own head it would give him headaches.
"Name is Khet, stranger." He said smiling. He knew that his mother and father told him never to give out his name off the bat but...This other colt looked nice. What was the harm in that?
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Posted: Thu Aug 14, 2008 1:36 pm
"Right, and Nice to meetcha! I'm Morgan!!!"
Morgan was always fairly enthusiastic. He inherited that from his father, and his grandfather before him.
"Oh... Is your pendant for something important? Some soquili have pendants that are passed down from their elders and stuff like that!" He grinned smiling hard.
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