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 Posted: Sun Aug 24, 2008 5:03 pm
 the day seemed like all the rest he had seen, the sun was shinning and the clouds were far and few between. The young colt stretched his wings a bit as he seemed to be itching to fly. Fly like his mother, grandfather and great-grandfather. Well pretty much all his family anyways, though his father bore just a pointy thing on his forehead. Pyry shook his head and folded his wings, he wouldn't be flying today.
Turning away from the skies he headed off into the woods to find something to do. Maybe there were others out there that would like to 'play'. Though his parents were insistent that he make friends and get out to see what the world was really like without them around. He often wondered of his sister, the ones who gained their father's pointy thing and mother's wings. Like his own wings that laid at his sides. Well, here went nothing, striking out to find something. He wasn't quite sure what... But at least something that would kill the boredom that was building in the back of his mind.
"Maybe I can make friends? With someone?" he pondered to himself as he stopped at a stream to get a cool drink, his golden eyes looking around to see if anyone were there.
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Posted: Sun Aug 24, 2008 5:14 pm
The small birdlike female strutted about the forest as if she did not havea care in the world.. And knowing Bitty, it was completely false, as she was always in some kind of trouble, no matter what it may be.
Her dark, yet colorful tipped tail flicked back and forth as she walked. Unkowing that someone was around the stream she hoped to drink from.
Her colorful painted wing, danced about her body in the small glimpses of sun that flicked through the canopy of the forest.
Her eyes were blue, yet they were the Ocean teal blue instead of the common Sapphire.She was a gorgeous filly, yet all her family had turned out that way.
And her parents were the reason, as Bitty saw her parents as gorgeous individuals..
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She took after her fathera great deal, even carrying the enlish accent that he had..Of course..Being raised around a Bird and a Brit, she was doomed to learn the accent anyway.
Her blue horn shined and sparkled as she walked. It was like a great jewel atop her forehead. Her father had one, yet she had been the onlyone that had carried it on.She almost felt priviledged.
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Posted: Fri Aug 29, 2008 4:43 pm
Lifting his head from the stream, water still dripping from his stormy colored muzzle. Something had caught his attention, a glimmer, a shine, but what was it? Eyes narrowing a bit, Pyry stepped away from the stream and walked in the direction of the shine. Mulling over what it could be, he didn't think it could having thought it could have been a horn like his own father's and sister's. Well darker in color of course... Stepping through the bushes and trees, he stopped and looked around, now where did it go?
"Well shoot, maybe i was just imagining it." He sighed disheartened that he had lost sight of something strange. "Oh well, always other things... I guess."
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