SPENCE
Name: Spence
Type:
Gender: male
Current Stage: Stallion
All Stages: Egg / Foal / Stallion
uncert
Personality: Optimist
Parents: Yyvell {ic - deceased.} x Nocturne {ic}
(As determined by Nox's background story)
Siblings: Nox
Past:
Spence's parent's disappeared before he and his sister were born. Spence and his sister, Nox, hatched in different locations, but found each other soon after. Spence and his sister wandered for a bit after finding each other.
Nox always told him that their parents had died, but he secretly believed that they were still alive somewhere and would come back to find them some day.
Eventually, they were taken in by a small herd. As young adults, the siblings went their separate ways. Nox stayed with the herd while Spence ventured out on his own. Spence soon found himself a place in a small herd of males.
RP Color: Dark Red
Mated With: Lecura
Offspring: Weaver (M), Brier Rose (F)
RPs:DaydreamingWhat have you DONE!.
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Egg Dreams (adapted from
ROSES ARE RED! RP Contest)
The eggs wobbled as the mare nuzzled first one egg, then the other. She whispered to them, telling her unborn young to take care of each other. Within the red hued egg, the soft words wove their way into the colt’s dreams. He wondered why. Why would they need to take care of each other when they had Mother and Father to watch over them? The mare kissed the shells of her unborn to reassure them of her love, then she quietly slipped away.
The colt dreamed of romping in the sunlight, chasing grasshoppers as they sprung from the grass disturbed by galloping young legs. He saw himself with a flowing mane and muscled haunches, growing into a handsome stallion, winning the admiration of many a fine filly. His heart was happy with the dreams of what life was to be.
Waking from his dreams, the unborn colt felt a dread. An overpowering sense of something wrong troubled him. Using his horn nub to poke at his calcite prison, he found it still too hard for him to break free of. His ears, held close by the confines of his shell, strained to hear the familiar hoof beats of his mother. None were detected. Where was his mother, he wondered. He yearned to feel her warm breath on his shell. Slipping back into his dreams, he saw his mother searching for his father to bring him back to the eggs, to be there when they hatched.
A hard jolt brought Spence rudely out of his dream. His red mottled egg wobbled, then stilled. Scuffling sounds and grunting reached his long ears through the shell. They were not reassuring. Was this the dread that had been plaguing him? Trying to shift his body around, Spence only managed to rock his egg. The pale egg, hidden in the grass, was dangerously close to the flying hooves of battling Kirin. Scuffling hooves, scrambling for solid ground to brace for an attack, lost their hold. As the valiant fighter buckled, bloody hooves connected with the egg and Spence’s world turned end over end. He was sure this wasn’t supposed to happen.
The tumbling egg’s journey stopped as suddenly as it’d started as it met the boulder with a loud crack. Spence lay stunned. Still dizzy from the rolling, he kept his eyes closed and listened. The scuffling and grunting had been replaced by scolding birds. Spence cracked one pale eye open. His usual dark world held a ray of light near his hoof. Curiosity winning over his instinct to stay quiet and safe, Spence wedged a rear hoof against the small hole made by the impact of hoof and granite. Testing his strength, he gave a little push. Nothing happened. Surprised more than disappointed, he didn’t understand why he hadn’t been able to push through. Setting his determination, he pushed with his hind legs as hard as he could. He was rewarded with the sound of a small crack. Encouraged, he struggled harder, pushing back with his head and down with his legs. Rocking and more cracking acknowledged his battle to be free. Exhausted from his burst of energy, he lay panting. He could see more light where bits of shell had been knocked loose, but he found himself still trapped in the membrane of his egg. Spence pushed with his hoof, but the edges were still too soft to tear through the egg lining. He lay there, looking out at the world blurred by his shell lining, wondering why fate continued to imprison him when he’d managed to come this far. Too exhausted to think anymore, he gave in to the lure of sleep.
Ruffling his glossy feathers, the raven continued watching the egg. It had ceased moving for quite some time. Hopping to lower branch, the bird waited. Still no movement. With a spread of his wings, he dropped to the boulder by the egg. Tilting his head this and that, he checked out the condition of the egg. The red mottled shell was riddled with fine cracks. One large cracked area showed the membrane lining. This was the point of the raven’s interest. Hopping to the ground, the raven walked up to egg and gave it a quick peck in the soft membrane. Still no movement. The warmth of the egg enticed the raven with a promise of a fresh dinner. The dark bird jabbed his beak through the membrane, splitting it to reveal what was inside.
A sharp pain in his haunch woke Spence. A second jab of pain spurred an involuntary kick that rocked his egg. Trying to peer around to see what might be causing the pain, Spence pushed out with his hind legs and found freedom. Another jab of pain brought panic. Spence kicked and struggled to get away from whatever was poking at him. The tear in the egg lining ripped open wider and Spence found himself floundering in the light. His brown eyes blinked at the sudden glare.
Having retreated to the safety of the boulder, the raven’s raucous cries scolded the colt for depriving him of an easy meal. Not willing to wrestle with a dinner that was twice his size, the raven gave up and flew away.
Spence righted himself where he lay, white legs tucked under a white belly. A slight breeze stirred his red mane. At the end of his deep red scaled back, his red tuft of a tail flicked back and forth. The bit of blood drawn by the crow could barely be seen against the red mottling on his haunches.
Spence looked around hoping to see family, but only wooded trees met his gaze. No where could he see another kirin. His nostrils drank in the mid-morning breeze, but it carried no scent of mother or father. Long pale ears twitched to pick up any sound of kirin. Only rustlings made by small animals answered him.
If no one was here to greet him, he thought, then it must be up to him to find them. Unfolding his front legs, he planted them in front of him. Pushing with his hind legs, he managed to get himself standing on all four legs. With his legs sticking out to the sides like a poorly made tent, Spence was at a loss as to what to do next. Tiring quickly, he leaned back and plopped down on his rump to think a bit more about accomplishing forward motion.
While he sat thinking how best to get his legs to work, he heard a voice in the distance. At least he thought it was a voice. He wasn’t quite sure now since he heard nothing more after it first caught his attention. Spence stuck his nose in the air to catch whatever information the breeze brought. A familiar scent tickled his memory. It was familiar, like mother, but not quite the same. Whatever it was, he needed to find it. Pushing himself back up onto his feet, he managed to get his legs aligned a little more under himself. Taking a few tentative steps, he was elated when he didn’t fall down. With a few more steps, he seemed to have learned the knack of making them go in the direction he wanted.
Checking the breeze, he assured himself the familiar scent was still there. Caution kept him from calling out to see if the voice would answer back. Instead he carefully placed his feet and started working his way to where he surmised he would find another kirin like himself.
The further Spence walked, the stronger his legs became. Little hops erupted now and then as he rejoiced in his freedom. He was alone, but he wasn’t sad. He was sure he’d find his family soon. He didn’t even entertain the idea that he’d been abandoned. For whatever reason he now found himself alone, he was sure that his mother had had a good reason for leaving.
(Continued in Crimson Ties & Obsidian Dreams - RP never completed)
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Updated 31 July 2010
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