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 Posted: Sun Mar 08, 2009 7:51 pm
PRP between Lita Rutherford's "Forest Pansy" Cercis canadensis and Kesmi's Nightling 
A quick grin spread over the fluffy haired filly as she snuck away from her parents as the sun found its niche in the sky. Her cloudy eyes scanned the area and she had to blink several times before she could see well enough to keep moving forward. Her steps were awkward and slow at first before she could see better and then, suddenly, she was off, running with such ease one would never guess the foal could barely see a foal length in front of her nose, and then only another two or three before things went from colored, fuzzy shapes to monotone blobs. She kicked her back legs and smiled happily. Freedom! No sisters, no parents! She loved to run free, to be happy able to run without being stopped by her fearful dad. "YAHOO!!!!!!" She yelled out, wanting to draw attention to herself. Let them come! Who? Well she wasn't quiet sure, but if someone was around...let them come! She could take 'um!
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Posted: Mon Mar 09, 2009 1:43 pm
Nightling had snuck away from her parents and siblings. She was kinda bummed that her sister and brother had gotten wings like her mother. But she was told that she would be special cause she was like her father and colored like her great-grandfather. But today, she had found herself in quite the strange accident. She had been having the time of her life away from her family and roaming free. When something happened and she found her horn stuck in the side of a tree. Wiggling from side to side she didn't see any way of getting free. That and she didn't really want to attract attention to herself as it was most humiliating for someone to se her this way. Tail lashing behind her, Nightling stomped from side to side trying still to get her horn free from the tree. Her ears perked up a little when she heard someone shout something. Oh great, someone was coming, this was all she needed. She just needed one to see her and then it would be all over, everyone and she knew EVERYONE would know about her being stuck in a tree. Trying to remain silent, she couldn't, she wanted free! "Hey!" She shouted thinking, rather hoping that this person would help her. "Hey! Can you help me?"
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Posted: Mon Mar 09, 2009 3:39 pm
The little foal froze and looked around. She knew she heard someone. But they must be far for she couldn't see anyone! Huffing she moved toward the area the voice had come from. "Hello?" She called out, hoping to get a reply again so she could easily find this distressed creature. "Where are you?" She moved, walking in viewing distance of the stuck foal, viewing distance if she were a normal foal, that is. She looked around, eyes passing right over the troubled foal who seemed to blend in with the dark shadows. Whoever it was, she hoped they weren't about to be eaten or something, cause she sure wasn't gonna get there fast.
"I...uh..." she paused. "Its hard to see you so can you move a bit?" She asked. Shapes were becoming more distinct and she hoped if she saw movement she might be able to save herself further embarrassment and find the creature without revealing her...disability. "Whats the matter?" She added on as a last thought. If the animal was getting eaten...well she didn't want to try and help!
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Posted: Mon Mar 09, 2009 4:44 pm
Nightling caught sight of another foal that came walking into her line of sight, though it seemed that this one didn't see her? Gritting her teeth a little, she tried moving a bit, but could only manage to wave her gold tipped tail out where the light would shine off it. She had to wonder what was wrong with this foal, then again she didn't really want to know. She had been taught to mind her own business when it came to certain things.
"I'm over here." She waved her tail again trying to get the other's attention. "I'm kinda stuck..."
She yanked at her horn again, trying to get her head free, but it didn't seem to want to move. What a brilliant way to start a day, stuck to a tree. Pawing at the base of the tree with a cloven hoof, she looks back at the other with an aqua eye. Hoping that this one could help her, she didn't want to be suck there forever... She had too much to do before growing old in one place.
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Posted: Mon Mar 09, 2009 6:08 pm
Forest blinked and zeroed in on something moving. It was still hard to see but...something was moving. She sped up a bit, heading toward the voice and movement. "I'm comming." She called, trotting along. "What are you stuck in?" she asked, things becoming more clear as she reached the other. "Oh..." she blinked and moved to the other filly's side. "Hello there. Would you like some help?" she asked.
Another horned filly...like her sister. And her father. She inspected the little horn stuck in the tree. "So...how'd you get like this?" she asked. How could some little foal get stuck in a tree! Even she wouldn't do something like that. Some people. But now the problem at hand. "How can i get you outta here?" She wondered allowed. She could pull...but that might hurt. Or push...but if the filly herself couldn't get out then what help would she be?
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Posted: Mon Mar 09, 2009 7:37 pm
Nightling smiled some as she was glad that her face was too dark to show the blush that was flooding it. She didn't really want to speak of HOW she got this way. She would seem foolish if she spoke of chasing something that went under the tree and she didn't exactly see the tree until too late and became stuck with the tree with just her horn. But she had to say something or she would surely be questioned until she said something.
"Sometimes things aren't quite what they seem before something happens." She muttered trying to shake her head, but it was almost stuck fast. "And to get me out, I think if you can scratch away some of the bark, I can get out." Nightling tried pulling backwards again, but her hooves only dug into the ground creating deep ruts.
She watched the other filly with strange poofy hair with a pitiful eyes, just waning to get free from the tree. If any of her family had found her, heaven forbid. She wouldn't hear then end of it, she was completely sure about that. With ears twisting back, Nightling looked once more to her captor pouting at it, wanting greatly to be free, not exactly the best way to meet others... Stuck.
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Posted: Tue Mar 10, 2009 4:42 pm
"Hmm...that might work. but what if i break your horn?" She asked. A curious gleam entered her eyes. "Will it hurt? or bleed?" she asked. As creepy ask she looked, she ment no harm. She was just...wondering.
"Anyway, try and wiggle your horn and i'll scratch at the bark." She said. Rearing back her front hoofs steadied herself against the tree before she pawed at the bark with a little cloved hoof. This seemed a little...well hopeless really. Would digging away at the hard wood free the little horned filly? She kinda hoped so. After all, it was just sad...this poor thing was so upset...
Forest smiled at the filly. "It's ok" she said at the sad look the horned filly wore. "I'll get ya outta here." She promised.
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Posted: Wed Mar 11, 2009 3:31 pm
Nightling wiggled some as she tried digging her way out of her small ruts. as the other tried scratching that the bark that was flaking off little by little. Placing her hooves on the base of the tree she wiggled some and finally pulled herself free from the tree and tumbled backwards., laying on the ground she huffed some.
"I don't think you can break a horn, even as fragile as it seems." Nightling breathed as she rightened herself, happy to be free from the tree. "Even if it would break, I imagine it would hurt, it is attached to my head and everything." She looked kinda crosseyed up at the horn wondering what it really looked like besides what she had seen in her watery reflection. "Oh and thanks for getting my horn free, I don't think I would have wanted anyone else to see me like that. It was humiliating."
Lowering her head some she looked back toward the light colored filly that had the same cloven hooves as herself, and strange colored eyes. Tilting her head to the side a little, her gold tipped tail swaying behind her. "Also, my name's Nightling. My brother calls me something else though..." She glanced away thinking of her beother Pyry, oh she didn't much care for his names for her, but she would survive until she grew and could leave home.
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Posted: Thu Mar 12, 2009 8:02 pm
Forest moved to inspect the hole the filly had just been freed from. The tree was so hard, how in the world did she do that! "Your must really have a hard head" she muttered, more to herself then to the actual girl. She glanced at Nightling. "Really? Well, it must be pretty tough if you keep running into things." She said, looking at the tree again. "How you managed that..." she trailed off. "You can say that again. Stuck in the tree to rot. your lucky i found you, i think. Who knows what could be around here!" she exclaimed.
"Oh yeah, i'm...well call me Forest. My name is long and thats the only part i like to use so...call me Forest." she said. "You have a brother? I have two sisters. We get along good...well....one of them called me part of my name i don't like so we got in a fight. But she'll apologize sooner or later. So where are your folks?" She was curious about the little filly. And curious as to why she ended up alone, calling for help from strangers. Did her parents hate her and drive her away? Her brother? Or was she just curious, like herself? She wasn't sure so...best thing to do is ask.
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