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SO I HEARD YOU LIKE RAINBOWS

Name of Kirin: Hakumele
I read your conditions: and sign here in blood
Entry: (Prompt 2)

Mother was gone. Father was gone. All gone. The small foal shivered in the morning chill, and looked at the world wide eyed. The sun was still climbing the sky, not yet at the top, and fog clung to the ground and the trees and the small foal, forming small beads of dew on his coat. Hakumele looked around, uncertain, afraid, catching and losing sight of vague shapes in the fog. Monsters. Allies. Friends. Crying out, he hid under one of the larger shell fragments, wanting the voices to come back, the feeling of warmth he always had when he was inside. Always... always until this morning, when it got cold, and he decided to escape, to find the voices.

He was out and the voices were hiding. He peered out from beneath the shell once more and looked around. There, a shape, watching him. All white, just a deeper, stronger white. Fog, but how was he to know? "M-mother?" he squeaked, knowing full well that this shape could not be his mother. No, mother was warm, and she was always there. Not this thing. It had already left.

"Come back!" he called, and tried to stand on his unsteady legs, only to fall once more. But mother was leaving. Father had left. All alone. Angry and frightened, just starting to cry, Hakumele pushed himself back to his feet and tottered off in pursuit of the shape. But it was already gone. And there were a lot of other shapes around. Leaving. Watching from a place he couldn't see. And holding him, trying to hold him, with cold wet hands. Holding him like the egg had held him, but his mother wasn't there to keep him warm.

Shivering harder, Hakumele turned in a small, tight circle and started to walk back towards the egg. That was where it had began, that was the prison that had released him into this unfriendly world. Maybe it had clues, would tell him something about his identity. "Mother!" he cried, and this time he was answered.

"Little one?"

A familiar voice, painful and sad, no longer muffled by the shell. Footsteps behind him now. Hakumele turned and froze with fear at the sight of a dark shape with a red mane, smaller than the trees and not at all like the fog. This shape didn't disappear. Unnatural.

"Uncle? Father?"

The shape paused a few steps away, and Hakumele was grateful. "No," the shape said in that familiar, sad voice, "not father. Or uncle. I have no family... but for you, I suppose, I could be an uncle. Don't cry."

"I'm not crying," Hakumele lied. Not a lie. This water was warm, but the same as the world he had been born in. A world of air and water.

The shape hesitated for a moment, then took a step closer. Hakumele froze as the shape lowered it's head, shaking with fear until the shape, the monster, the one that would not disappear, touched his cheek. Warm, warm almost like mother. And gentle, gentle, taking away the tears, leaving one spot dry, if but for an instant.

"Uncle," Hakumele said softly, "I want mother."

"Of course," Uncle said. "I shall take you to her. Follow me." Uncle turned in small circle and started to walk, barely ahead, pausing every few steps to listen, to turn his head, to look back. Hakumele said nothing, merely rubbed his head against Uncle's red tail to know he was real, this shape that would not disappear. Another warmth coated in fog, in small drops of rain, of dew, of water. The fire that burned brightly in all this fog, the one who would take him to Mother.

SO I HEARD YOU LIKE RAINBOWS

Name of Kirin: Ashe
I read your conditions: and sign here in blood
Entry: Prompt 1

Every day there was less and less milk to be had. Ashe naturally assumed he had eaten too fast, but his stomach still rumbled unpleasantly. When would head back to his mother to see if she was ready for another meal, she would nudge him away. It bothered him.

Licking his lips quietly, he groaned. It was hard not to assume something was wrong. He was still getting bigger but there wasn't enough milk to match. Was he to nibble on grass like his mother and father? For some reason the thought had never really occurred to him before. Sitting in a large patch of the stuff he bent his head over to some long blades nearby and nipped them off quietly. They were reedy, sort of sweet, but next to his mother's milk, not too interesting. Even so, his stomach rumbled horribly at the taste. Finally after chewing for way too long he swallowed. The bitter flavour made him grimace. But he was SO hungry!

Ashe stood, nibbling at more blades, his tongue frustrated by how much effort it took to get them into his mouth. Maybe grass just wasn't his thing. He trotted over to some wildflowers, and took a great mouthful of them. The immediate bitterness made him choke and splutter. He coughed a few petals out, but most of them stuck, and he was forced to swallow them. His stomach lurched, and he shuddered with a wave of nausea. Why on earth did his parents eat such foul things?!

Sighing quietly, his brow furrowed in confusion, he turned to a patch of sweet clover - he knew his mother loved this matter especially. Closing his eyes and wincing, he opened his mouth wide and snapped his jaw shut. A sudden rumbling buzz in his mouth made him bite down. A horrible squishing pop resounded in his mouth. The spurt of warmth, and the flavour, subtle and savory, hit him in just the right way.

"I...ate a bug." He remarked, confused by why he liked a bug far better than grass. His stomach would not be satisfied by one bug, though.

Nosing about in the grass he found a caterpillar. He ate it without hesitating, the slight bitter tang was complimented by a nicely sour-squishy flavor. Whinnying happily, he looked for more bugs to eat. Muzzle in the grass, he let his nose guide him, licking an occasional ant into his mouth. It was then he caught a whiff of something quite pungent. His nostrils flared in excitement. Here was a scent that enticed him. Pushing his way through a juniper bush, he hestiated when he saw what had made his mouth water so.

It was an animal. It was dead, to be sure, and the presence of carrion animals (in this case, a pair of rooks) told him that whatever had killed it had eaten its fill. Ashe hesitated, his mouth watering at the sight of the red, meaty flesh before him. He'd never seen anyone in his herd eat meat. He strained to recall any instance, but couldn't.

But it couldn't be wrong, could it? Certainly, if the rooks were fine eating from the carcass, he'd be just as fine. His stomach finally won him over. Trotting forward he snorted at the rooks to make them back off. Moments later he was tearing flesh from the animal, groaning in ecstasy. He had never tasted anything finer in his life - and it sat in his belly so well. Why on earth would any Kirin eat grass when they could eat meat?

SO I HEARD YOU LIKE RAINBOWS

Name of Kirin:Ixchel: Rainbow Lady
I read your conditions:and sign here in blood
Entry: Promt 3

Ixchel watched Uncle Abhy and frowned, he was at it again. Always so depressed and Ix just didn't think it fit him at all. That was why she had decided he was to be her project. She just knew there had to be some way to make him not so depressed. So far her plan only consisted to always making sure he wasn't alone at all, since being alone was depressing...at least it was to her. So Ix figured it had to be the same for him and anytime he made to separate himself from the others, Ix would follow and keep him company, chatting at him happily.

Even if he didn't always sound happy to see her, Ix just knew he had to be happier then he had been if he was alone. But that wasn't enough and Ixchel knew it and so now she was trying to find new ways to make him happy. Turning her attention to Lakshmi who was also trying to cheer Uncle Abhy up, Ix had to grin. That was it! If she could get those two together then her uncle wouldn't have any time to be unhappy.

Trotting towards the pair happily, she began to devise her master plan just knowing he was going to be lots happier once she was done with him.

SO I HEARD YOU LIKE RAINBOWS

Name of Kirin: Astraia (female)
I read your conditions: and sign here in blood
Entry: (( Prompt 3
You and your four older siblings (three brothers, one sister) were born into a herd, which comprises of Abhyagni, Tuyet, Lakshmi, and your beloved parents. Tuyet's not around all the time, but he seems pretty nice; Abhyagni and Lakshmi...they're never far apart, and though Lakshmi likes fun and is pretty happy-go-lucky, "Uncle Abhy" is depressed and convinced that he brings nothing but bad luck. How do you deal with him, the most unique and depressed kirin in the herd--bar none? )))

Having hatched many sun circles after her siblings, Astraia was the baby of the family. With her siblings close to being weaned, their parents had taken them on a trip to point out the good food and bad food, while Astraia was left behind with Uncle Abhy. She looked over at the dark adult and sighed. He was so depressing, and his mood always affected her’s when they were together. Normally she’d avoid him by playing with another adult in the herd, but Aunt Lakshmi was off on a rare trip away from Abhy with Uncle Tuyet, she didn't know what they'd left for though. Couldn't they have taken her along?
So here she was, stuck alone with the uncle who seemed to prefer leaving her alone with seemingly as much desire as she wanted to leave him to himself. Father had asked for him to watch over her though. After a few awkward minutes, she snorted and trotted over to at least sit with Abhyagni. Mother would not approve of them avoiding each other the entire time. Already she could feel her usually chipper mood diminishing, her head hanging slightly as she fought to hold it up. “Can we pway a game?” She asked softly, knowing full well what the answer would be.

“You do realize that every time you play a game with me you risk getting hurt?” He said in a melancholy voice. “I don’t want your parents upset with me for getting you hurt.”

With a soft sigh, Astraia’s head flopped with finality, chin drooping to her chest as she sat on her rear. So once again, another day of sitting around, depressed. She wished the other adults would get back soon. She didn’t hate Uncle Abhy, but he certainly wasn’t her favorite adult to be with.
“Wha’bout a word game?” She asked, grasping to change the monotony of Abhy babysitting day.

Abhyagni’s ears flicked, the most movement he’d done since Astraia had been left in his charge. “That might be okay. What do you do?”

Head lifting slightly, Astraia glanced hopefully at the dark toned male. “Well…. We could pway that human game. ‘I Spy,’ I tink it’s called that. I go first!” The prospect of an actual game was cheering the young foal quickly. “Okay! I spy… somefing bwack!”

The adult cocked his head at Astraia before sighing and looking around. Black? What around here was- He paused and looked down at himself. “Is it me?”

”Yes!” She squeaked happily, further encouraged when Abhy actually cracked a smile. She figured he was smiling at the harmless factor of the game, but hoped it was because he was feeling pleasure. “Okay, your turn!”

They kept this up until Tuyet and Lakshmi returned, and Astraia managed to talk them into joining. They finally stopped when her family returned, the young foal slipping secretly over to Abhyagni and giving his cheek the softest of nuzzles, ignoring the fact that he tensed fearfully, thinking his horn would poke her eye out. She would never forget the day she’d actually had fun with Uncle Abhy.

SO I HEARD YOU LIKE RAINBOWS

Name of Kirin: Noah
I read your conditions: sign here in blood
Entry: ... comfort, warmth and darkness was all he had ever know growing and maturing in his egg to someday enter the world. It was a sort of death, a rest before life. Survival in this venerable state was completely up to his parents. Even when he hatched to be an infant, grew to be a child and until he became an adult he would desperately needed his parents for; food, protection, knowledge to live and love to make life worth living.

He had grown big under his mother's warmth would soon use his stub of an antler to brake threw the soft shell and meet the world, but that night hungry beasts decided to make easy prey off the mother's precious eggs.

Mother... the body that had bore, warmed him... he could hear her calls of anger and distress as she fought to protect her young. The yelps and yowls of the beasts that meet her hooves and horn. Noah had never heard these sound so they meant little to him... they were strange and unnatural. He felt threatened as his egg was buffeted by his mother's hooves as she tried to monuver between the nest and the battle. Suddenly egg was kicked. Felt himself being spun like a top, left him dizzy and confused as the spinning slowed. Suddenly felt himself being lifted and taken away from his nest.

The predator's hot breath beat heavily on the shell as it fled to get away before the mother had noticed the egg was gone. Could feel the pressure of the monster's teeth against the protective shell that separated him from them. It was odd moving without site or clue of where you were going but just as he had been picken him up the beast stopped and placed him down.

Noah began chipping away at the shell with his horn. Head peaked out, removed his front hooves one by one and attempted to drag the rest of his body out with a heavy heave and a weak "Baa" and fell on his chin near his broken container and shakily sat himself up. The silence, sights, it over whelmed, frightened him. When in doubt cry for help. Noah opened his mouth and baaded like newborns do.

Noah, cried, cried and cried... alone in this senseless place, the warmth that protected him while he grew in the egg was no where around and his stomach was empty. There was no end to his problems!

Suddenly felt a velvety surface run across his soft newborn fur. Looked over his shoulder to see great white dear staring with love and affection at his lost son threw those narrow yellow eyes. Enfy's horn dripped with the blood of the beast that had been crouched in the grass, ready to pounce and kill. Noah blinked expectantly at his father. Enfy licked the top of his son's head and smiled as the infant let out a joyous giggle. Noah was too young to be afraid of the blood on his face or the dangers that loomed in this world or was he the type the that just didn't care.