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 Posted: Sat Mar 06, 2010 10:36 pm
 A pair of mismatched eyes peer out into the bright world outside. They swept left, and they swept right, looking, searching, for something... for an audience, perhaps? Or perhaps for the lack of one... Either way, all that could be made out by this pair of eyes was a snip of a small clearing and a line of trees that beckoned to her, called her over.
First the nose emerged, muddy brown and quivering as it took in all the new aromas and scents in the air. Then came the rest of the snout, followed by the cheeks, and finally the ears. For a few moments, the filly nervously sat there unmoving, listening for any signs of danger. Satisfied with the silence, her neck followed until her hind legs unfolded underneath her, causing the lid of the basket to pop open, flying off backwards and smacking into the ground on the other side of the woven keep. She froze, not even daring to blink. A full minute passed, and she could swear there was something behind her, behind the basket that she had just opened. Was that... breathing....?
Her ears flicked back, and the filly took one deep breath and slowly turned her head to look at whatever was behind her, without moving her hooves from where they were still planted: inside of the basket.
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Posted: Sat Mar 06, 2010 11:07 pm
 Khajag could not wait for the arrival of his foals. He eyes were trained on the basket, as if he were trying to send signals and hatch already. He was dying of suspension. He was ready for this day! The stallion at first was still at a shock that he of all stallions was going to have foals of his own. Although, it wouldn't be out of love, but simply hopes that it would stabilize his foal's mother. As far as that goes, he didn't know how stable this would make her. He could only wish her good health, and happiness since she brought new life into his life. For that, he was forever grateful.
His thought wandered back to the basket in front of him. His ears perked up, hearing movement within the basket. Was it really going to come out? "L-little one?" He called out to her.
With the popping of the lid, his eyes widened. He ducked and avoided getting hit by lid, but still kept his eyes trained on the form coming out of the basket. The sight stole his breathe away. It seems like he was gifted with another filly. To see her take a look back behind her, he smiled and looked down to her fondly. "Hello little one.." He whispered to her softly.
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Posted: Thu Apr 22, 2010 1:24 pm
When she turned her head back to look at what was behind her, her gaze fell upon a green-blue stallion. Her eyes opened wide and scanned this tall being over, taking it all in slowly: his bright hooves, his spotted coat, the necklace he wore around his neck, the tear-marks on his face, his thick mane that easily flowed over half of his face, and last of all she looked into his eyes. His teal eyes that spoke of sadness, and of great happiness at the same time. His shining eyes that almost glowed in her mind. His eyes that she would say smiled down at her just the same as his lips.
When he spoke out for the first time, she had not heard him, but the greeting, his second call, made her ears flick up and toward him. She had heard this voice before, she knew this voice. Without leaving the safety of her basket just yet, the tan filly carefully - without taking her eyes off of him - turned the rest of her body one silent hoof-step at a time to face the stallion that could only be the stallion she had peeked out to see so many times before she was ready to open up her basket all the way: her father.
Once there, she lifted one of her forelegs and left it hanging mid-air, curled up to her chest, and she stretched her neck forwards, nose shivering as she took in his scent, just to be sure. Afterall, she didn't know how many others could look like this! It wouldn't be long before she was out and exploring and would realize that it would be hard to mistake her father for any other soquili.
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Posted: Wed Apr 28, 2010 5:15 pm
His eyes studied his daughter. She was a tan/flesh color tone, just like her mother. She even had stripes similar to her mother and the rest of her siblings. Although, her stripes were bi-colored, like some of her features. Her hair was a cross between his mother and his, as well as her eyes. He found this a bit strange, but endearing. One trait that she seemed to inherit more than her other siblings was his own paint splatter markings. He noticed the dominance in their mother's appearance in comparison that his own. He then wondered how much of his own personality and their mother's personality they inherited, if it was something to be inherited.
The stallion smiled to her softly, looking at her with pure adoration. He was blessed with another girl, and he would love her no more or no less than the rest of her sisters. He watched as she took in his scent, and allowed her to explore the new world. It's better that she come at the new world at her own pace, than be shoved right into it.
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Posted: Sun Aug 01, 2010 2:26 pm
His scent was warm, and loving, if those things could have a scent that is. Perhaps it was more the feeling that she got from him than anything, but she would have insisted that it was in her nose just as much as it was in her mind or her heart.
Still sniffing curiously, her eyes flutter shut and the filly sets down the lifted leg and then lifts the other, just to put it down a pace closer to the stallion, and then another and another until she finds herself bumping nose-first into his chest. Her eyes snap open and she shakes her head before looking up to see his reaction. She offers up a sheepish grin, hoping that it would seem apologetic and sincere enough that she wouldn't get in trouble.
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Posted: Thu Jan 13, 2011 12:30 am
Khajag smiled at the foal, watching her first steps. The stallion watched carefully, allowing the foal to try it on her own. He was so ecstatic and proud to see his filly walking! What an accomplishment. "You're doing wonderful, sweetie." He said, cheering her on and encouraging forward. He laughed feeling her bump into him and made sure she did not lose her balance by bumping into him. "You should be proud of yourself." He said in a soft gentle voice, moving into nuzzle his beautiful daughter.
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Posted: Sat Sep 17, 2011 5:05 am
She grinned, and her eyes slid shut again as she embraced the nuzzle, loving the brushing of his coat against her softer one. He just felt so warm. It was just as nice as she had imagined from inside of her basket. She lifted a foreleg to step in even closer -if that was even possible- but it never found the right ground. Instead of landing on the hoof, it slipped and she fell.
Limbs crumpled and the young filly found herself lying in a heap between her father's front legs. Eyes shut tightly, she lay there a moment, completely silent. When she was sure the fall was over and there would be no more flailing or lack of control, she pried one eye open, the blue one, and rolled it up to spy at her father. Her legs were still weak and not used to holding her weight from being folded for so long in her basket. It would probably be a few more days before she would walk without falling (without reason), but for right now even those first few steps took a lot of effort and energy. She would stay where she was to rest for a while. Here, under the protective figure of her father.
Mouthing the word once, twice, silently, she finally felt confident enough to speak it out loud. "Daddy?" She could understand most things by now, she had heard lots go on outside of her basket, but speaking was still something that was strange to her. She practiced words silently inside of her mind as she heard them spoken around her, but seldom had she practiced whispering them with audible sound.
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