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 Posted: Mon Jul 12, 2010 3:13 pm
The life as a foal was simple, unless you had the aspirations to become one of the world’s greatest detectives like the Stallion Holmes. To Wystan, this was his goal in life; anything else did not matter. Mares and fillies were only friends and nothing more; nothing would get in his way of being like his hero Holmes. Testing his young observational skills, the young winged colt turned his icy blue eyes to the area around him. Foliage covered the ground as far as the eye could see; ancient trees reached up towards the sky, blocking out the huge fireball that is the sun with their long expanse of branches. In the trees above the young angeni’s head, tiny blue birds sang a sweet tune to one another. The young practicing detective turned his gaze to the ground; the only recent prints were his own. His hoof markings covered up the faded traces of deer, squirrel and rabbits.
Wystan for once was alone in the dense woods, his mother was back their makeshift den and Alistair was off exploring as well, but in the opposite direction than Wystan. Gold and red wings twitched on Wystan’s back as he remembered all the places he has traveled in his short foal life. He remembered all the friends that he had made: Nova, Nana, Io, and Sea (who was still his best friend, no matter how many miles they were apart). ‘Perhaps when I am older and I am a great detective, I could meet up with all my friends of my past.’ The young foal smiled and made the promise to himself. He shook himself, would not let the past distract him from his mission. He would keep moving forward and he had Sea to thank for that, since it was she who helped him get over the anger he had directed at his father. It was not only Winston’s fault that Isabliss left without a word. Both adults were to blame.
Peacefulness washed over the young foal as he closed his eyes and listened to the woods beyond him. His body appeared relaxed, but his mind was on high alert.
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Posted: Wed Jul 28, 2010 1:10 pm
 Teagan crashed through some bushes, causing him to fall and land right on his butt. He blinked his crystal blue eyes as he looked at the sky above. He had just been running, just to run really, when these bushes appeared from out of nowhere! Okay, so maybe his eyes had been closed, but it was so freeing to run and jump off the ground sometimes. He slowly blinked while looking at the sky before he closed his eyes and took a deep breath and held it in. Letting the held in breath escape slowly he shook his head if only to put some sense back into his head.
Letting his eyelids fall open, he took in his surroundings through the bluish purple that was the streak in his hair. He blew the streak out of his eyes, and let out a huff, before he got up. He stretched once he was on his own four legs and he heard a crack in his back. “Oooo, that kinda hurt.” He muttered while cracking his neck, and feeling the pressure slide away from his bones. “So, gooood.” Tea looked around, and looked to the leafy floor, which was leafier really because of his awesome crashing skills. “Off on the next journey I guess,” he sighed while he thought of how boring it could be just to explore, “But maybe this time without the falling and almost dying thing.” He gave another sight before taking off in another direction, making sure to stay away from bushes.
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Posted: Sat Aug 07, 2010 11:38 pm
The silence was broken with the ruckus of some creature crashing through the forest’s many bushes. A few moments passed and the forest relapsed into silence; curiosity peeked in the little foal, ‘What had created that noise?’ He thought to himself; it was his goal to find out.
With quiet hoof falls Wystan followed the clues of where the disturbance occurred, soon the foal discovered the clearing with freshly fallen leaves littering the forest floor; this was where the fracas transpired. Hoof prints were covered the ground in patches where the leaves did not cover, leading off in a direction that was devoid of plant life, A.K.A. Bushes. In a blink of an eye, the little detective made his way, pursuing the other soquili’s tracks. Wystan was able to deduce from the hoof prints that the disturber was a young foal or a usida, since the hoof prints were small in size. As the colt continued his way down the path, the signs of another creature soon became more apparent and easier to see, even to those who were inexperienced in the art of observation.
Wystan finally caught sight of the culprit, it was a young foal as he had presumed; the foal was a light purple in color and had dark black spots across his body. His mane was two different colors, blond with a streak of purple. What was a foal like him doing out in the woods?
“Hello. What are you doing way out here in the woods?” Wystan asked, revealing his presence to the tiny colt.
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Posted: Fri Aug 19, 2011 10:31 am
Teagan spun his hooves to look behind him at the creeper following him, and ended up slipping on some leaves that littered the forest floor and once again found himself sitting on his bottom. Another foal, this one with so many wings, was following him and now asking why he was in the wooded area. The real question was, why was this dude following him? "I'm just walking around, enjoying the scenery and whatever." He smiled at the foal now, taking in more of his appearance.
He seemed to be studying him, and so in return his smile slid from his face and he stared at the other foal. His body was grey and black and his wings were monstrous to Teagans young eyes. The four wings were black as well, and this foal was beginning to remind him of the monster he had met by the river, who turned out to not really be a monster but an educator of the disease called cooties. He now considered that stallion his friend for his warning. “And who are you?”
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