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 Posted: Wed Feb 23, 2011 2:45 am
DemonWingedPoetGirl = Recovery
BrackenHide = DarkMoon Dancer
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Posted: Thu Sep 08, 2011 9:50 am
 RP-Ed as a foal here Recovery smiled up at his father with a wide grin as thesh-ah his adoptive mother left to attend to her daily patrol rounds.
this was nearly his favorite part of the day (right after story time with the rest of his mothers teepee) his strictly father son time. His gentlemen's hour as he sometimes called it. Now it was true he couldn't wait till he was old enough to patrol alongside his mother to help defnd as she did but gentlemens hour was quite different and just a good in another way they did stallion stuff. Admittedly At first their time together had been a tad awkward but Recovery didn't mind he loved his dad with all his heart and maybe a little more. Thus he strived everyday to try to be a little more like him. Today to be extra impressive he had even attempted to style his short colts mane like his fathers useig water a lot of head shakeing. He thought it was a pretty good impression and He hoped he would notice maybe even give him a compliment on it. His grin got a little bigger as he thought about it.
His mother may have been his hero figure but his father was his idol. A greater stallion had never lived as far as he was concerned and he herd of plenty of them to make comparisons. He hopped one day to be just like him.
Of course that's probably why he had a hard time striking up a conversation or . . .even saying a full sentence without a mumble or a jumble to him once they were alone. He could imagine what he wanted to say but just couldn't find the words when he needed to. So there he stood his tail wiggling excitedly but entirely silent with a happy little grin.
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Posted: Sat Sep 17, 2011 4:53 am
Freak-out long past, Brackenhide eventually became ok with being a father. Not to say he was very good at it, hell, even he wouldn't claim something as absurd as that. But he did try. He just... really didn't know what he was doing. He leaned on Thesh-Ah quite heavily when it came to anything Recovery-related, and for all her help, he was ever-grateful. He would never had gotten even this far, without her.
They had both agreed that it would be good (for both Brackenhide, and young Recovery) to have Father-Son time. That being said, he generally had no idea what to do. He knew he wanted to teach his son how to really treat a lady, but was this the right time? Was he too young? Well, he was never too young to learn to be polite, but Recovery seemed to be doing just fine there. For the most part, he thought he would have to wait with those lessons until he was a little older. But what about the world? There was so much there to see, touch, taste, and experience. But he couldn't take him too far yet, not until he was older. He could tell him about other places, though.
Sighing, Brackenhide left Thesh-Ah to begin her patrol rounds. Glancing about the area, he looked for the bright colt. Didn't take long to spot him wiggling in excitement. Approaching him with a thoughtful look upon his face, Brackenhide pondered, "Hmmm..... something..... something looks different." He looked at him from straight on, then tilted his head left to look at him like that, then right. And then he began to walk an entire circle around the foal, inspecting him, without touching, trying to place what was different.
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Posted: Tue Nov 08, 2011 11:35 pm
Recovery bit his lower lip, with a grin so wide his bright eyes were nearly scrunched entirely closed.
At his fathers words he tried to say yes to indicate that there was indeed something different . . . but ended up just vigorously nodding instead.
Once his father began to circle him he gave a little jump partially for emphasis but mostly due to excitement and struck a pose that he thought most resembled his father. It just so happened to be like he was bowing in greeting. His back straight, head arched just so, with one foreleg bent beneath him and the other stretched out before him. The form was fairly good for one so young and wobbly as he was.
I wish this mane of mine was just a bit longer he thought tossing it Then he would have noticed right off the bat for sure.
He then wobbled a bit too much and fell entirely over to one side. He frowned for a moment and got back to his feet shaking the dust off a bit embarrassed.
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Posted: Wed Nov 23, 2011 2:35 pm
What a pose! And for one so young! Brackenhide almost chuckled, but restrained himself to a kind smile instead. He didn't want to hurt the foal's feelings after all, he only meant well! He found it... endearing, how much Recovery tried to be like him. He had never had anyone act like this before, it was strange no doubt, but it also made him feel all warm inside. Having foals wasn't so bad! Just... scary.
Finishing his circle of the young one, he came back to stand in front of him when Recovery fell over. Bending his neck down to nudge him back into place, he tried to help the foal out calmly and as if nothing wrong had happened. Falling wasn't wrong, it was just.. unexpected, and a little ungainly. But so long as he got all his falling out in front of family, he could keep that poise for the ladies he would one day meet and woo. Smiling warmly he nudged the foal's shoulder and finally drew back with an, "Aha! I see it now... You must have shined your scales, right? Is that it?" Still oblivious to the hair styling, Brackenhide was just guessing.
Such a simple thing, and yet it hit Brackenhide in such a strange way. Something like... oh he didn't know how to describe it. What he was feeling though, unbeknownst to him... was a pang of love. A soft gesture, a kind imitation of respect and even of wanting to be just like him from his very first son. It hit hard, but this was only to be the first of many other bonding moments.
- end -
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