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 Posted: Sat May 07, 2011 9:36 pm
 The first rays of the sun slowly touched the horizon as morning was brought forth. The once quite little glade bursting into life as the forest around it awoke with the first warm touches. Birds sang as they started their morning rituals, the sun creeping ever farther into the sky pushing the clinging darkness of night backwards. Things seemed quite, peaceful and undisturbed this morning as if nothing in the world was wrong. Animals, people, plants all went on about their morning with the quiet confidence that today would be a good day.
It was well into the morning hours, the last of the dew drops clinging to the vegetation and reflecting the sun’s rays onto a tightly woven basket that the first thoughts of possible peril slipped into the day. In the distance dark clouds rolled and the faintest sounds of thunder could be heard. Perhaps today wouldn’t be as sunny and pleasant as one had originally thought. People seemed to pick up their pace and the world seemed to get just a bit faster with the threat of rain overhead.
All of this however, was lost, lost on a singular little basket which sat innocently nestled into some flowers. The sides of the basket bulged a bit indicating its cargo had grown some since first being placed inside. The basket itself seemed perfectly harmless, with a soft cream color painted with dark dun colors and black. Nothing on it indicated it was anything but that, a basket. Yet, it was strange for a basket to be alone out in the wilderness was it not? With no one to look after it and no one to give it any care, well it was downright dangerous for it to be sitting here so innocently like that; but what could it do? Aside from sit there and hope from some form of salvation.
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Posted: Sun May 22, 2011 10:11 pm
As he traveled, the foal caught a strange sight. Was that a basket? What sort of parents would leave their baskets out in the open when a storm was coming? Actually, it didn't seem like there was anyone around for the basket at all and not just taking shelter. Still, he approached the woven vessel cautiously, not wanting to envoke the wrath of a protective mother if there was one somewhere around. Drawing nearer, there was still no sign of any guardians of the basket. Odd. He thought when he finally approached the Paint marked basket. He sniffed it carefully. It didn't seem to have others scents on it, which meant that the basket was abandoned here. The sound of approaching thunder reminded him of the perils that approached, and he snorted. It's not my problem. With that, he turned to walk away.
It was only after taking a few steps that something tugged at him and Abbadon stopped. Turning his head, he looked back to the lone basket. Why was he feeling like this? Usually, he went out of his way to avoid other soquili, but this time, he actually wanted to bring this going to be soquili with him. Well, he couldn't just leave it here to possibly get hit, drown or some other thing that a lone basket shouldn't have to endure. With a huff to himself, the colt turned and walked back to the basket. There, he lowered his head and began to carefully scrape his horns against the side of it, until the tips slipped into the woven threads. Once he was sure he had the basket, he began to drag it backwards towards the forest as fast as he possibly could. It took him longer than he wanted, but eventually, he reached the overhanging branches of the trees, but he still wasn't settled. Pulling further, he didn't stop until he found a location that was shielded from most of the rain, while a good distance from the trees, in the case they were struck by lightning. After finding the location, he unhooked his horns and climbed over the basket, deciding to take care of it for the time being.
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Posted: Wed Nov 16, 2011 4:18 pm
The foal in the basket rolled, it was close to the time she would be break out but she wasn’t quite ready. There were still to be a few days before she was quite ready to burst forth and face the world head on. She rolled again and stretched causing the basket’s sides to bulge as lightening crackled across the sky. Little noises were heard from the basket as thunder rumbled over head. It was a touch scary to her honestly, she was after all locked in a basket and while it dulled out some things it didn’t silence everything.
The sky had grown dangerously dark and it was almost as if dusk had fallen instead of it being morning. It seemed the weather had different plans for the day. The sun had long since vanished from sight and there was little hope of it coming back so the most that could be done was settling in and waiting it out. Not that the little filly fully understood any of this and despite the fact she couldn’t see she did feel a tad bit safer. She didn’t fully grasp anything just yet and the loud noises outside of her warm haven were frightening.
She couldn’t fully understand the world yet. To her the noises were something only her mind could come up with and as she had nothing to really base her assumptions off of the monsters of her mind tended to just be blobs of black. She would never guess that the breathing of Abbadon was just that, the breathing of another horse. Or that the patter of rain on the leaves was rain, though she wondered at these sounds. Despite her fear that the great monsters of the outside world were going to eat her she wondered at what it looked like. Each day that wonder became more growing into a rock in the pit of her stomach pressing her to burst forth from her little confines and discover what lay beyond. This feeling grew in size each day to the point she wanted to do something about it but always she would find something to stop her.
She rested her head down on the bottom of the basket her mane falling across her face. She flicked her tail to let it fall across her legs as she lay there listening to the outside world. The thunder was growing to be a dull rumble and the patter of rain was starting to lull her towards sleep. She felt her eyes becoming heavy and her senses began to dull. Slowly sleep took her into his gentle hold. The basket became still as she slept only the smallest of movements occasionally letting you know she was alive.
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Posted: Sat Feb 11, 2012 7:52 pm
It took some time, but eventually Abbadon managed to drag the basket into the forest and pressed it into a bush. When the flash of lightning brightened the dark sky, his red eyes glanced up and watched its path, hoping it didn't strike close. After the rumble of the thunder finished, he looked to the vessel that was holding new life. Though the colt's face showed anger, he was actually quite curious as to why this one basket was out in that field by itself without any sign of its parents or siblings. The foal remained silent, simply watching this lone basket as the sides bulged and gentle noises emitted from it between the sounds of the storm.
The storm continued to pass over head, as he watched the basket. It had been some time since his time in his basket, so he wondered what was going on in this growing foal's mind at this moment, pretty certain that the noises around it were relatively new and possibly, fascinating or even frightening.
After a bit longer, the colt gave out a snort. He nosed the basket and the leaves of the bushes a bit more, making sure it was decently concealed among the foliage. Once he was sure of his effort to protect the basket, Abbadon turned and walked away. He was already determined to keep the basket, but only if there was absolutely no sign of either the mother or the father looking for the basket. So, the foal was on his way back to the field where he found it to make sure. Without having the basket to drag, the trip was a lot quicker as he ran in the direction he had previously came from. The thinning trees was a sign that he was approaching the opening of the field, but the storm overhead was still a problem. So, as he approached the last couple of trees, he simply peeked his head out. Glowing red eyes scanned back and forth, to and fro. No life what so ever. Fate was cruel, but it must have been determined to have him run into the basket and keep it. He mused on how he would explain coming home with it, but he will cross that bridge when he came to it since he wasn't going to take 'no' as an answer and he turned to return to where he left the basket.
A bit longer, he returned to the area where he hid the basket and checked the bush. Sure enough, the basket was still there and he let out a inward relieved sigh. He looked to the dark sky. It didn't seem that the storm was going to end anytime soon, so he would have to wait it out there. His mother would have to worry just a bit longer as he sidled up beside the basket, tucking his legs under him as he laid down. With a small nicker, he lowered his head against his side and slowly, drifted to sleep.
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