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 Posted: Tue Jun 28, 2011 10:53 pm
His basket was warm, comfortable, and a safe place to hide when he wasn't using it to carry something new in to take home and tinker with. Yes it was a useful thing but mostly.. it was his security clutch. Sure he was bold from time to time and a happy foal when his family was around but to some extent he's developed a bit of his mother's skittishness and his basket sometimes helped him cope with that which startled him.
He'd figured out how to tip his basket up and carry it on his back not rather than to continuously be dragging it along on the ground. when empty it was light so he could carry it. but when he had something in it.. he often resorted to dragging it. today he's tumped out all of the things he'd been tinkering with leaving them spilled all over the den floor of the cave his parents had seemed to have made a home out of. So on his back he had his basket making him look something like a strange blue turtle wading through the tall meadow grass.
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Posted: Thu Aug 04, 2011 1:47 pm
With a family that wanders, Awinita had no one place to really call home. Great Granpa says that there is a land that he did belong to, but he wasn't going back until he found this 'thing' that he didn't even know what it was. Wherever great granpa went, gramma went and where gramma went, pa and ma went the same. It was because of this, her and her brother had to follow, so the little filly didn't have anything she could claim to comfort her, besides her family. Everything was left behind, even her basket, but such is the cost of wandering.
It was this ever moving that made the filly used to moving about, and because of that, she had no problem wandering away from her family when they did stop in one location for awhile. Reaching a meadow, she walked through the tall grass, nickering softly as the grass would rub against her fur and she would try to rub back against it without falling over. Her attention was pulled away from the grass when she heard something rustle in the grass. Hoping it was a grasshopper or some other insect, she made her way toward the direction the sound came from.
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Posted: Thu Aug 04, 2011 6:45 pm
Something rustling off near by halted him in his tracks. His ears flicked in every direction as he stood still, waiting and watching to see what was out in the grass. Part of him wanted to leap up and run back to his mother's side for fear of it being a predator. However, his curiosity had the better of him. His luck it was one of his sister who'd followed him out, or at least that was what he'd been thinking.
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Posted: Tue Aug 30, 2011 2:13 pm
Pressing on, she was unaware of the colt nearby. She didn't even really have a reason in mind for her wandering as she continued to move through the tall grass. After a few more steps, she emerged from the tall grass and into the small clearing. That's when she stopped, gazing ahead at the powder blue foal in front of her. She blinked for a moment, wondering what she should do now and wondering if she had to worry about protective or questioning parents. Looking around, it didn't seem like they were around, now stepping more into the clearing with the flick of her tail. Perhaps she was destined to meet this colt, or whatever it was that Great Granpa would preach to her about. Whatever it was, she just kept moving closer to the other foal.
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Posted: Wed Aug 31, 2011 1:23 pm
The rustling stopped and he glanced about only to find a filly. Blinking, he shrank shyly and hid under hit up turned basket like a turtle. Poking his nose out, her peered out at her. Last filly he'd met had teased him and chased him and tried to give him cooties.
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Posted: Mon Sep 19, 2011 5:20 pm
A sudden movement caught her attention, body tensing and ears perking upright. She was a bit frightened by the movement, not knowing what it was and thinking it could be some sort of predator stalking her. The filly stood there for a while, looking at her surroundings. As she did this, she caught sight of the upturned basket. A basket meant foals had been in the area at one moment in time. She figured the family was long gone by now since there was no other signs of soquili around. With that, she calmed and moved toward the basket, unaware of the foal that was cowering inside of it.
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Posted: Mon Sep 19, 2011 9:20 pm
He held his breath and tried to be a quiet as he could trying not to bring any attention to himself hoping the filly would just pass him by. It was the earthy scent of the dirt and a blade of grass tickling his nose that was his downfall. Sniffling, his eyes watered as he fought to keep from sneezing till finally... "Achoo!" His little rump lifted from the force of his sneeze causing his basket to lift with it, reveling himself. Upon noticing this, her froze for a moment wondering just what he should do now.
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Posted: Fri Oct 21, 2011 12:40 am
Her eyes continued to look at this basket, softly appreciating the powder blue color of the weaving. Slowly, she moved closer to it to get a better view of the smaller details it had. As she got closer though, she started to notice other things, weirder things. Like, the lip of the basket wasn't fully on the ground, it was hiked up a bit as if resting on something. She tilted her head at this, but still approach. It was the sudden sneeze and the basket flying off that really scared her. The suddenness of the occurrence caused her to jump, then stumble back onto her rear legs. Not hesitating, she scrambled back onto all four legs and ran back into the tall grass to hide, peeking out slightly to see what had happened.
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Posted: Thu Oct 27, 2011 3:24 am
Another sneeze escaped him sending his basket flopping behind him slightly. He stood there, rump still up in the air and alone in the the grass, his pale coat stuck out against the green of the grass. Sniffling, he looked around. He couldn't see the filly any longer. Had his sneeze scared her away? Ears perking slightly, he tentatively looked around pondering investigating the grass a bit further. Deciding against it, he moved to step back but tripped on the lip of his basket, landing in it his front legs hanging out of hit with his hind in a funny position, his rump in the bottom of his baby bed.
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Posted: Fri Mar 30, 2012 6:10 pm
Peeking her nose out further from the tall grass, she didn't see anything at first. Her ears perked again at that sound that had first scared her, but she soon came to realize that it had been a sneeze. A sneeze meant that someone must have been nearby. With that, she got up again and slowly made her way toward where the sneeze seemed to have come from.
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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2012 10:40 pm
Scrambling, he could hear the rustling of something approaching again and he flailed about to get himself out of his baby bed. Failing horribly, she was left to just sit there and wait for whom ever it was that was drawing nearer to him. "H-hullo?" He managed to get out. By George if he was going to have to be sitting in his basket when what ever it was came near, he'd had better try and get an idea of what it was... shouldn't he?
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Posted: Fri Apr 20, 2012 9:59 pm
Awinita kept moving toward where the sneeze came from, at least, she believed so. She couldn't be sure she was still heading in the right direction in the tall grass. When the greeting was called out, she ducked into the grass for a moment. It was when she realized it was just someone saying hello, she perked her head up again. "Hello?"
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Posted: Sun Apr 22, 2012 5:21 pm
The voice that answered him back sounded feminine. That was good, right? Females weren't always so bad.. at least not unless they were his sisters coming to tease him about his strange ways. Saying he was some how switched at birth. Shaking the thought from his head and spoke once more. "Where are you?" He peered into the grass and tried once more to get out of his basket, failing in the process.
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Posted: Sat May 12, 2012 10:51 pm
She peeked out of the grass more as the voice, a boy's by the sound of it, called out again. It asked where she was. She looked around her for a moment before calling out, "I'm here." It was obvious she didn't quite get the concept of exact location. Slowly though, she started to move forward again, curious of who it was that she was talking to.
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Posted: Sat May 12, 2012 10:58 pm
He heard the voice. Funny, he still couldn't see her. "Could you possibly help me?" He called out. "I'm a bit stuck.." He admitted as he tried once more in vain to get himself out of his predicament.
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