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 Posted: Thu Jul 14, 2011 4:43 pm
Nicona awoke from her nap to a butterfly onto her nose. Her ears perked up at it and she snorted it off with a giggle. It fluttered up and began to glide away, which she giggled again and proceeded to chase.
"Come back butterfly!" She giggled chasing it, and the two proceeded to play tag and they danced across the meadows. Or rather she danced trying to catch her little butterfly friend. But in the middle of her dance she stopped to scratch at the scab in the center of her forehead, and when she looked back up, the butterfly was gone. "Aww..." she pouted then looked around. She had wandered out of the familiar part of the meadow, and found herself a little lost. She flattened her ears. Uh oh... Ny Kyrin is going to be furious with her... that and Momma would be worried about her. She turned around hoping that walking the way she came would help her get home.
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Posted: Tue Jul 19, 2011 7:06 pm
Suddenly the meadow was covered up with a dense fog. The once bright and sunny sky became, all at once, dark and gloomy. An Azrein of buckskin color walked closely by the filly. He tried to hide in the fog, he dispised young ones almost as much as he dispised humans. His ears flattened back and he snorted as he spoted the source of the unfamiliar scent
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Posted: Wed Jul 20, 2011 9:06 am
(Since Nicona grew, imma keep playing her as a foal till later lol)
Nicona looked around at the sudden change of weather and shivered. "I really must be lost..." she whimpered softly her ears flattened against her head. She continued on her way till she spotted a silhouette of another horse. Her ears perked up again. "hello?" she called "someone there?" she cautiously went over towards the silhouette. "Can you help me? I'm lost..."
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Posted: Mon Jul 25, 2011 10:34 am
At first the stallion did not respond, but when he realised she had seen his figure in the fog he spoke coldly "I should say you are lost. You are in my territory filly" He stepped out so that she could see him, though he stayed turned so that she could not see the mask covering the right side of his face. "What are you doing here?" he demanded and snorted again.
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Posted: Mon Jul 25, 2011 12:22 pm
"I was playing with the butterflies..." She admited watching him with great curiosity. "They're really fun to chase, sometimes I pretend I'm a butterfly and I'm flying with them, it's a good way to pass the time, because I hardly see any others like me around, they're all still snuggling in their blankets afraid to come out and play...." She looked around again. "I guess that's how I got lost... playing with my butterfly friends again." She then looked back up at him. "Forgive me of my manners, Momma taught be better than that," she said kneeling. "My name is Nicona." she said getting back up, her tail swishing with merriment still. "what's yours?"
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Posted: Mon Jul 25, 2011 2:05 pm
The stallion stared at the filly for a few moments, allowing the silence to become deafening. He showed a slight bow and replied "You may call me Phantom" His tail swished from annoyance. "So you followed a butterfly here? Where do you come from, do you know that? I can point you in a direction if that is what you require" His ears began to perk back up again. He knew this young filly meant no immediate danger to himself or his territory.
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Posted: Mon Jul 25, 2011 2:23 pm
Nicona's ears flattened and she shook her head. "No... I don't know where I live... all I know is that it was really hilly one day, then we moved to the forest, but I really don't know which direction that would be in, we move around a lot..." her ears then perked. "Phantom, that's a noble name." she said lightly stamping her front hooves. "You remind me of Big Brother, he's grumpy too. Always telling me what to do, and trying to keep me from playing with the butterflies, and he says my singing would scare away the crows..." her ears flattened again. "Momma likes it when I sing, that I have my own unique way of expressing myself. But I love it when she sings, but sometimes it puts me to sleep..." If it wasn't clear by now, she had a slight random attention. "If you want, Mr. Phantom, I can sing you Momma's song." She giggled playfully bouncing a little bit in a circle.
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Posted: Mon Jul 25, 2011 2:40 pm
"I can assure you I am like no other you have met." he replied almost offended that she had likened him to someone else. He smiled at her request to sing. That was one thing he liked about little fillies, their love of music. He hadn't met one yet that didn't hum every once in a while. He snorted and shook his mane back into place and took a quick walk around her, sizing her up. "Sing if you wish" he said and turned to face her head on, the white mask just barely visible now. He usually kept it out of sight, especially with young ones around. He hated being asked questions about it. He also began to contemplate seeking her mother out. This young filly was a fine specimen so her mother would be fine as well. However that would mean helping this disgusting filly for however long it took for them to find her mother. He shivered at the idea of traveling with this little one, the thought of helping out a 'good' azrein disgusted him however if he could find a way to make this work for him he may just suffer through the hunt for her mother.
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Posted: Mon Jul 25, 2011 3:10 pm
Nicona pranced happily then closed her eyes and began swaying humming the melodey which sounded much like "Greensleeves"
"There is a place
Far from here
where the grass is green
and the water is sweet
Where the wind whispers your name
And you know you are home
Far far away from here
Where no one has to shed a tear
Where we will be free
And no longer be hurting"
Once she was finished she opened her eyes and looked up at the stallion, she noticed his mask, but didn't care, she just hoped he liked her song. He was the first real friend who actually cared to hear her sing, and she hoped her Momma's song was a good one.
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Posted: Mon Jul 25, 2011 3:22 pm
The Phantom said not a word when she finished singing, though his eyes had shut near the beginning of the song. He enjoyed music so, and the pure voice of a young one made music even more angelic than he ever imagined it could be. When his bright blue eyes finally opened he sighed and looked down at little Nicona. "Where did you say you lived? In the forest? I know this forest inside and out" he said, his voice a little less cold than it had been. "I may be able to help you find your mother" he added, through gritted teeth. If he found a human with the mother he would lose it. He was curious as to how the mother looked and if she could sing as well as her offspring could.
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Posted: Mon Jul 25, 2011 4:33 pm
"Oh thank you, Mr. Phantom!" Nicona said happily, and because of her nature she went over to him, reared high enough to just barely giving him a kiss on his chin. She then danced around in a little circle, unable to control how happy she was. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!" she giggled before falling on her rump, she sat there stunned, then shook her head and got back up giggling some more. "Sorry." she apologized through her giggles.
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Posted: Tue Jul 26, 2011 11:15 am
The Phantom shivered at her touch. Why did I agree to this? I'll kill her before we find her mother, of that I'm sure he thought to himself as she danced around him. His skin crawled with disgust, it made his coat stand on end. He snorted when she fell as he was revele in her embarrassment and pain. "Alright then, what does your home look like?" he asked. He wandered these woods many times and should be able to find her home quickly, or at least he hoped so. For his own sake.
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Posted: Wed Jul 27, 2011 7:53 pm
Nicona thought a moment and perked back up. "Its two willow trees on either side of a stream with a thicket under one of the willow trees." She said trying to remember. "Its where the sweetest clover grows and the moss is really soft and there are some wild fruit trees around there too. I love the peaches, they're really sweet" she giggled again.
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Posted: Thu Jul 28, 2011 9:28 am
The Phantom sighed, he knew of at least a dozen places that contained two or more willow trees and a stream. The fruit trees helped him narrow down which places they would search first. "What is your mother like Nicona?" he asked. She was a pure white mare, he could not believe that pure white was ever achieved by anything other than two white parents. He looked down at the filly and smiled, she would grow up to be a fine mare if she could focus long enough to actually grow! "We will try a few places first. If the places I'm thinking of are not your 'home' then we will search another list I have, though it is much longer and quite spread out" He wondered if there were any evil azrein in this whole island. He kept running into goods, not even one neutral! He shook his head, pushing the thought out of his mind and began walking. He was grateful that the little pest hadn't pointed out his mask or tried to touch it or anything like that. The fog followed him, as it always did and lapped at Nicona's side.
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Posted: Thu Jul 28, 2011 4:15 pm
Nicona thought a moment trying to match his stride. "Well, her coat is smooth, like mine except finer, and it's the color of beach at sunset. Her hair is long and black, like a Raven's wing, and her eyes are bluer than the sky! Big Brother admits that her touch can even soften his hard heart. She is very strong, and very fast, at least she can keep up with Big Brother and Big Sister." She giggled "She has to at times, because Big Sister spooks easily." She stopped suddenly to the sound of a twig snapping, and it wasn't from either of them. She instinctively went close to Phantom and looked out at the woods that were quickly disappearing in the fog that followed them.
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