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 Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2011 4:53 pm
((Back dated foal rp))  Cadhla meandered a ways into the forest from the safety of the herd lands. His mother was visiting with his grandfather and grandmother so he'd taken this opportunity to seek out new things to work with. Maybe this time he could find something to fix his baby basket with...Sure it had all been an accident that Nigiri broke it.. but he wanted to try to salvage what was left of the broken bits of the once whole wicker basket he'd spent part of his life in.
Cad was a fairly large foal, he'd been growing rapidly these past months now dwarfing his sister Meyra who for some reason seemed to be staying petite and dainty looking while he and Haven took on a bulkier form. His mother and grandmothers had all assured him that they were likely going to take after their father. What a silly thought, he pondered, that he should ever tower over his mother like his father did. As he pondered this further, his attention was grabbed by something just off the trail. It wasn't anything un-natural much like he'd find at the abandoned two-legger camps but it was definitely different from anything else he'd seen in nature. It's shape was just... unique.
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Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2011 12:25 pm
They were small, and barely visible due to his disheveled mane. But they were there all the same. Hazel and he were both blessed with a pair, which is why his head so frequently seemed to itch! It truly was something unfortunate. Here he had slipped under the radar and was ready to take his place in the world, but he couldn't go so far cause his head kept itching! Mom had told him it was because he was growing his horns in but . . really. Did they have to be so scratchy!?
The pale coated colt looked quite the sight. Standing next to a young birch tree, he was rubbing the top of his head against its bark. Unfortunately fro him, his growing horns were just large enough to keep it from the itchiest part (at their base) from getting exposed to the tree. "Come ooooooonnnnn," he whined, both frustrated and determined all at once. If only his great-grandma Moppet was around. She was a raccoon and had paws small enough to get to his small but budding horns.
Maybe being independent and alone wasn't all it was cracked up to be. At least if he was back with his family, one of them could help him out of this predicament. Or hold a fallen twig so he might better be able to brush his head against it. This tree really wasn't doing a good job. . . . So intent on his motive for a little relief, the young colt was completely unaware that he wasn't the only foal out for a walk this day.
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Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2011 5:39 pm
Bending his head to the ground, he snuffled at the sparkling stone leaving his rump sticking up in the hair, tail wiggling happily as he investigated his new find. It didn't smell off.. and it sure was a lovely shade of purple. Oh what he could use it for. He pondered a long while before deciding to take it with him. Picking it up in his mouth, he trotted back to the path and trotted along, head held up proud of the sparkling purple stone he now carried in his mouth.
It wasn't too long before a peculiar sound reached his ears. It sounded kind of like a deer rubbing against something. Ears flicking forward, he crept up quietly to see if he could watch the animal. Deer were skittish creatures after all and the last few times he'd tried to make a friend of one.. it ran away because his sisters had come bounding in noisily. Much to his surprise, what he saw wasn't a deer at all. But another young foal like himself, rubbing his head against a tree.
Standing there a moment, he tilted his head off to the side as he mulled over weather or not to say something. After much deliberation, He finally lowered his head and set the stone on the ground before straightening his head back up and clearing his throat to grasp the other's attention.
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Posted: Mon Dec 26, 2011 12:56 pm
So itchy!!
The little colt continued to rub his head frantically against the tree, wanting nothing more than relieve the itching of his growing horns. Sunny hoped and prayed that his little horns would stop growing, if only to provide him some relief, but he doubted such a thing. If he was anything like his father, there was a great possibility that his horns still had a long way to grow. . . . But the torment!
Had Cadhla decided to continue moving without making a sound, Sunny would have never known. It was just as well the other colt meant no harm or malice, for the black and cream foal was completely oblivious to his surroundings. Gone were the warnings and teachings of his family, of the need to always be alert and know where you were -- and what might be around you! No, the itching in his head was the only thing on his mind, and Sunny practically disregarded Cadhla's throat clearing. For a moment, one had to wonder if the other heard him at all . . . .
Wait, wait. It took him a moment to realize that the noise he had heard wasn't from his brother or sister (they were away) and it certainly hadn't come from him. Uh-oh. Stopping mid-itch, the little colt opened his eyes and looked around. There, he spotted another someone! But this stranger was small, just like him, and he was of the most peculiar color. A pale white and blue shade, with blue eyars and blue legs. Furthermore, he was shaped funny. . . . There was something definitely different about Cadhla, perhaps it was his ears, or maybe his hooves and legs. . . .
Still, it didn't matter. Sunny hadn't met any strangers outside of his siblings before, and even his itching head was temporarily forgotten. "Oh! Hello!" He greeted, a great smile crossing his features. The sparkling stone resting by the others hooves was completely overlooked -- a rock was a rock, as far as Sunny was concerned. "Who're you?" He asked brightly, his pale tail wagging in good nature.
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Posted: Mon Dec 26, 2011 11:31 pm
Cad gave the other a calculating stare for a moment as he watched the other continue with scratching disregarding him. It was when it finally all seemed to click to the other that he wasn't alone that he managed a small smile in greeting though his stare still remained emotionless and calculating. "Hello." He shook he head and closed his eyes a moment before opening them, his face now no longer calculating and void of emotions. It was a genuine warm smile that light his storm gray colored eyes. "Whatcha rubbing your head like that for?"
His head tilted to the side some as he looked upon the other a moment longer. Fluffy ears flicked about taking in the sounds around him and his tail lightly bobbed a moment before he took a cautious step closer. "Did you get an Itch? Or are you trying to rub a solution to something into thought?" He'd often seen his aunt bang her head against a tree trunk while trying to mull over some thoughts.. often she'd be mumbling while doing so. It always seemed a bit odd to him but then.. so did most social interactions.
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Posted: Sun Jan 08, 2012 8:53 pm
Sunny continued to stare happily, albeit a bit dumbly, at the other even while he waited for Cad to speak. Just because he wasn't speaking right away didn't mean anything! Maybe he was just thinking of what to say? Or maybe he was shy? Either way, the calculating stare Cad gave him didn't perturb the young colt in the least!
Finally, the other spoke a quiet greeting, before he smiled. The smile that colored his features put Sunny at even more ease, and his own grin beamed brighter. There was no doubt to the young colt that they would be best of friends! But, then again, Sunny assumed everyone would be his absolute best friend. "I'm rubbing my head cause it itches! Mom says I've horns growing in, but . . . I wish they'd stop. Cause they itch so much and I can't reach 'em." Lowering his head, he took a few steps closer, as if Cadhla would need physical proof. Granted, Sunny assumed everyone would have horns growing in their head. . . . everyone except his Mum and possibly his sister.
Head still lowered, he asked a bit muffled. "Are your horns gonna grow in soon? Or do you not have any?" On the one hand, Sunny wanted this new funny-shaped colt to say he'd have horns . . . so then they could bond over how terribly scratchy ones head would become. On the other hoof, he hoped Cadhla didn't, because sometimes they itched sooooo much it was almost a form of torment. And if they were going to be best friends, then itchy-torment wouldn't be a nice thing to wish on him.
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