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 Posted: Mon Apr 30, 2012 2:50 pm
Teepee The young colt was cold, very cold. His little flutter wings did little to help him stay warm during the many chilly days and nights he was forced to put up with. And most importantly, he missed having physical contact with someone, especially him mother. Not that she ever let him get very close anyway when he was with her. In fact, most of the time he could feel her glare upon his form shortly after he came out of his warm basket. Her glowing golden eyes, much like his own, not showing much emotion other than disgruntled acceptance and sometimes hate. He didn’t know why she hated him so. Didn’t know what he could have done wrong. And it made him very sad….and without a doubt lonely.
Vana shivered as he forced his almost shear wings closer to his sides as another gust of wind hit his small form, remembering the first time her hate wasn’t directed at him. They had just settled in for the night, for the first time she had let him sleep close at her side to keep warm. And then he came…in all his demonic glory. He wasn’t sure what had happened, what had caused his mother to growl and try to protect him. But the next thing he knew, he was forced from her side by the stallion and taken away. Vana hadn’t seen her since. And he longed for her even though she hadn’t been the most loving mother in the world. Anything was better than his current keeper.
His teeth chattered against each other and he pressed himself further against the tree. But yet no warmth came to him. As Asmodeus would say, he’d be dead without him. This was a quite true statement. Vana didn’t know how to hunt like the stallion did. And the stallion certainly made sure he was fed and didn’t get sick. But really, did it matter? Nobody was accepting of him anyway. Not that they came across many soquili over the following weeks. And when they did, Asmodeus forced him to hide while he took care of the intruder. Vana honestly didn’t want to know how. Especially if the screams were any indication.
A zinging sound beating wings caught his attention. It wasn’t anything Vana had ever heard before. However he couldn’t complain, it was bettering than screaming. Looking around, Vana looked up to find a peculiar sight. A tiny bird was hovering just above a tree branch. Tilting his head to the side in curiosity, Vana called out very softly, nothing short of a whisper: “Hello…”
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Posted: Mon Apr 30, 2012 3:05 pm
 Sansa had found herself alone for the first time ever. Far away from the nest, and she wasn’t sure of which way to go, probably because she was still young. Well, young from a hummingbird’s perspective. The wind had certainly thrown her for a loop too. Strong enough to drain what little energy she had left to try and fly in it and get back home. She wasn’t ready to give up though. It wasn’t in her nature. And she had to get back home to her younger siblings. They needed her more now than ever. She couldn’t let them down now. It wouldn’t be fair.
Once again Sansa beat her wings hard, trying to gain leverage against the cold wind. It was surely a biting cold; her feathers did not want to separate enough to give her enough lift. And she flew back against the tree trunk with a resounding . A groan escaped her beak. That one was going to leave a mark. Shaking her head to clear her thoughts her tiny eyes looked around to see if there was anyone else around. Still finding no one, unfortunately, she hauled herself up to try again. One more time, just one more time; that’s all she would need.
And again, she took to the skies, beating her wings even more furiously than she had done in all her previous attempts. The gusts of wind pushed her harder, almost as if it wanted her to give up and fail. But no, she wouldn’t give up. With a soft squeak she pushed herself forward, and by luck would have it, the wind gave, and she found herself aloft. Sansa chirped in victory, her stubbornness now paid off. But she was startled when a tiny voice called upwards towards her saying hello. She looked down and saw quite the sight. A tiny colt huddled in the crook of a tree. Where was his mom?
Fluttering downwards quickly she hovered at eye level with him, “hello little one. Where’s your mom?”
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Posted: Mon Apr 30, 2012 4:54 pm
Vana’s glowing eyes widened as the tiny bird spoke back to him. He wasn’t expecting that. Not by a long shot. He had no idea that animals besides soquili could talk. But then again Asmodeus didn’t teach him much other than how to not act and behave around him. So this was quite the culture shock. Back to the subject at hand. The tiny bird was really pretty. Greens were mixed with purple, golden yellow, pink and she even had tiny swirls on her belly. And her wings were flapping for what it seemed a mile a minute. What type of bird was she? He wanted to know for curiosities sake. However, when she asked about the whereabouts of his mother his heart sank and he did his best to not let his eyes get misty. It hurt very much to think about her.
“I don’t know where my mother is,” he murmured and cast his gaze downward, shivering as he did so.
His tiny flutter wings sagging a bit as he spoke. No, he wouldn’t cry, Asmodeus would get angry if he did. He couldn’t show weakness to anyone, let alone a tiny bird. He didn’t want to be weak in the eyes of anyone. But yet, here he was, alone and freezing cold with nothing here to keep him warm. Some wet slid down his cheek. Oh god, he was crying. No.No.No. He didn't want to cry. No.No.No. And the thought of not crying only made him start to cry harder. This bird would surely leave him now. He wouldn't blame them, a weak thing like him wasn't worthy of the time of day.
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