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 Posted: Sun May 27, 2012 4:25 pm
 A young filly lay under a bush, crying quietly to herself. Her quivering white tail poked out in an obvious way, but she was too upset to care. No other kin--parents or siblings--were anywhere to be found, no one but this little filly crying in the bush.
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Posted: Tue May 29, 2012 12:21 pm
((I lost Streaked's colt form sad ))
The sound was faint, so faint he hadn't been sure he heard the first time, but it had sounded like crying. He'd paused, grey ears perked, eyes closed, and then there it was again, the distinct sound of a sniffle. He turned and followed it curiously, perhaps nosily, blue eyes searching for its source, but there seemed to be nothing out of the ordinary -- wait, a tuft of white poking from the dark grey sniffling bush, that was the source there.
He peered closer, the white sticking out amidst the grey leaves, and sure enough there was a young filly, quietly crying to herself. Weeping Colors found himself at a loss for words, having found her easily enough, but now unsure of what to do or say. It felt nosy, butting in on her tears, especially since she'd hidden herself in the bush, but then again she couldn't have been unaware of her exposed tail... right? Perhaps it was an invitation to talk...
"U-Um, excuse me?" he started, crouched beside the bush. "Are you alright?"
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Posted: Thu May 31, 2012 4:59 pm
((If you ask Corn, she can probably give it to you, next time she's around))
Loathsome Light looked blankly at the sudden intruder, staring blearily at him for a long moment while she tried to calm down. She shook her head as the sobs turned to ragged gasps, and finally choked out, "Is there a-any reason a f-filly would be c-c-crying in a bush i-if she was a-alright?"
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Posted: Thu Jun 21, 2012 10:50 am
((I'll ask her sometime <3))
Well, she had him there. His heart wrenched at her words, yet he wasn't sure what he could do to help. He shuffled his hooves awkwardly, looking around to see if her parents or siblings were in the near vicinity, but found no one-- however his eyes did light on a berry bush not far away. He bounded over to it with lanky ungainly strides, tugged at a branch until it snapped, and came back to nose the berry branch under the bush offering it to the filly.
"Have some berries... don't cry..."
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Posted: Thu Jun 28, 2012 6:10 pm
Sniveling, the filly took the berry branch and started pulling fruit off one by one. "Th-thank you," she said, delicately licking berry juice from her lips, then lapsed into a gloomy silence.
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Posted: Thu Jun 28, 2012 11:11 pm
The berries seemed to have calmed her slightly- and for that he was glad, he was (quite obviously) no good with tears- but she was (just as obviously) still sad. He nibbled off a berry for himself, then mustered up the courage to ask "What's wrong?"
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Posted: Sat Oct 06, 2012 4:41 pm
"W-well," the filly said, quietly, as though she might start crying again at any moment. "My father, he...doesn't like me very much. Sometimes he says he's not sure I'm even his kid. I don't really understand why. He says I'm just not red enough for him to love me." She sniffled and nibbled on another berry.
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Posted: Sat Oct 06, 2012 5:58 pm
Streaked didn't know his own father. Nor his mother really. He recalled siblings, many of them at first, but they had wandered away before he opened his eyes. It didn't seem all that important to have a father, at least not to him, but the filly seemed to care a lot about it so he nodded his head sympathetically, at least until she got to her reasoning. His brow furrowed in coltish confusion, one ear flicking before asking: "What do you mean by not red enough?"
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Posted: Fri Jan 11, 2013 4:02 pm
"My fuuuuuur," Loathsome Light drawled. "My fur. Is not red enough. My, my brother...my father always says my brother is his only child. And then he gives him all the food and says I can't have any...or my other self...or my sisters...even the blind one..."
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Posted: Sat Jan 26, 2013 10:56 pm
This is a lot for the colt to take in. For a moment he stares, slightly dumbfounded, not sure what to say. Then he shakes his head, deciding the most pressing question is the one she hasn't really answered for him, and maybe if he understands that, the rest will start to make sense. "What's wrong with your fur? What is 'red'?"
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Posted: Fri May 09, 2014 6:38 pm
Loathsome Light gaped at the colt. "You don't know what red is? You really don't?" She sniffed and pulled another berry from the branch, violently smashing this one against her snow-white fur. "This, this is red." Vesperiie the thrilling revival orz did you know if we ever actually breed these two the kids will have 36 throwbacks
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