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 Posted: Thu Jun 07, 2012 3:27 am
 She had killed a foxbun, and so she sat, thoughtfully chewing on the tender meat, as the blood stained the grasses red around her sloughing sacs. Sat, chewed, watched. Slowly, the girls had struggled out of their membraneous cradle, it was almost done, now. She stayed her pace a little, so that...ah - she finished off the last of her meal as they finally stilled, whole and heaving tiny breaths in the sun. Then she made her way over.
"How lovely you are!" she said, and her voice was tinkling delight, though her face remained stone-still...oh, there now, it had begun to catch up, distorting into loving smile, or a stiff fascimile of it, "two little girls, just how I like it." She had always loved girls, only girls. She had loved one boy only, and he had spurned his mother's bosom. No more, always girls, only. She would love these girls. One light, one dark; one like night, the other like the sun. Oh, she would love these girls. Reaching down to the closer - the second-born, she remembered, the first sac fair as joy - she nudged the dark little muzzle, smearing the foxbun's blood over new fur with her frozen smile.
"You...you will be just like me," she said, voice low and warm, "I'll make sure of it."
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Posted: Thu Jun 07, 2012 3:31 am
The blood barely showed against her dark pelt, staining red only the green stripe of her cheek. She did not open her eyes at the touch - that was still beyond her - but the heat and softness of it, the quiet sense of familiarity...a little sigh escaped her, the first sound of her life, and she leaned as well as she could into that touch. A conviction that she would not be able to name for many days yet, that this was a being she would love, settled into her frame and spread, like a glow, as contentment.
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Posted: Thu Jun 07, 2012 3:41 am
How sweet, the lightest pressure of that tiny weight. She laughed, nuzzled the foal once more, and left her off. The other awaited, and as she passed her empty eyes over the delicate tumble of blushed rosettes, her smile seemed, for the first time, almost natural. "You are a pretty thing," the voice mused, full of satisfaction, "I had not thought that buck would have given me such a pretty one." She bent her neck down - then checked herself. Such beauty needn't yet be touched by blood. Carefully, she raised an unstained hoof instead to caress the underside of that milky chin. "You won't be like me," the voice cooed, "you will be my precious...my princess, my sunshine. How about that, little one?"
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Posted: Wed Jun 13, 2012 5:35 am
 The struggle had been a tiresome one, but not fruitless. With diligent nibbling and an insistent push of limbs, the barrier was broken, and as an unexpected award, there was sensation as the foal took her first breath of the swamp unfilterted. Moisture clung to her fur, a warm-cold tickling as the humidity of the stagnant air took hold, and her tiny ears did flicker as the muted drone of insects became all that more insistent. There was another sound, too, much closer, murmuring something sweet on the ear but just as intelligible as the creatures that hummed far away.
She put her hooves to ground, feeling the tickle of fine strands and a certain give beneath her limbs. A smell - several - that recalled a dream of wandering and suckling moisture from greens. Without sight, she did not know where to begin, so she craned her blind face back and began to pluck at remnants of her cradle with her teeth from her fur. Something moved nearby, that sweet voice, and she paid it no more mind than a twitch of an ear until...
Fragrance blossomed upon the scent of damp nearby, some little streak of something that tanged the air. Intriguing and savory. The pale child lifted her head, sniffing again at the source until something solid stroked her chin. That voice. That scent - two breaths wore it now. In response to the prompt of noise, the new thing gave her own, a trickle of bemusement and pleading.
Where is mine?
She leaned toward the warmth, breathing through her nose, nuzzling at fur as she blindly sought that scent, daring a swipe of tongue. Because on the outside there was warmth and substance, but inside she felt... so empty.
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Posted: Thu Jun 14, 2012 3:30 am
She watched, blank-eyed and thoughtful, as that little tongue darted out. After a moment's pause, she dipped a deliberate hoof-tip into the blood that had pooled clean and lightly in the grass, and held it near the seeking muzzle.
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Posted: Thu Jun 14, 2012 5:33 am
Soon enough, that seeking mouth found the liquid blood, whose first streak on her tongue and down her throat taught the girl what thirst was. After that, curiosity became eagerness. A different mother's milk, but who was she to say? She lapped in earnest, for as long as she was allowed or until the hoof was clean, and then, another whine.
More?
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Posted: Thu Jun 14, 2012 10:25 am
"You like that," she mulled, reaching to the crimson puddle to trickle more into the parted mouth. This time, the smile creaked back onto the face before the voice resumed with pleasure, "wonderful. There will be much, much, more, darling one. I will keep you fed and plump and never wanting -" she halted mid-sentence, turning to regard the dark foal that drowsed in the sun, "- we both will, your sister and I. Grow strong, my daughters...grow true."
The strange smile stretched, and settled more comfortably upon her face as she nursed, in a way, her dear, fair child. They would be magnificent, oh yes, not like the last ones. This time, they would be...perfect.
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Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2012 4:45 am
Second Nature crouched in the bushes, her small frame perfectly still, green eyes glowing. They were staring with intent at the mongoose that skittered before her in the clearing, as yet unsuspecting of its fate. And that would be its fate - it had to be. Mother was watching, and - oh! - she had already messed up so many times before, she could not lose this one as well. It had to be done perfectly. The mongoose paused, for a moment, in the middle of the grass, leisurely slicking fur back with its tiny paws. Now - strike! In a fluid, practised motion, she sprang - sharp little hooves forward, ready to slice just right -
- it squeaked. The mongoose snapped fearful eyes upon her and squeaked. Even mid-flight, her heart sank. It looked so...cute! Poor mongoose. And she was to gut it, split it evenly from belly to throat. There would be so much blood, and she hated that. All in all, it was such a horrible way to go. But she could not let another one escape, Mama would be so mad.
Sorry, mister mongoose! she thought blindly as she descended I'll do my best to make it quick! She wouldn't gut it, she would just snap its neck instead. Mother wouldn't be pleased, but at least it would be a kill. It was the best compromise she could think of -
- except. She wasn't quite good enough - anywhere near good enough - to translate her intentions into actions. Instead of the quick, clean death she'd imagined, she landed wrong and...and...oh dear.
Sorry, mister mongoose, she thought again, woefully this time. Closing her eyes, she clumsily crushed its skull under her little hoof to end its suffering.
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Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2012 4:51 am
Slowly emerging from the foliage, Strike managed to convey a great many things with her weary sigh as she surveyed the carnage her filly had made of the task.
"Nature," the voice was reproachful, the face, not deigning to look at the child, fixed, still, upon the ragged corpse, "What has Mommy told you about gutting? This is not gutting. It is mangling, and while that has its time and place, it does not present an appetising sight for your darling sister. Ah. Take it to her and see what she says of it."
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Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2012 4:57 am
"Sorry, Mommy," Nature whimpered, picking up the dragging carcass meekly, trying not to retch at the bloodbath as she carried it dutifully to where the sunny filly waited. "Sorry, Three-Course," she said, heartfelt, as she shamefacedly laid it at her hooves.whoopshadtoeditthispost I was so excited to see them as fillies I couldn't wait much longer to continue this! Just reply whenever - and if Three-Course Meal has a different contraction/nickname, I'll sub it in properly for this post later. Thank you! (And srsly don't worry if you haven't the time for this right now, there're three weeks to go before they grow again anyway. XD)
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Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2012 1:53 pm
Jun D Eeee absolutely! Let me know if this works!  "Oh!" Came the bright rejoinder from the sun-kissed sister, "A mongoose! I love mongoose!"
And foxbun and owlcat, snake and songbird.
"Look, you've got his eyes all poked out - oh," That cheerful tone took a note for the sorrowful, if only for a moment, "He's lost one."
Little orange hooves pushed sadly at the crushed snout, pushing with some light effort to shape the kill's head back into something like it was. Meal rather liked the eyes, not for taste, but for the pop of them between her teeth. Well, one would do.
"But you got him," She praised her sibling, bright again, "What did Mommy say? Gut?"
A polished hoof itched into the delicate flesh just under the offering's chin, splitting the carcass with an uneven, but adamant push. It wasn't for her to end the life, but to prepare the banquet? Needs must. And she licked her hoof after, reveling in the sweet tang with the softest hummm.
"There we are, dear!" Craning her head, she attempted an affectionate lick to the underside of her sister's chin (taking that bit of blood dripping there). Softer, though, she told her, "You'll do better next time. You'll be perfect."
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Posted: Fri Jun 22, 2012 12:44 pm
Nature nodded and nodded wretchedly, watching guilt-stricken as Meal rearranged the head she had crushed. "Gut," she mournfully affirmed at the question. Mommy was right - so right: this was a poor treat for her dearest, darling, wonderful Meal. Why couldn't she have brought her the beautifully slain offerings that Mother always did? She whole-heartedly vowed never to lose her resolve before the killing blow again, no matter how sad and adorable the beady little eyes that looked up at her may be...just as she did the last ten times it'd happened. But Meal's loving little lick and soft encouragement lifted her spirits like nothing else could. "I promise - I promise I will," she whispered back, and truly believed it, like she did every time.Bloody Anubis BA... BA Meal is legit the cutest thing in the world, oh gosh. When she pushed the head around...something broke in me from the cute. ;A; It's like I'm grimacing from the squick and my heart is melting from how adorable she is aaaah QAQ I'm gonna pause this RP here for a while and clog up your notifications with quotes because the lovely ladies from the other side of the family have caught up with me and we're all thrashing out the plot in my plot thread now, let's go! 8D
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Posted: Thu Jul 05, 2012 3:49 am
A little apart, Strike watched her girls - or at least, the stone-still mask of a face was pointed in the right direction to. The voice did not issue, so what it thought, this time, was entirely private. One could surmise, however, that it ran somewhat like this: the one, the fair-hide'd child, was a sundrop's perfection, eminently showable, a treasure. The other...had some way to go. A barely-perceptible flick of the head - as if dismissing some mental deadline, and so it might have been, for she had meant to gloat her fortune to her wretched older offspring by this day, but could now not.
They were to be fillies, yet, small and fine-formed, for a while to come. There was still time to mould her progeny.
But time strides ever onwards.
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