[PRP] A new babbin joins the party { Shifa+babbins }

[musicaloner7]

Deejaye

"p-p-please, little one. W-won't you slow down...?!" a distressed Shifa stammered, as he desperately followed after the racing little foal. This had become a common phrase for the medic, ever since taking in the abandoned basket that had now since grown too large for the wicker weaving. Ever since it was able to run on its own four paws, the little thing had been nothing but a flash of white everywhere they went, darting, zigzagging, and dashing off. Unfortunately for Shifa, he wasn't the most athletic, nor fastest, leaving him in the dust of the foals wake. His attempts at pleading with the child to wait for him were useless, but it never seemed as though the foal would ever truly leave him too far behind. Always they would pause to look back and shout encouragement for the timid healer to catch up and keep up. And always would Shifa worry that something unsavory might leap out from nowhere and snatch up the little thing!

Panting tiredly, his hooves grew less fluid, and more heavy in their steps, getting quite worn out from the bumbling energy the youth possessed. He was quite young himself, but had never succeeded in being able to keep up with others in physical prowess. Maybe after all this, he would be stronger, and better able! but... that was a long shot....




Giggling, and snickering along, King snaked their tail behind them as they watched Shifa struggle to keep up, stumbling after them. Clawed paws would knead the ground excitedly, eyes all alight with amusement. Perhaps it was cruel... but they were a foal, and playing games was only in their nature. "Come on, there's something really cool up here!" King piped up, before turning on their heels and darting off the way they'd been going before. Weaving around the trees and bushes with ease, in the small forest they'd entered, the mutant honed in on an orchard that wasn't too far ahead of them. It was nestled in the heart of the woods, paired with the company of a little lake not too far off as well. Ducks peacefully floated along the surface, diving head first under to fish, and preened their feathers by turning their heads all the way around.

But for now, the ripened orange fruits that gleamed and shined on the orchard trees held the foals attention. Licking their lips, tail writhing with delight, flutter wings twitching and batting severely fast, they waited for Shifa to get closer.... holding back with all their might from harvesting the fruits.


 

[DeeJaye]

The foal wandered around curiously without any sort of destination in sight. His dark red mane bobbed up and down with each step he made and wide, perplexed eyes took in his surroundings. Despite his young age, he was alone and had no family. He unfortunately couldn’t remember a time where he was not alone; ever since emerging from his basket, he never saw a presence that took care of him or provided him any sort of comfort. He couldn’t remember anything but loneliness. To him, however, he saw no wrong in this; he was young and naive - unaware of the peculiarities of his baskethood and foalhood.

He had yet to experience anything involving another of his kind; the only thing he knew were the odd small creatures that’d buzz in his face or the larger-but-still-small furry critters that’d scamper alongside him or the different-kind-of-fuzzy-that-flew and ask him questions he didn’t understand. What’s your name? Where’s your parents, Colt? Should you be out alone? Do you need help getting home? He would always smile and tell them he was fine before departing. He felt as though he was searching, searching, but for what? All he told himself was that if he kept looking, maybe he’d find it. Pressing onward through the small forest, he could see the trees thin out and fade into an orchard. As if on cue, his stomach rumbled and growled softly, reminding him he had yet to eat. The foal excitedly scampered over to the orchards, eyes honing in on the fruit that seemed to radiate life. As he got closer and closer, he could see another foal, similar to him in size but very different in features staring up at the tree.

He stopped in his tracks and watched them with an undying curiosity. Pure white with blue markings accenting their features, they sported features that resembled one of the larger-but-still-small furry creatures he had come across: paws, ears, and a tail. While they seemed to lack the horns and head and footwings that he himself had, they had a pair of blue small-creatures-that-buzz wings and… two sets of eyes? He had yet to see that before. Perking up his ears, he approached them quietly, light green-blue eyes staring anxiously at them. While he had come here for food, he had discovered something that had completely taken his attention away from his hunger and he needed to pursue it. While normally he felt necessary to keep to himself unless spoken to, the foal wanted, no, needed to know more about this creature. It resembled him so much yet…not. “H-h-h-hello,” he stammered out, his voice soft spoken and gentle. He shyly looked down towards his hooves, unsure if he was supposed to make eye contact or not. He was not used to being the first to initiate a conversation.

musicaloner7

he's so mesmerized by King that he didn't notice Shifa yet * w * what a babbin

 

[musicaloner7]

DeeJaye

It was so hard to wait, the pupils on those multiple eyes shrinking more and more the longer the foal stared at the enticing fruits. Tongue sneaking out to lick their lips again, nearly all attention was solely on the tree... but being a child and all, sensitive and alert to all around them, King perked up at the first sound of foreign steps.

They were light, and quieter than Shifa's, leading the foal to believe it must be someone smaller. And as their four eyes shifted off the aromatic tree, they were greeted instead with the sound of a meek little voice. Blinking to the direction of the source, their body soon followed to face towards the stranger now in their midst. Another youth, about the same age as they were. Ears swiveled forward with great interest, King wasted no time in trotting forward to further investigate this new development. They'd not met another as young as them in a long time! This was exciting! All smiles, sharp teeth exposed now, King didn't stop their advance until they were nearly right in the other foals personal space! "Hey there!" a greeting was returned, head cocking and tilting to get a better look at the other foals face that was lowered to the ground, "Did you come here for the fruit too?" tail snaking up in the air excitedly, they crouched down to make sure the other foal had to look at them, "They smell really good, an there's tons of 'um!"
 

[DeeJaye]

Duke flicked his ears down, feeling nerved by the abundance of energy the other displayed. While he found himself to generally be energetic and playful, and enjoyed frolicking around... Well, in his current state, he wasn't sure if he could match their state of energy - their energy was on a whole new level, he decided. He watched them curiously, eyes taking in every motion of their. Plus he felt... Well, he didn't know the word for it, but he was feeling shy. Shifting his hooves so they were closer together and with his head still lowered, the foal looked as if he shrunk; his large innocent eyes gave off the appearance of a scared animal.

"H-h-hello," he repeated quietly once more, unsure of what else to say to her. He started to dig a hoof nervously into the ground, relieving his apparent stress - and flinching ever so slightly when they positioned themselves so that he was forced to see them. His eyes darted up to meet a pair of theirs, admiring the oddity of having two pairs of eyes. Were they able to see better, or more? he wondered. Could he acquire another pair of eyes, if he so desired? He imagined that would be a useful trait; why didn’t more animals have as many – or more – eyes as this foal? “A-are… How did you get more eyes?” he asked abruptly, unsure how to better or more politely word it. Immediately after he inquired, he noticed their smile at him, and slowly shifted down to settle on the ferocious sharp teeth they sported. What a curious animal. They really did appear to share more in common with the larger-but-still-small-furry creatures than they did with himself, he decided.

Waiting until he scrounged up more courage, before saying anything, he looked towards the trees and inhaled; the fruits' sweet scent lingered in the air. Duke felt a pool of saliva start to gather in his mouth, a reminder of his hunger. "U-umm... Yes, I'm hungry," he said meekly. He could feel his stomach rumble and growl audibly. "They do smell good," he started to say, lifting his head to glance at the high branches. They were just out of reach for the small foal; thinking about it now, he was not sure how he'd be able to get one. "How do I get it down? Can you help me? Err.. Or… Will it fall off? Should I wait? Have you tried them before?" he said inquisitively, starting to gain more and more courage. He looked at the fruit ravenously – they were so tempting, just barely out of reach from him. His short tail swayed a little, becoming excited over the idea of getting some food.

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