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 Posted: Tue Oct 27, 2015 9:47 pm
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Posted: Mon Nov 02, 2015 10:07 pm
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{{Edited @ 9:33 AM 11/3/2015}}
He wiggled in his basket; from the moment of his birth, when his tiny, fragile form was placed in the basket, he wondered what was outside of it. He slept at great lengths, but he knew he was getting stronger, and that soon he would leave his tightening confines.
His wings shuffled against his back, two points of aggravation for the colt, their sensitive skin aggravated by the wicker basket. He watched, when his eyes eventually opened, as the colors of his protective cocoon slowly changed; fascinated and intrigued by it. Occasionally he would lip and nibble at the inside of the basket, squeaking in response to his mother's soft touches, and the sound of her voice.
He came to familiarize himself with them both; the two voices that predominantly occupied his focus, though sometimes there were others.
It felt like an eternity, waiting to shed his outer layer, so to speak, but when he got frustrated, he'd wiggle and push with his wings, braying indignantly at his inability to break free until he tired himself out and fell back into a listless sleep.
He could hear his mother now, reassuring them, and he whinnied softly to his sisters, feeling the warmth of their baskets on either side of him. He knew they were there; through the thinning walls of his basket, he could smell them. His parents, their familiars, his siblings.
Then the day came; he heard his father's pacing, the back and forth of his heavy feet, and his mother's voice, softly saying it was almost time. His father's reply, that he couldn't wait for them, came as an encouragement. The little male rolled to firmly plant little feet beneath him, wings unfolding beneath the lid of the basket, and he pushed.
At first, nothing. 'I WANT OUT!' he thought in avid aggravation, as though the basket would hear his petulant thoughts. He didn't care if it was almost time, he wanted it to be time now!.
He pushed again, this time surging upwards with knobby little legs, neighing sharply, then the seal of the basket tore and he heard the basket pop as it separated from the bottom and his legs, not quite ready to support him, buckled and he tumbled out with a squeal of surprise.
He ended up bottom up, neck and chin on the ground, and his legs tangled, wings outspread. He turned his head and glared at the basket, kicking the offending thing out of the way. He folded his wings in, rolling over to untangle his limbs before sitting up to look around him, squinting and blinking rapidly, little gray wings out stretched, claws at the end of each spindly digit of the frame digging into the earth, curling inwards for purchase as he pushed down with his wings and up with his legs to stand on uncertain feet.
He had four pronged hooves, tiny little horns on his head, a short, fluffy little tail and great leathery wings that were the size of his entire little body. His mane was a perfect mix of his mother and father's, a blue just a little lighter than his body, that faded to a silvery white. On his left shoulder and around his eye, a white marking reminiscent of his father's, and his hind quarters were painted a mottled, blue-ish silver that mirrored his mothers. Between the two of his parents, he clearly had his mother's eyes, but his hooves, covered in a paler fur, were undoubtedly like his father's, black as night, like his muzzle.
For all the world, he seemed a perfect blend of blue, black and silver, but when he lifted his light grey wings, releasing their hold on the earth beneath his narrow hooves, the dark grey mottling was easier to see. As he stretched them out to their full potential, he revealed that his wings were the most unique quality he possessed, different from the coloration of either of his parents, they seemed to represent a dark, tumultuous storm.
He looked around him, turning in a slow, clumsy circle and he looked at his parents, inspecting them critically, tiny mind trying to wrap around the sheer size of his father, matching their faces to the voices he'd heard from inside his basket.
Then he realized that he was alone aside from his parents and he snorted in confusion. He clumsily made his way to the other two baskets, one knobby little pronged hoof at a time. He sniffed the baskets, lipping at them and nuzzling them, nickering softly. Time to come out! his attentions seemed to say, and he laid down, nestling against them, his chin resting over one, and his wing over the other, slightly smaller basket as he waited for his sisters to join him in this startlingly bright new world, full of more colors and smells than he knew how to process.
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Posted: Tue Nov 03, 2015 10:46 pm
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The time was drawing closer. She could sense it- the eagerness, the anticipation. Ever since she had been deposited in the warm cocoon of her basket, she had wanted to be free of it. She wanted to experience the outside world, to know more of what surrounded her currently tiny environment. The voices from outside called to her. They beckoned her forth and she wished for nothing more than to heed them.
Her endeavors to reach the unknown world only increased as she grew within the wicker basket. She nudged the upper part of her confines with her wings, poked and prodded at the edges with her tail. And with each passing day she felt the thing grow weaker and weaker. Soon she would be free. Soon she would be able to put faces to the voices and to see the vibrant colors that she had only been able to dream about.
The day had been closer than she believed. The familiar sounds of her father's hooves beating the ground reached her ears, their rhythmic pace unfamiliar yet inviting. Her mother's voice cooed at her and her siblings, saying that the time was almost nigh. I wish it to be time now. She wanted to coo back. Instead, she lay in wait and listened. A loud crashing noise from nearby, a mixture of rolling and grunting noises, and a finale of nuzzles and nickers became all of the coercing she needed.
With a tremendous push which utilized her entire body, she popped forth from the basket. Her body lay doubled over the edge of the incongruous heap, her front hooves lay splayed out on the earth while her hind quarters remained tucked away. After a little bit more effort, she had gained complete freedom from her tiny world.
She had four pronged hooves, a long pointy tail, and soft featery wings that seemed to fit her body just right. Her body was the same dark blue as her mother's while her mane was a mixture of her mother's and father's , a white that faded to a teal-ish blue. Like her father, white scales flowed from the upper ridges of her nose down the entirety of her back and upper shoulders. Black markings similar to her mother's adorned the remainder of her muzzle where the scales were lacking. Her eyes held a pale blue-green tint that appeared a perfect blend of her parents' eye colors. Similarly, her hooves pulled qualities from both parents- one white hoof with pale white fur, clearly a trait from her mother, standing out from the three black hooves with blackened fur, an apparent trait from her father.
All things considered, she seemed to be a unique blend of her parents. Even her wings, with their blue coloration and white tips, were a perfect blending of both father and mother.
She leveled a steady gaze at the staring faces once she settled, neighing happily that she was finally able to see them. Two pairs of eyes smiled gently down at her in return, but her attention was quickly drawn elsewhere. At the sound of movement behind her, she turned around to find that her brother had beaten her into the world- apparently it had been him who had nuzzled her basket earlier- and was awaiting the youngest arrival. She clumsily inched forward to prod at the basket with her point of her tail. Your turn! Come out and join us!
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Posted: Sat Nov 21, 2015 5:08 pm
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Ra'Avyn neighed happily as, one by one, his children broke out of their baskets to reveal themselves to the world. The first was a boy who seemed the perfect combination of himself and Vala. The second, a girl, held a few more of his traits but still remained a wonderfully unique combination of both parents. And the third... Ra'Avyn's excitement dimmed slightly when he realized the third basket had yet to pop.
He shuffled over to the last of the baskets, gently sniffing of it. The basket was smaller than the other two, though not by much, while it had the same blue and white coloration as its siblings. "Little one..." Ray spoke softly, his voice filled with warmth. "It's time to come out now. Your family is here waiting for you." He hoped that his words would reach the unseen foal inside. It had yet to stir, despite the raucousness of its siblings, and it had started to concern him.
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Posted: Sat Nov 21, 2015 9:19 pm
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Dynadin watched with unwavering focus; lifting his chin when the basket beneath it began to shift, bulge and test it's give, before with a great heave; it burst. He watched the seams of the wicker basket tear, then fray and the gave way to the small blue body within. He pricked his ears forward, tiny tail twitching in excitement as he watched his sister join him.
She was free of her confines and he inspected her thoroughly. Her mane was considerably paler than his, and her hooves also were pronged. She lacked the horns that adorned his head, he noted in interest, but like their father, wore a short cape of scales over her shoulders. What truly caught his attention was her long tail, and the agility with which it moved, and the feathers covering her daintier wings.
When his father drew nearer, sniffing the smallest of the baskets which, beneath his wing, had not so much as stirred, he flicked his ears back and his tail drooped as he worried over their youngest sibling. His father's voice was soft, gentle, and it was warm as he tried to coax the littlest one from her sanctuary.
He lifted his wing and stood up on stronger legs now, wings folded along the tops of his ribs down his back. He lowered his head and he brushed his muzzle along the seal of the basket. "Are you scared to leave your little home?" he asked the little one inside, voice quiet, so new it was barely more than a whisper. "There's nothing to be afraid of. Nothing but good things are waiting for you out here." he promised.
He nuzzled her basket and gave the bowl of the rounded form a soft nudge. "You can do it, I promise. Here... let me help." he prompted kindly before he started nibbling at the seams and the seal where the lid attached to the bottom. He gave gentle little nips, and tugs, diligently avoiding catching anything but the basket with his tiny teeth.
Please, please come out... he thought with a hint of desperation to his worry at the silence from the smallest container. They were all so new to each other, his family, but it would not be complete until the last basket was open, the little one inside free. He lay back down along the back of the basket, wing folding over it as he continued to loosen the seams.
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Posted: Sun Nov 22, 2015 1:32 am
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 With all the attention it was receiving her basket moved far too often for the little blue filly to continue her dream state. Bleary frosty green eyes blinked open, not quite focused. Above she heard something, a deep strong voice telling her all was okay. This voice soothed her just as much as the one that followed which was higher of pitch but similair to the first. Then came the gnawing. One eyebrow raised in curiosity at the sound for even in her very imaginative dreams she'd not heard anything like it.
Stretching out her neck some vertebrae popped a bit from the long confinement, but though the grinding sounds seemed like they should hurt it felt good. Rhoan looked up at the overhead lid, soft light filtering through the colored wicker. Blinking again the still silent filly got her legs under her, which was horribly difficult thanks to the front being tipped in wickedly sharp claws that threatened to shred the wicker rather than help her stand.
When her legs felt steady enough she pushed up with all her might and the lid gave way, rather too quickly for her tastes because she fell forward woth a sharp squeal and nearly bit her tongue off. Thankfully the offending organ didn't get caught in her sharp fanged baby teeth. Her butt in the air with her brothers wing covering it and her face in the dirt she wiggled her poofy white bottomed tuft of a tail and made a grunting noise to right herself, shedding her brothers wing in the process.
Looking down she noticed she had only front claws and back hooves exactly like her dad, her front shoulders covered in scales that stopped there, and big bat like wings with strange markings like her father bore. She looked so much like him but could attest her tail to her mother.
Finally her eyes turned to her siblings and she cocks her head this way and that to get used to how they looked for each was as different as night and day. She pranced forward a bit and nuzzled first her brother then her sibling, then promptly squealed again and hid behind her mother staring at her family, unsure of what to think. Throughout this all she spoke not a word besides her rough noises.
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 Vala had stood by for the most part during the emergence of her children from the Kawanii made wicker baskets. Though nervous about the whole ordeal she felt it would be better not to upset them too much. Now with her youngest hiding behind her after making several unique noises she finally stepped forward saying, "Welcome to the world my precious children. I am your mother Vala and this is your father Ray. We are so very happy to finally get to meet you." Her vivid green eyes were sparkling with various emotions but happiness and undying love were at the forefront.
She stepped forward and nuzzled and nipped them all trying in her own new mother way to make them feel better about this big world they suddenly found themselves in.
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Posted: Fri Jan 29, 2016 7:15 pm
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He'd heard her moving inside the basket, felt the shift of the wicker against his sides, heard the scratch of thee filly's claws against the woven bottom, and he pulled his snout back just before she pushed upwards. Shen she popped up, he watched as she barreled out, a little too fast for him to catch her. However, the wiggle of her little tail tickled the underside of his wing and he lifted it, giggling as she righted herself.
He observed her and noted that she bore a number of resemblances between their parents. His ears perked forward and he nuzzled her back with a happy wicker, sharing their sibling's excited sentiment and he snorted in amusement when she suddenly fled to hide behind their mother.
Then he stood, shaking himself out and folding his wings, lifting his head when his parents spoke. He was transfixed as he listened to them, much as he had been when their father was coaxing out the littlest of them. He moved closer to his mother, touching his nose to hers, before returning his father's nuzzle, leaning his head against the older male's shoulder, ear pressed to his chest, listening to his heart beating strongly, the sleepy little colt's eyes half lidded, worn out by the exertion of the afternoon.
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