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 Posted: Sun Jan 24, 2016 4:12 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 24, 2016 4:19 pm
There was no doubt about it. Abyss truly was a fragile little filly who's appearance made that all to clear. Despite the gaping black voids that decorated her exterior she was filled will a sense of adventure and an inquisitive personality. Not to mention a sometimes overwhelming sense of pride of her great journey with a strange gooey stallion. Thank goodness she had made it back home to her loving parents after being on the run from none other than a flesh eating skinwalker. Of course, these were not things she went into detail on so that she might save her mother's heart from exploding with unnecessary concern. This young little foal was pumped full of fresh courage now, and perhaps a few more cracks from the sticky situations she had been through.
Abyss stepped up out of the stream she had been splashing about in that evening. All good fun for a hyper little youngster like herself. She didn't even bat an eyelash at the way water seemed to slosh around inside of her cavernous cracks that were neither sores nor wounds. The extra weight of being filled with water was a usual and to solve this problem the young filly had learned to lay down on a nice bed of grass and roll around madly in attempts to drain the water from her cracks. To any passerby it would appear that she was somewhat mad, but this was a usual for the girl.
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Posted: Sun Jan 24, 2016 4:55 pm
 He wriggled his small romp as he watched his parents cuddle together. Their voices were low and quiet; he couldn't understand the words being exchanged, but by the expressions on their faces, he was sure he didn't want to know what was being said. In moments, they seemed to stop chatting and drifted off to sleep. Seeing his opportunity, he looked around - His brothers were no where out of sight and.... Perfect! His chance to slip off and explore. Vanille grinned ear to ear before prancing off. He had been wanting the chance to get a better look around the area without his parents breathing down his neck and this would be the time to do so.
The small foal sneaked off from the abandoned teepee that had became the family's home. Walking a short distance from it, he kept his senses aware in case danger would arise; he was always told to keep both eyes open and ears clean, in case anything was lurking and watching. The wariness would be kept short, however; Vanille's attention was diverted when he caught sight of a trickle of water. Following it, the water widened until it became a stream. The foal excitedly ran along it, not paying attention where he was going, resulting in him tumbling over a large figure than himself.
"A-AAAH," he yelped, scampering to untangle himself from the figure. Backing away, he realized it was another foal, though much larger than he was. Eyes brightening and completely forgetting that he had tripped over her moments prior, he happily chirped, "Hello!"
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Posted: Sun Jan 24, 2016 5:10 pm
So there she was, rolling this way and that to further drain herself of unwanted water when all the sudden she was trampled. Thank god the hooves only carried a tiny load of Usdia on them. The filly gave a snorted attempt at gasping before she flung her legs over, becoming up right once again. Her blood red iris' were encased in black and narrowing in on the creme and berry pelted colt. She was trying to make sense of what it was. Some sort of goat? No, couldn't be a goat. It was too cute to be one of those smelly things. Then, just as she was about to shuffle closer it spoke.
"Oh! You speak," she giggled in delight now as she lowered her head down to the other foal's level. Her little winglets began to flutter in excitement as her tail twitched and flicked about. It seemed despite the knowledge of wanting to be still around unfamiliar creatures she wasn't able to control her entire body. Then, a realization occurred. "Heeey, you stepped on me!" The filly once again narrowed her eyes and stomped a hoof in the soft grass with a huff. Despite how cute this tiny boy was she needed to set some ground rules. Like no trampling your friends. At least, she hoped they could be friends.
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Posted: Sun Jan 24, 2016 5:39 pm
"You speak?" he repeated her before snorting. "Of course I speak!! That's like asking an apple if it's sweet." Vanille replied, giggling softly. He observed her closely; he had encountered very few - if any - outside of his family, so he wasn't sure what was considered 'the norm.' Watching her stomp a hoof, he could only assume it was a way of greeting or being playful or something. Smiling and staring at her with his large, golden eyes, he playfully stamped his small hooves on the ground, imitating the filly.
His mom had taught him it wasn't polite to lie, so he agreed with her, "Yep! I stepped on you... But it was an accident. I was running with the water. Have you done that before? It's really fun. You try and see if you can run faster than it." Wriggling his tail, he moved a little closer to her, his small body allowing him to weave around her legs. Noticing the strange cracks running along her body, he stopped, inspecting one of the odd gaping holes it formed. "What's that?" he asked.
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Posted: Sun Jan 24, 2016 5:59 pm
"W-well..." she began to mutter softly to herself with a bit of a loss for words. He admitted to it so openly. As if it were something he was unashamed of, and yet he also admitted to it being an accident. Could she really be mad at the cute little creature for accidentally trampling her? Sure, it didn't exactly feel great but it also didn't cause any more cracks to show up. Thank god he was so tiny. Had it be a normal sized colt- the term normal being used very loosely here- then she might have been shattered. At least that's the worry she had sprouted in the back of her mind.
Then came the rather nosy manner of the young foal weaving between her legs, confusing her as she tried to stumble away only to get tangled up in her own steps and fell onto the soft bed of grass below her. "Oomph, hey! Be careful! Those are... um... they're just..." It was always tough describing them because not even her parents knew what was wrong with her. Nobody else in her family seemed to have them. "They're just a part of me. They're special..." he said with a pout on her face as she rolled onto her belly but remained laying down. It was easier than craning her neck down to see him more closely. "What are you?"
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