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 Posted: Fri Mar 04, 2016 9:57 am
This is a PRP for my Midori and Absinthe. Please do not post. ^___^  Quiet groans emitted from the little black and green basket indicated that the capsule was no longer fitting for its sole inhabitant. The confined colt whined as he struggled to find a way out, pushing at the sides with his head and paws, wishing desperately to be able to stretch his cramping muscles. The wicker cracked at the stress, but its sturdy construction refused to give way. The unnamed foal whined again, becoming impatient. He desperately pushed against the basket again, this time trying all angles, until... POP! A rush of frigid winter air struck the tiny foal's body through the cracked lid and he shivered unhappily. This was not quite what he expected. Reluctantly, he pushed more, freeing it from the rest of the basket. His glowing eyes squinted in the brightness of the day and his ears draped awkwardly over his neck. He wiggled, causing the basket to roll over and eject his frail body onto the snow-covered ground. At last, he stretched, everything from his toes to his ears separating in an adorable attempt to loosen up.
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Posted: Fri Mar 04, 2016 10:18 am
 Midori was rather startled to hear the crackle of wicker not far from her as she munched on a frozen apple. Her eyes widened and she turned to look, wondering if it was already time. It'd not been long since she had found and taken the basket as her own, losing its twin along the way. Her heart raced with excitement as she watched, fighting the temptation to help the little foal. She was known for raising her offspring to be tough and self-sufficient, and she felt it was paramount to begin immediately. The old mare smiled proudly as the foal stretched, waiting for him to notice her. Most of her children had left her, and she was happy to have someone new to dote on.
She examined the colt as he stretched, noting his markings and their similarity to her own. Though his eyes were now closed, she saw them glowing beneath the basket's lid, and it excited her greatly to have so much in common with a child she'd just found and not birthed. She noted the paws and the ears, the faint stripes on his back, the symbols that vaguely resembled hers, and she wondered if perhaps he was truly related to her. He didn't resemble her brother's mate, but perhaps her father had found another mare to take advantage of. She toyed with the idea of using the child against Haborym, but chose in that instant to raise it as her own.
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Posted: Fri Mar 04, 2016 10:39 am
Glowing green eyes fluttered open after a deep yawn. It took the colt quite some time to adjust to the light, but once he had he was intrigued. He looked at everything around him, not taking long to land on his adoptive mother. Ears perking, he rolled onto his belly and struggled to his feet. He looked rather curiously at the mare, his legs wobbling and his paws less than happy with the cold sensation of the snow beneath them. Cautiously, he took a step toward her, only to lose his balance and fall into the snow. He scuttled back to his feet and tried again, this time managing a few feet before collapsing. As determined as he was to free himself from the basket, the foal was equally determined to make it to the mare. Something told him that she would be warm, and he desperately wished for her body heat.
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