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 Posted: Mon Aug 01, 2016 7:31 pm
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Posted: Mon Aug 01, 2016 7:33 pm
 While she sometimes referred to her nephews as "little brothers" she didn't do it very often. She had been raised by her brother and had taken a kinship to the foals as they grew. While she wasn't much older than them she still liked to pretend she was an 'adult.' While she was very much a pain in the tail feathers she really meant well. She never really thought things through very well, though she was still young and her brother hadn't been the greatest of role models. Not that he hadn't done a bad job! He had done an excellent job for all that he had accomplished, she just needed some authority in her life.
She was a wild spirit, untamed by all! She pranced about looking for one of her nephews to go do something with her. She loved to spend time with them when she was around, which was often enough. She wasn't entirely that sure of herself to strike out on her own just yet. One never did know what you could run into.
Though the thought intrigued her and sent a shiver down her spine that made her ruffle her feathers and wings for a second. She then spotted a familiar form and with a toss of her head made her way towards Cearney, whom she liked to call Ernie. "Ernie! Would you like to spend some time with your dear old aunt?" She said with a little laughter in her voice as she almost whispered the word old. Since she clearly wasn't an old goat or anything. It just struck her as amusing to refer to herself as old. "Or did you have other plans?" She asked him as she grew near.
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Posted: Tue Aug 02, 2016 2:27 pm
The young Cearney hadn't been paying much attention to his surroundings, so when the voice rang out, the delicate boned colt gave a startled jump. He had been daydreaming again, which wasn't particularly unusual for the young soquili -- his head was more often than not stuck up in the clouds, imagining all sorts of adventures that he might someday get up to. Of course, Cearney wasn't particularly mischievous or troublesome -- while he might daydream of interesting sorts, he wasn't prone to actively engaging such grand adventures. So it was, the young lad was torn from his thoughts of meeting a most gruesome and wicked soquili -- someone who was embittered by the world due to neglect an fear. Someone that was made of bone and blood and all dark things -- something that was unknowingly beautiful, with interesting thoughts, and views on the world that those of more traditional beauty might otherwise neglect.
Cearney had yet to meet any others outside of his immediate family . . . but he was smart enough to know that there were more interesting things than flutter wings or feathers. While his aunt was not particularly interesting when it came to her appearance, she was still his aunt, and that alone made her interesting. She was given a free-pass because she was family, and Cearney was nothing, if not loyal, to them. Now that his surprise had passed, he gave a little swish of his tail, and trotted over to where Morrigan stood.
"You're not old," he objected sincerely, "But I do wish you were triple your age. And bony. And wrinkly. And decrepit. Wouldn't that be something?" He mused, just as sincerely. He could just imagine what wrinkly old skin might feel like, or if her hair fell out in patches. So it was, the young colt was a little bit morbid, but he never truly meant harm. Not really. He just thought that maybe she'd look just as lovely looking untraditionally beautifully. Ah, but a colt could dream. He had hopes that maybe he'd turn into something wretched as he aged . . . if all he did was will his horns to grow jagged, and his bones to rip through his skin. . . surely, the spirits would oblige?
Still, his little tail gave a happy swish, and he pranced around on his soft paws ever so happily. "I'll happily keep you company, though! I wasn't doing much anyway. . . " And that was the truth. His imagination might run wild -- and a bit dark -- but when his brothers were away, he was more often than not bored. He loved getting attention, and didn't seem to know what to do with himself when he wasn't. Perhaps that's why he drifted into daydreams -- it was easy to pretend to be getting all sorts of attention that way, and of those he desperately wanted to meet.
"What're we gonna do?" He asked, his eyes bright with eagerness.
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Posted: Sun Aug 07, 2016 9:59 pm
She wondered if she had ever been this dainty when she was a foal, though they were part flutter so that was probably why her nephews seemed smaller than she remembered being. Either way it made her want to just snuggle them up close and protect them the best she could! She gave him a pleased look when he said that she wasn't old. While she knew that she wasn't it was always nice to hear someone else besides her say it. It made it more real that way. She cocked her head slightly at his words and gave him a friendly giggle. "That would be something! And you wings could fall off and your eyes sink in." She added to his vivid description of oddities.
Though she didn't find it that weird, it was truly something creative and imaginative to her and she honestly hoped to see someone who looked like that so she could bring them to her brother-er nephew. She honestly didn't have an issue with calling them her brothers. They were close enough in age and her brother had raised all four of them together so in her eyes they were all family regardless of what she labeled them as.
"I'm glad that I'm not taking you away from anything important then!" She said with a happy stretch of her wings as she gave him a mischievous grin. "I think you'll like what we're going to go do." She said motioning for him to follow. "I found a rotting carcass that looked peculiar and I thought we could go check it out together." She was hoping he'd like that.
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Uta just because I totally forgot about this lol and lost the link. Requoting you so you have it <3
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