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 Posted: Sat Jan 13, 2007 5:28 pm
Desdemona found the place she was looking for; there was a small stream, still running strong, with not a bit of ice in it. The filly sprinted over to the stream as fast as her gangly, awkward legs allowed her, and shoved most of her nose into the ice-cold water. Obviously, her legs weren't the only awkward thing about her.
Only being a few days old was such a treat. The filly discovered new and unusual things every day, shoving her little nose into anything she found interesting and interrogating it until she got bored. Thankfully, her short attention span had restricted her from injuring herself or someone else, so she was completely in the dark about certain things of that sort.
The deep red sunset still loomed over the horizon, fighting one final epic battle with the Moon and her warrior Night before retiring to the underside of the world. This was Desdemona's favorite time of day; everything was peaceful as the daytime animals and the nighttime animals traded places once again.
Desdemona's imagination ran wild with crazy, racing thoughts. Where was everyone? The night seemed unusually quiet, and not a single crackling could be heard. Something was wrong.
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Posted: Mon Jan 15, 2007 12:30 pm
 "What!?" Storm's harsh came over the chilled windy air, puffing out in curls of white.
"Yeah, she we woke and she was gone." It was the one of the purple sisters. Storm had named her Kali. She was an odd one. Not necessarily wanting to disobey, but she didn't fit the type of Nequus Storm expected her to be. Then again, what was different between parents and daughters. Now the small foal was telling her their sibling had gone off running. The troublesome one. Why did her brood have to have one of those annoying fillies that ran off? And why on earth was she born with all females. Granted, she wouldn't have wanted any males like Velg'larn running around, but four little girls was enough to drive any mother mad. How did you keep track of them all.
Instantly a frown of worry crossed her face. It was so very cold outside, and the filly could easily step in a hole, fall in a ditch, come across Attia. It had been Velg's idea to name the foal Desdemona, and quite frankly, she wasn't fond of the name. It was bitter on her tongue. It tasted too sweet for its own good. A foal under that could only mean trouble, and a trouble Storm was always going to defend.
Not to mention it was nighttime. There was nothing wrong with someone like Velg being out at such a dark hour, but her foals, in this weather? It would become far too chilled for any filly to survive, whether of her blood or not. She at least needed the warmth and safety of the trees.
Cursing - and promptly telling Kali not to repeat such things - she tore off into the night, her ears rotating for any sign of her daughter. It was so still outside, because everyone was in bed, not stupid like her foolish child, her foolish, beuatiful child.
"Desdemona!" she cried, her voice shrill and harsh compared to the normal calmness and fluidity it held. It was because she was worried, and scared, like she had never known before in her life.
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Posted: Thu Jan 18, 2007 2:16 pm
A cry broke in the failing light. Her mother, it sounded like... Desdemona growled a little and sighed.
"What?" she called back, annoyed. "I'm over here." She made her way around a thick log, knowing it to be too big to even attempt to jump over, and stood on her hind legs for a moment, scanning the area. It didn't work too well; she fell on her face almost immediately after trying to stand. One more thing she couldn't do.
Wait a minute - Who told her mother where she was? She scanned her thoughts... who? One of her sisters, of course. She didn't know which one, but she always felt a very faint disgust with her siblings, who usually slept when she left. Maybe one had been awake when she left... no clue. Maybe she'd have to interrogate one of them when her mother dragged her home.
The tiny foal picked her way around a corner to find herself face-to-face with her mother. Storm's golden coat and light mane and tail almost matched her own; the almost-white mane and tail had definitely been a major trait being passed on, and she had the nice golden color on her coat in random places.
"What, Mom?" she asked nonchalantly. "I'm here."
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Posted: Thu Jan 25, 2007 10:47 am
Storm strained her ears to catch any sign of her daughter. There was nothing but the still air for a time, then at last the faint sound of a young voice.
Her footfalls quickened as she made her way towards it, the frown turning from worry, to relief, and then to anger. Her daughter should know better than to go running off like she did. Stupid children. If she wasn't such a gentled soul she might have beat them for leaving. But mothers couldn't do such things, so she'd take it out on others in her words tomorrow.
"What were you thinking!" she shouted, through irrational bursts of maternal worry. "Leaving is one thing," she lectured, "But without saying anything. Your brains gone dark, Desdemona. Do you even care for anyone in the world but yourself?"
Storm had never liked the coloring on this one. She looked too much like a mix of she and Velg, and she didn't like to be affiliated with someone who lacked emotion. Honestly, she wondered if he even worried for her or the safety of their foals. Still, he was always close enough to dump them on, just in case.
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