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Post by casia on Feb 21, 2006 16:12:27 GMT -5
The onyx pelted mare and her matching son were seen on the horizon traveling fast. This was the first time the young colt had been away fromh is homeland. This was his first time to explore. His first time to see and smell new things. It would be an expedition. They were moving fast across the grassy terra dodging the old oaks as they beated along.
Casia looked over at her beloved son and smirked. This was obviously her child. He had a love to run and was mostly kind despite his lineage. He also was obviously his fathers child. Stubborn, strong, brawny, tough. She slowed and so did the child.
Very well child begin your exploration of this foreign land.
Her son greatfully three beated a short distance away muzzle to the ground, following a scent. She gently shook her dial. He looks like a foolish puppy. Despite the thought she smiled at Talon. He truely was his mothers glory. |
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Post by D'Artagnan on Mar 6, 2006 20:48:55 GMT -5
'E grinned, observing the two from a distance. 'E knew that deep down Casia still had a heart, but perhaps only young Talon would see a hint of that now. 'Is own beating organ warmed, glad to see 'is friend on 'er feet.
The strong endure. Be strong, little Casia. 'e thought, smirking at how 'e could think of 'er as little. Well, compared to 'imself, a great many were little. 'E watched peacefully, observing 'is friend's continuing life after surviving what 'e doubted 'e could have risen above...
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Post by casia on Mar 6, 2006 21:11:18 GMT -5
Harks fliscked back. She could feel distant voids upon her. She snorted angrily and a dagger pierced the sod. She turned quickly voids only searching for her beloved Talon. Where had he run off to? Dark voids darted about the land. All she could see was the green shards of grass and the trees which stood sparsley about. Becoming woried her dark pools filled with uncertainty and worry, forgetting about those eyes she had felt.
Talon!?
She called out helplessly to her son. Where had he gone. At such a young age it was surprising that he had run off so far.
Talon!
She called again. Her vocals demanding and strong. Walking slowly about voids searching in between the few trees that inhabited the meadow. Her anger and worry growing equaly inside her, competeing for space. Which feeling was to win? Her dark nature wanted to be angry, yet the everpresent slightness of her Light nature was always worried or concerned. |
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Post by D'Artagnan on Mar 7, 2006 16:58:28 GMT -5
From 'is lofty post 'e had seen much, but 'is focus had not been entirely on the young Dark. 'E cast 'is gaze to the nearby grove of trees, subconscious memory seeming to point this out as the destination of the young'un.
'E gathered 'is lividly scarred columns 'neath 'im, hobbling as nobly as 'e could to the copse of arboreal shadows. 'Is broad cranium parted the twigged extremities of the assortment, throwing into relief the shallow pond beyond, rimmed by stonework. The dappled sunlight picked out the abnormalities upon the scarred warrior's coat as 'e slipped through the foliage to cast a look around for the wandering colt.
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Post by casia on Mar 9, 2006 21:23:18 GMT -5
As the femme called for her son she heard footfalls that lay close to the area in which she stood. Recalling her perpetrater she stood still. where had those vigilant eyes gone? Why did she no longer feel them? Who had they belonged too. Now her song could be in more peril then she had fathomed. She became slightly frantic in her search. She commanded him come to her.
Talon!
The little colt danced not too far off in a tree filled area. Yes he had heard his mothers vocals to him, but the mischevious colt ignored her. He was more like his origins then thought. Throwing his dainty arrogant mug in the air he continued to prance about. He heard the calls come more frantic, but thought nothing of them. He had not known he was in possible danger. Continuing on his little escapade he looked about and took in the new scents.
He heard a large beast behind him but could not see it. Now he had become slightly wary. Perhaps he was in great peril or perhaps it was just his mind playing tricks on him. He turned quickly on spindly hind pillars attempting to leave the tree scarred place. He knew his mother was not far past the trees once you got to the meadow, but he wasnt not even there yet. |
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Post by D'Artagnan on Mar 12, 2006 15:53:41 GMT -5
'E danced lightly through the tree shadows, a spark of mischief alighting in 'is cranium. 'E did not fan this flame for 'e sought not the wrath of a panicked mother. But 'e sought to know this wiry young creature, to see how in such little time on this earth its attitude already deviated so far from that of 'is own progeny.
Talon... 'e said softly Your mother's worried. 'E wished to pose inquiry upon this colt, but thought it wise to stay 'is pryings for the moment.
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Post by casia on Mar 12, 2006 17:01:20 GMT -5
Hearing the vocals the child halted. His tail held high in the air, in the arabian fashion. He was not fast enough. he whipped around, harsh voids looked at the inquirer. He smirked mischeviously. This was who had been after him? A mere light? The little one had forgotten his own age and stature. of course he was but 3 days old and was very well less then the size of a small pony. He looked up at the large male. He had figured that he learned his name from his mothers pathetic plea or panic.
You know nothing of my mother. Who are you to say she is paniced. Perhaps we are playing a fun filled game of simple hide and seek. She would possibly have found me sooner or later.
Despite his age the colt spoke with vigor. He knew what needed to be said, and wished this stag gone. It was none of his business to be speaking to him in this place, at this time. This was his time away from a pathetic heartbroken mother. Deep down he loved her dearly, yet he would not show it but in private. |
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Post by D'Artagnan on Mar 13, 2006 12:15:19 GMT -5
Were it a simple game she would not be wrought with such panic. She has lost much, you know. 'e whispered, the undertones of 'is vocals implying that 'e was not one to be shrugged off. Such rebellion at an age as young as this. Casia had best grow used to thy antics.
'E snorted and turned away, finding the young creature rather one-dimensional. 'E felt sorry for the colt, for 'is mother's insanity would only further distort 'im.
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Post by casia on Mar 13, 2006 12:36:32 GMT -5
Casia managed to come closer to the grove of trees. Her harks ever listening she heard the mumble of voices not too far off. She ceased in callings and moved forth in amongst the trunks, bark scraping at her lovely onyx pelten.
I know what she has lost, but she has gained me. Now I am the highest of all in her life.
The words he spoke sounded of mockery for his mother. How could he speak such unlawful things of her. Was he not only but a few moons living? Anything could end his life with a single swipe. He could not comprehend this in the juvenile state of his mind.
The voices grew louder as she walked along past each tree. She recognized the young one ad her son, but who was the other? She became slightly wary, not know whether her son was in danger or not. By his voice he seemed to be scorfull and mocking. She smirked at this. Yes he was her child.
She recalled that in her last hours before having the child she had come to the decision not to trust anyone, that none were her friends. She concluded that the only aquaintances she had were enemies. She came to the area where er son stood, immediately upon seeing the white pelt she knew it was D'Artagnan. Why was he speaking with her child? Her anger mounted with every last step she took. |
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Post by D'Artagnan on Mar 26, 2006 20:23:21 GMT -5
'E spotted her wrath and assumed it was intended towards her child. Even in 'is misunderstanding, 'e deemed in unwise to attempt to speak advice to the young one in her presence.
The panic is over. 'E stated nonchalantly, nodding in acknowledgement to Casia as the brush of fingerlike twigs against her pelt, the weakest among which snapping at the touch, made her presence known to 'im.
A feeling of being unwanted in this area fell upon 'im and 'e took a step back. Keep your chin up. 'E said cheerfully, turning to disappear into the foliage once more.
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Post by omnxae on Aug 26, 2008 21:22:41 GMT -5
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Post by omnxae on Aug 26, 2008 21:22:50 GMT -5
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