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Post by llcoyote on Jun 17, 2011 16:50:27 GMT -5
[glow=pink,2,300]Mabli[/glow] [glow=pink,2,300]The value of identity of course is that so often with it comes purpose. ~Richard Grant[/glow] Mabli was getting older. At least a few months in age right now and some things were starting to effect her. Most of them involved her father. Ever since that day on the beach where her mother had scolded him Rhys had been very cordial to her. That was about it though. Every morning Mabli would whinny and gallop up to her father's side, and every morning all she got was a simple 'Hello Mabli' and a nod. The filly would beg him to let her spend the day with him. She promised to make little noise and never slow him down or bother him. With a high head he would look down on her cooly and walk on, not even aknowledging her question. Perhaps that's why she was so far from her mother today. Maybe being up here on the edge of this cliff like she'd seen Rhys do so many times would impress him. If ma found out there would be hell to pay and Mabli was sure of it.
The powerful ocean tide hit the rock with shaking force and an angry spray of salt water misted around her head. Her tiny legs were shaking feircly This had to be the single scariest thing the filly had done in her whole life. She sucked in a deep breath and backed up. All she wanted to do was jump from one part of the rock to another. The filly was practicing right now, she would show her stallion later. Then he'd know that she was just as strong as anyone else. He'd be impressed with her amazing talents and realize that he wanted her around him... she hoped. The filly took a deep breath and wiggled her tiny rump... "Here goes nothing." She whispered. |
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Post by bandit on Jun 18, 2011 15:55:49 GMT -5
A couple minutes before she jumped Vince stumbled into her. He stood up shaking his head his legs wobbling from so many days without food. He stared at her with blury eyes then collapsed. He sighed and lay still not sure he even wanted to get up it was so peaceful and atleast he had seen another foal before he died. He didn't want to die but the water was so cool rinsing the dirt from his coat and it just felt nice.
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Post by Kate on Jun 20, 2011 16:10:16 GMT -5
Things had been going more smoothly recently, there was less friction between Rhys and Mabli at least. It was always a good sign. She didn’t want to be a nagging bitch, not to anyone. That just wasn’t Maria, Maria believed in kindness and respect. She tried to make sure that she treated others as she wanted to be treated. So therefore it was obviously not her intention to nag at others and be mean to them, but Rhys had hit a nerve with her. This was her babe, just as precious as the others, and she knew the necessity of a good early environment to produce a well rounded and mature child. Rhys was not going to mess up their children with his cold ways. He loved this child, even if he didn’t know it yet, and Maria was going to make him realise this.
For now however her attentions were on little Mabli and little Mabli alone. She was desperate to ensure that her foal was safe. She glanced up from her grazing as she did every few minutes, checking that she was okay. Her little rump was a-wiggling and she could tell she was about to do something incredibly foolish. ”Mabli! Don’t you dare jump! You come back here right now, I do not want you so close to the edge. It’s dangerous, sweetheart. You’re too little to jump, you won’t survive it.” She told her sternly, trotting over to her before she did something stupider still. It was at this moment that she saw the other little foal collapsing.
It caused the pretty Haflinger a great deal of concern, reaching down to nudge the little one softly with her nose. ”Are you okay?” She asked gently.
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Post by llcoyote on Jun 20, 2011 22:33:59 GMT -5
[glow=pink,2,300]Mabli[/glow] [glow=pink,2,300]The value of identity of course is that so often with it comes purpose. ~Richard Grant[/glow] The filly haulted at the sound of her mother's voice. As soon as she heard the mare the giant 'brave' breath she'd been holding blew out of her like a balloon. Her tiny lips snorted a little as the air blew out. Tiny bay shoulders slumped over. Suddenly the crashing waves looked a lot more forboding... perhaps it was because her stuborness had left her. In it's place were a couple of wobbly legs. Mabli tried to suck in another breath, "I'm not little!" She instisted with an inmature slamming of her soft white hoof against the hard stone. It stung slightly but it would be worth it to get her point across. Little meant weakness, and her father already saw her as weak. Mabli didn't want any part of being little! She wanted to be strong so that her father would go beyond the cordial meetings to real affection. To actually showing an incling of interest in her. That's why she was up here in the first place. Trying to prove to her father, and possibly herself, that she was strong enough to conquer even the unruley tide... just as she'd seen the onyx stallion do himself. Her mother was belittling her mission! A huffy sigh left her and she finished defending her case in a whining (if not snippy) tone. "And I can't ma! I've gotta show dad that I-" She stopped and stared in awe at the collapsed foal the flaxen mare was leaning over. Why wasn't it moving? Even odder, what was it doing here? She knew the only other foal here was Breacher, the colt that Beauty had. The one that didn't seem to annoy Rhys. He'd survied an attack by wolves. It had probably impressed her father and in her young insecure mind that was why Rhys liked his company more than her own. In all reality that wasn't true. The filly was simply too much like him for his taste. Not that he knew that either. It was simply the blind reality not noticed by either of them.
Mabli tossed her tiny head and bucked as she cantered carefully off the cliff and scampered across the beach to where the unmoving foal lie. Her eyes grew round as saucers as she looked over the body of the little colt. She'd never seen anything like it before in her life! The filly stamped her feet by the colt's head, trying to get it to move. "Is it dead ma? Is it?" Suddenly Mabli wasn't feeling so brave. She clamored over her long (Well long by HER standards) clumsy legs behind her mother. A little bay head poked around her rounded sides. Even the little wiskers on her nose trembled. The filly had a little tremor in her. She'd never seen a dead horse before... and she hoped that wasn't what she was muzzle to muzzle with now. Once upon seeing a dead fish with her father she'd asked him about it. The obsidian steed had curled up his lip and raised his nose away from her. As promptly and effectivly as he could he explained death. It was easy for anyone to see Rhys had a strong aversian to the subject... and for a senstive filly like Mabli, who easily read emotions, the feelings of distain toward death were practically shoved into her little bay face. Though he wouldn't say why. When she'd asked he snorted and told her to go else where and play. For once the filly took the hint. Not only the hint to leave, but the hint that death was not something she wanted to be around.
After a long minute or so Mabli was struck by another streak of bravery, walking underneath her short mother and poking her miniscule head out from between her legs. Her father may have taught her not to like death but he most certainly wasn't afraid of it and so she wouldn't be either! Well... for the most part. That paired with morbid curiousity (the very thing that insisted she learn this lesson the hard way) was simply too much for her to resist checking out. The filly's rosey little tongue darted out to lick her lips that suddenly felt barren of moisture. "What do we do mama?" She said rather loudly, watching from the safety of her mother's underbelly. Something she soon would not be able to do. Even now as the mare breathed it put steady pressure onto her back but the filly didn't mind the warming touch of her mother. She knew one day she would be big and totally unable to have this feeling. Dispite her high emotions that rolled as unpredicably as the tide, Mabli's affection for her mother was strong... and perminant. |
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Post by bandit on Jun 24, 2011 17:49:53 GMT -5
Vince felt Maria's warm nose nudge him and heard a queastioning voice. He wanted to tell her he was fine but resting a moment felt better. He was about to sleep knowing he was somewhat safe when he heard a higher voice that sounded annoyed then became scared and wobbly. He couldn't make out the words his head was ringing and the only thoughts were of food. That was what he needed he needed to eat and drink otherwise he would more than likely die. He came to a quick resolve to not die and opened his eyes " Help me please." He said though his voice was quite hoarse (bad pun.) from days without water or food. He groaned and closed his eyes again he needed help bad and he wasn't sure what to do. It was at that moment he realized what was going on and he started to cry. He talked to himself saying he wasn't going to die his mother had protected him so he could be strong not so he could just up and die. It wasn't fair to her and neither to him but he was too weak to stop it and if she had just stayed put none of this would have ever happened.
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Post by Kate on Jun 30, 2011 17:29:37 GMT -5
Of course you aren’t, my little beauty. Now come back away from the waves. She told her gently, not in the mood to battle with Mabli over whether she was little or not. She seemed to think it a bad thing and was stubborn about seeing it that way even if no-one else did. She was just as stubborn as her father. Darling, you need to show nothing to your father. You are beautiful and strong and you would be wise as well if you got down from those rocks. She told her, trying to appeal to her baby’s proud ways to get her to do something stupid. She loved Rhys dearly, but he could be an arrogant little prick and annoy her sometimes. She did not need her child taking on that trait.
No, he is not dead. See, he breathes. No need to be so afraid, Mabli. Do not hide from death or fear it. No point fearing the inevitable. Death is just another part of life, my sweet, and one we should not fear because it is different. Just live life as fully as you can and love often. Spend more time living and doing things you love, then death will seem trivial. Do not run to it or from it, my sweet child. She told her daughter kindly, reaching over to give her a reassuring nuzzling kisses to dissuade her from fearing it.
Maria loved the feeling of her children beneath her body, reaching beneath her legs to give her daughter more affection. She obviously loved her daughter greatly and gave her more than enough affection to make up for Rhys’s lack of it. Now we wait for him to wake up, and then we help him. Remember- we will treat others as we want to be treated ourselves. Nip only if you wish to be nipped yourself, and hate only if you want to be hated. She reminded her.
At that moment the little voice asked for her help and she would be damned if she ever refused to help anyone, especially a foal. Are you weaned? She asked him gently, still producing milk for Mabli and able to help him there. If not, she would help him to the grasses. She would question him later of his whereabouts and history, then protect him from Rhys if he dared to question the colt’s place here.
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