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Post by ponymad on Mar 25, 2006 1:09:25 GMT -5
Banner layed motionless against her tiny rump. Her blue roan coat glittering in the sun. Laying on the grass covered dirt she let herself close her orbs. She was weak to weak. Flys buzzed around her but she took no notice. You could hardly see her small chest rise and fall.
Forget me not
Her mother had only died a couple of days ago, from an unknown cause. She was pining for, only being 5 months of age. She was only weaned, to yung. She needed someone to comfort her in this time of need. In this time of sorrow, in this time if devisation.
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Post by wolf2 on Mar 26, 2006 8:01:24 GMT -5
The painted shire mare walked along the shore, spring had left her coat ridding of fluff...soon it would be slick. Her mane had grew so long it dangled on her chest. Her tail swept the ground, just a bit. Her icy blues scanned the sands before her, spring was here. Summer would bring her ninth year of life. Spring would bring Magic another year. She knew how her daughter wished for a foal...Feather had been the same. She had given life to Magic at four...right when she could. Magic had been the only foal for Feather. She would't mind another foal...but she was happy with her Magic. If Magic was all she ever had...then feather was still happy.
Icy blues caught sight of a blue spec, that seemed to heave breths...a foal? Yes it was a foal! Her feathered hooves darted foreword in a swift movement, and soon she was beside the foal. She looked down upon it's small body...it was still alive. She nuzzled it's head trying to awake it.
"Come child, awake..."
Soft lyrics whispered...was the foal alright? Where was it's mother?
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Post by deme on Mar 27, 2006 19:09:36 GMT -5
[. Horses can be in two threads at the same time long as it's in the same board right? if not Ignore my posht .]
Little flutes flicked slowly, picking up the sounds from the shoreline. Pistons churned beneath the small lanky bodice of Amun Shalim, the shadowed Arabian colt of Aisha. He and his mother were knew here, and so he had left to explore.
Breathe-passages quivered, lenses locked onto the forms of a mare and a foal.
Amun trotted through the brush, staying hidden, until he came to be even with the dame and the young flicka. Globes slid over the royal soaked fily, never before had he seen a hue like that on one like himself. He cast his gaze unto the mare, gazing at her large draft build before shrinking into the shadows a bit more.
Rump caught a thorn and a squeal was emitted, bodice lunging over the brush and onto the beach where he promptly ran around and bucked and twisted around to try to ride himself of the thorn before settling and twisting himself around to pull the thorn out.
He looked at the mare and filly, thorn still resting between his dentals and kissers. Amun looked quite a mess, with dirt all over him and moss drapped over his auds and twigs in his short little hock-kisser.
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Post by wolf2 on Mar 30, 2006 22:00:38 GMT -5
The painted shire mare looked at the small filly once more, still she had said or done nothing. As she reached down to nuzzle the foal, a yelp broke her movement. A colt? Where the two related? Where did the two come from if so? Her velvet tassels covered her icy pools, making her look younger. The mare was now eight nearing nine. She was still so-what young...but how long did she have left? The painted mare looked to the sea, then back to the two foals...where did they come from? Where were there mothers? The painted mare's lyrics broke the silent air...
"May I ask, where are your mothers or mother?"
The mare then realized she hadn't told them her name, or there location...
"I am Feather, and these are the Sandy Shores..."
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Post by ponymad on Apr 4, 2006 14:13:53 GMT -5
Forget me not
Bod twitched as the nuzzle was felt. Twin soldiers flicked, orbs opened. There was 6 horses in front of her. No wait, just 2, there bods came into focus. She made a feeble atempt to stand. Trying again she succseded. Blue roan bod was still covered in fluff.
Forget me not
Snorting, grains of sand blew in the breeze. Maw opened and closed as if she were a fish. Finally she was with others of her own kind! A mare and a coltine, Sniffing Feathers leg she shied away. Looking from one to the other a whisper escaped he maw.
I am Forget me not or just Bluey. My mother is dead....
The last part was barely hearable.
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Post by deme on Apr 6, 2006 3:55:04 GMT -5
The black colt looked from the mare to the filly before giving a random defiant little snort. He danced around the small group and stepped into the cool water and moved towards the filly, his head up in the air with his nose flared as he sniffed at her when he got close enough. His short banner flicked against his slender flanks as he looked from the mare to the filly, a stupid look on his face.
"I'm Amun Shalim... My mother is talking to someone."
He looked at the filly again, stepping closer to her and bumping her cheek gently with his muzzle, a whicker was given to her. He stepped back out of her personal space and looked at her curiously beneath one eye that still had moss drapped over it. |
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Post by wolf2 on Apr 15, 2006 7:55:01 GMT -5
.The. painted shire mare heard the words of the small filly...her mother was dead. Feather knew how the filly must feel...for Feather knew how it was to loose your mother. Feather's mother had been taken away from her by her father, she was almost a yearling at that time. Her father had also crippled her brother, who was now a stud horse for a shire farm. She almost spoke of it, but she didn't want to filly, nor the colt, to think she felt sorry for herself. As she thought the colt spoke.
"I am sorry Forget Me Not, if you wish I will talk to the lead of these lands and see if you may stay here. Amun Shalim I hope you may stay as well..."
.The. mare spoke kindly and softly. Maybe she could look over the filly, raise her...but she wouldn't take the place of the filly's mother. She began to think back to her own daughter when she heard a scream...Curse was back she knew it. She wanted to go to her daughter...but she couldn't leave the two foals alone. What if she took them along...no for she didn't know if a fight would break out or what kind of condition Curse was in...what would the painted mare do now?
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Post by ponymad on Apr 22, 2006 2:06:17 GMT -5
Snorting she bowed her skull aittle to Feather and then smiled to Amun Shalim and Feather. Whinnying joyfully she hid behind Feather before shouting
BOO!
Laughing, she pranced around Amun before laying down beside Feather. She had to get some rest, she had been up all day and night. Already, she was feeling drousy.....She had fallen in to a deep slumber. |
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Post by wolf2 on Apr 22, 2006 20:18:39 GMT -5
.In the early rush of morning,
Trying to get the kids to school:
One's hanging on my shirt-tail,
Another's locked up in her room.
And I'm yelling up the stairs:
"Stop worrying 'bout your hair, you look fine".
.Then they're fightin' in the backseat,
And I'm playing referee.
Now someone's gotta go,
The moment that we leave.
And everybody's late,
I swear that I can't wait till they grow up.
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Then they do, and that's how it is.
It's just quiet in the mornin',
Can't believe how much you miss,
All they do and all they did.
You want all the dreams they dreamed of to come true:
Then they do
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.The. painted mare jumped at the filly's sudden outbursts, then as the filly slumbered a smile crossed her muzzle. She watched the blue filly slumber, hoping her dreams were happy. She looked over at the colt, such a handsome colt. She wanted to carry another foal of her own, like Magic. She wished Magic could have stayed a foal forever...but life doesn't work that way. One day Magic would have a foal, and maybe she would have another too. Maybe she could adopt this lonesome filly...care for her like her own, but not take the place of her mother. The painted mare thought back to when Magic was just a foal. She remembered birthing her, then taking her home to see her father. She remembered her falling in love with Curse, then it seemed like in no time she was grown...just like that...
.Now the youngest is starting college,
She'll be leavin' in the Fall.
And Brianna's latest boyfriend,
Called to ask if we could talk.
And I got the impression,
That he's about to pop the question any day.
.I look over at their pictures,
Sittin' in their frames.
I see them as babies:
I guess that'll never change.
You pray all their lives,
That someday they will find happiness.
.She. looked at the colt once more, then to the sleeping filly, then back to the colt. The colt's mother was somewhere around the shore...but where? Would the colt and his mother have a home here? She never knew Storm to turn one away from a home.
.Then they do, and that's how it is.
It's just quiet in the mornin',
Can't believe how much you miss,
All they do and all they did.
You want all the dreams they dreamed of to come true:
Then they do
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.No more Monday PTA's,
No carpools, or soccer games.
Your work is done.
Now you've got time that's all your own.
You've been waitin' for so long,
For those days to come.
.Then they do, and that's how it is.
It's just quiet in the mornin',
Can't believe how much you miss,
All they do and all they did.
You want all the dreams they dreamed of to come true:
Then they do.
"Amun Shalim...what is your mother's name?"
.Ah, then they do.
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Post by deme on May 3, 2006 22:24:42 GMT -5
[. Sorry I never replied but I'm getting rid of Amun and his mum cause I just don't really RP them or anything... So sorry  .] |
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Post by wolf2 on May 5, 2006 6:36:01 GMT -5
-has left-
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