Post by deme on Mar 24, 2006 16:38:13 GMT -5
The ocean water lapped against the shores of the land, all quiet except for that peaceful dreamy sound.
A mare and her foal stood in the waters, the mare's dainty form and soft eyes told of a soft and gentle personalty, yet as she watched over the little ebon colt at her side a protective look crossed her face.
Her name was Aisha, and she came to the little terratory in search of a home, or at least shelter until she found one for her little one.
She lowered her head, muzzel brushing across the colt's neck gently, lipping at the short tassels of mane.
My sweet one, it's alright.
She coo'd to the nervous babe, watching him shake with gentle loving eyes.
Amun Shalim looked up at his silver-painted mother, eyes pleading her to go elsewhere away from the scents of other horses. His short tail flicked at his flanks, lucid hide twitching at her touch. The little arabian colt snorted, finally calming enough to be playful with his mother, and lunged away and gave a few bucks, a playfull whinny rushing from him as he cantered down the shoreline a good 30 feet before suddenly stopping.
Amun turned back around and whinnied before jumping forward and racing back to Aisha, but instead of stopping as he neared he went into the water.
Hooves landed in the water with tiny plops, a happy snort coming from the little black colt, the ocean water rushed in and pushed against his legs, causing him to slow down. He reared playfully, stricking out at the dropplets that where flung from his legs, before the tide pulled out and caused him to fall over.
He squealed, frantically rolling over and getting up as the tide rolled back in and pushed against him. The colt trotted to his mother and stepped beneath her, eyes the waters with a slightly resentful look.
A mare and her foal stood in the waters, the mare's dainty form and soft eyes told of a soft and gentle personalty, yet as she watched over the little ebon colt at her side a protective look crossed her face.
Her name was Aisha, and she came to the little terratory in search of a home, or at least shelter until she found one for her little one.
She lowered her head, muzzel brushing across the colt's neck gently, lipping at the short tassels of mane.
My sweet one, it's alright.
She coo'd to the nervous babe, watching him shake with gentle loving eyes.
Amun Shalim looked up at his silver-painted mother, eyes pleading her to go elsewhere away from the scents of other horses. His short tail flicked at his flanks, lucid hide twitching at her touch. The little arabian colt snorted, finally calming enough to be playful with his mother, and lunged away and gave a few bucks, a playfull whinny rushing from him as he cantered down the shoreline a good 30 feet before suddenly stopping.
Amun turned back around and whinnied before jumping forward and racing back to Aisha, but instead of stopping as he neared he went into the water.
Hooves landed in the water with tiny plops, a happy snort coming from the little black colt, the ocean water rushed in and pushed against his legs, causing him to slow down. He reared playfully, stricking out at the dropplets that where flung from his legs, before the tide pulled out and caused him to fall over.
He squealed, frantically rolling over and getting up as the tide rolled back in and pushed against him. The colt trotted to his mother and stepped beneath her, eyes the waters with a slightly resentful look.
