.lullaby (foals)

[♥/tiyre]

hito.riaruki

danc.ing wit.hout a drea.m

Eyes watched the demonic angel sink deeper in the damned world as she attacked the shire foal. And yet - she seemed at ease there. Fear rippled through the young stag's pelt - but he followed. Silently he left Sienna's side, towards the larger, painted filly. Embarrassed at his sign of "friendship" - he still wasn't entirely sure what that was - he nuzzled the paint - Bryony, he had to remind himself. At the demon's cry, he ran.

Flint flashed into the golden sands as he pounded on, eyes flashing with memories of the past. Last time his father had pushed him out. Now this mare. Angry snort echoed through him, slowing him to a near stop. Ears laid flat against bay head, teeth bared in anger, Hitoriaruki he whipped around, crying defiance. Something took hold of him. Herd instincts, perhaps? Who knows? Older than the others - and the only colt - drove him to something strange. He wanted to protect. He didn't care about staying here, for he had no mother and father. But he wanted to save the others, and then maybe he'd run off. Maybe... for he knew no one well. But now was the time for action.

d.ying wit.hout a hea.rt

walki.ng al.one

((wow - I kinda rambled. Hmmm....))

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<sup>She watched in horror, as the sweet painted filly was beat up by the mare that seemed so sweet at first. She sighed and looked as Hitoriaruki left her side, she nickered to him, and watched as he comforted the filly. She stopped, letting the others pass by her, she was to take action- maybe. If the yearling wasn't to scared, she would..she would. She waited till she saw everyone ahead of her and then went to the mare that was foal napping them and said

Why are you doing this? Glory? Greed? Pride? What!? For you are not to touch another foal..............Our parents will find us, and they will defend us...so one scratch on one....means that a life is taken away from YOU!

Her legs still didn't move and she then looked at the mare, how tall she was. She put her audtives back, not in fight, but annonce and watched the group..she smiled. SHe was starting to like the group that was collected, were more to come? She wondered. Then began to gallop up to the group and behind her friend and sighed, wondering if her parents knew that she was missing...</sup>[/sup]

[Hazel]

<sup>[ Sorry about that, have been away over the weekend ]

She began to slow, she was ahead of the rest and she was alone. She hated being alone. It had frightneed her ever since she had run from her father and become lost. But back then she had met her adopted sister, Belle. She liked Belle, but it was strange having not one but two sisters, he shires family ruined by the other. But Unna liked her non-the-less and so turned to walk with her. But the others were angry with the beautiful mare, Bryony didnt want to move, and it was then that Unna saw the evil inside the beat, pulling her sisters mane and kicking her sharply. But perhaps she was neaughty? Unna shuddered. She didnt want to belive that the mare she had trusted was so...cruel to foals. She turned a blind eye and ignored it, slowing down to walk beside a slightly older colt. She whickered softly, crest low and eyes dull, urging the dream like state she was in before to return...</sup>

[Meg]

Cigarette.
This is my story.

With one put in her place, the rest decided to defy her also. It started with the one that came third; and clung to the one that was called Unna. Unna. She seemed to be the only one behaving. Cigarette looked up at the shire's gleaming white hide, her sister that was just set in her place falling behind her with her patched sinew. Their parnets must be proud, no? Cigarette chuckled softly, then glared down at the tiny one that had just grasped her mane and asked her; "Why did you do that?" Cigarette didn't answer her, instead kicked her back into the group with the rest. Then another decided that they were going to go against her. The coltine. He decided to be the proud leader, thinking like a stag should. Protect the rest. Whatever. Cigarette just bared down upon him, her dark eyes watching him with a sort of soft mockery. Nipping him harshly on the rump, she drove him too, back into the group. And then the last one.

The little princess of the shores. Aww...how cute, she was trying to be brave like her parnets. Telling Cigarette if she laid a scratch on them that their parnets would kill her. Yeah, if the parnets ever found their children again! With a harsh cry, the crazed mare reared over the percious babe's skull, and with a large hoof; smashed it down on the foal's wither. A mark appeared where the hoof was placed. With a wild cry and a toss of her mane, Cigarette came down to the earth, looking the babe in the eye; "That is something for you to remember me by, child. You will always carry that as a remembrance." She said harshly.

Turning back, her call whipped through the wind, mockery to the Shore's that she had been so easy to steal the children. Going back to the foals, she nickered softly and thudered after them. She drove them on, and on. Their little hearts racing. To the cave where Duna waited. She would keep these foals under lock and key. Maybe after they saw her voilent act toward the "Princess", they would stay out of her way and do as she told.
[Occ; Sorry Whisper. I thought it would be cool if Seinna grew up with a scar like a hoofprint on her wither; of course it will be covered by her mane..lol. This thread is /closed/. Post at the cave. No muse!]