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There was something strange about the way the filly walked. Her deep brown pools did not look around; they stared off into the distance, like the filly was hypnotised and following an invisible being. She felt around with her flints before setting them on the ground, instead of just plunging them down. Only two sounds could be heard in the lifeless terra. One was the foal's own feet in the snow. The other was the cold wind that whipped across the hill. It swept across the foal's dark sienna body, sending shivers through it. She wished that it had been winter where she had come from; she would have had a winter coat to protect her from the cruel cold. Memories of her birthplace began seeping into her head; the way it was before, the plague that had swept thoughthe herd, the deaths...
The foal shook her dial to chase out the thoughts. She didn't what to think about that right now. She didn't want to think about it ever again. She wished the memories would just dissolve and leave her mind forever. At the moment, it was rather easy to bar the thoughts from her mind, thanks to the biting wind. Part of her was thankful, but the other wished she was somewhere warmer and less devoid of life.
Suddenly she felt her foredaggers give way. A small, frightened cry escaped her maw as she fell forward began to flip and tumble downwards. Gravity released the small body at the foot of the slope, leaving the foal on her back, limbs pawing the air. She managed to roll herself onto her stomach, but didn't try to stand up. She herself still had remnants of the strange plague in her that maid her feel weak. Besides, this low down the wind couldn't reach her as well. There she lay, cold, tired, and wishing fate had been kinder to her.
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« Reply #1 on Jun 3, 2006, 8:58pm » | |
Despite the cool of the air, the ebon form flit and kicked about, twirling like a fallen leaf in the wind. Four black flints, still slightly small in size bounded over the ivory lands, swerving through trees and over logs. The banner flew about wildly as her crania was tossed back and side to side, banner high in her game. Eventually the body's movements fadded out to a prance skipping through the shards of ice. The chocolate pools caught sight of senery, untouched by the endless spread of white. And it moved. Cautiously, her auds pricked foreward, small frame trotting to the filly.
"Oh, poor child!" Burst from her lungs in a whisper. Her warm velvets dropped, muzzle nudging the cooling side's of the youngun. "What are you doing out here all alone?" In truth, the young mare knew what it was like. She herself had no parents. Still, the ebon mare was just a yearling, still growing into her legs and ears. Her mane and taken a side, but hadn't grown enough weight to hang properly, but her form was stunning.
Again, the yearling nudged the other youth. "Wake, darling. I can take you were it's warm. My home will welcome you. Maurada is nice... and Revuer's grass is sweet." Black Wine dropped to her knees, letting her warmth radiate into the small shape besides her belly. It reminded her of her dreams to start a family. "What's your name, little one? I'm Red Rose Black Wine, but any assortment of those titles is fine."
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« Reply #2 on Jun 3, 2006, 9:25pm » | |
The filly's ears perked as a strange, unrecognizable sound filtered into them. Instict told her to run, but she stayed. The cold was begining to numb her body; she was only half-conscious. She heard was sounded like a voice, but with all the words melted together into one long, fuzzy noise. Something pressed against her, knocking her towards full wakefulness. Again she heard the voice, but this time she could discern a few words. Raising her crania from the snow, the youngling shook it, partly to clear the fog and partly to rid her ears of powder that was begining to collect in them. She felt the other equine lay down beside her. The flicka didn't know if the other was a friend or enemy, and it didn't matter to her one bit. Whoever it was, they were warm! Quickly, the small frame moved closer and pressed against the much larger one. Once again she heard the voice, and this time she could understand all of it. "My name is Desne," she replied softly.
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« Reply #3 on Jun 3, 2006, 9:36pm » | |
Velvetenes curved into a tender smile as she gazed down at the filly. It was a releif to hear words leave the younguns mouth. She lay her boa around her, wrapping the child in warmth and protection. Though she knew only her name, she was alone, and helpless, and Rose could help. Nothing would stop the young mare from saving the child.
"Now, Desne..." She whispered soothingly. "Are you alone?" Her question was gentle, but she did not mean alone as simply without someone, but she meant alone as alone, with no one at all anywhere. "Reveur will welcome you. Can you stand?" Before Rose would rise to her knives, she would see if the filly could, then, if she tumbled Rose could help her in her landing.
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« Reply #4 on Jun 3, 2006, 10:33pm » | |
"Yes, I'm alone," she answered. The wall that kept back the memories began to weaken, allowing a few to leak in and haunt her. She tried to block any more as she spoke again. "I think so...let me try," she said, pulling her forelimbs out from under her and planting them firmly on the ground in front of her. Slowly, one back stilt emerged and placed itself on the ground, followed by the other. Gathering all her strenght, the filly began to heave herself upward. For a moment, her legs gave way, and it looked like she was going to topple to the snow. But she managed to stay up. Desne waited few moments before pulling herself completely upright. A small smile crossed her kissers.
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« Reply #5 on Jun 4, 2006, 12:15pm » | |
Ebon crown lifted to watch the filly make her careful movements. Both pools were filled with worry as she studied her. She was ready to cusion the certain 'thud' of the filly on her side, but it never came. Once the tiny creature had risen, and stood, Rose lifted herself to her flints. With a sigh, she could take a proper look at the gangly critter.
"Here, sweety... I'll get you out of here, soon." Her boa shaded Desne from the bitter air with her crania turned to search out the easiest way out of the lands. "How long have you been walking here?"
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« Reply #6 on Jun 4, 2006, 1:16pm » | |
A frigid wind blew across her small bodice, causing Desne to shiver so violently she nearly lost her footing. Luckily, Red Rose was in the path of her fall, so Desne fell against her side. She thought about Rose's question. She herself didn't know how long it was. Night and day made no difference to her; they both dragged on in neverending darkness. "I don't know," she said as she regained her posture, glad of the windblock. "It's been a pretty long time though." The foal never looked at Rose as she spoke to her. The sepia optics still stared out into the distance, never moving away from it.
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« Reply #7 on Jun 8, 2006, 7:04am » | |
Rose glanced about again, huddling the filly closer to her warm side. They had to at least move, or both of them would freeze. "Come, love. We must get moving." Powerful stilts rose from the powder, her nose herding the youth with her. She had to do something... something to save her. Hopefully Maurada would accept Desne, she acepted Rose when she was this age, why not this one.
"Where did you come from?" Rose asked, hoping to keep the filly awake by talking to her. Perhaps she might be comforted by some gentle words, forget she was in this horible place. "I was born here...." She gave a pause. "I'm like you, I have no parents." Shaking her head she gave a small sigh. "Just remember... they're still with you, and they will be forever."
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« Reply #8 on Jun 8, 2006, 3:50pm » | |
The numbness was slowly begining to slip back into Desne; she huddled against the other equine, trying to absorb as much warmth as she could. But the heat could only be felt where Rose's and her frames touched. It helped somewhat to talk; She could keep awake easier that way. "I came from a place in that dierction, which ever one it is," she answered, turning her boa to point in the direction she had come from with her maw. She soon turned her crania forward again, finding it a bit difficult to walk one way with her head pointing another. Rose's next sentence sounded a bit fuzzy. Quickly the filly shook her head; she wasn't going to let herself succumb to the cold. A quizzical look crossed her facade at Rose's last words. "What do you mean?" she asked, unable to figure it out herself.
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« Reply #9 on Jun 19, 2006, 7:03pm » | |
The yearling worried more and more about the foal. If she wasn't free of the snow soon, she hardly had a chance. Tucking the filly tightly against her side, her arched her bo over her. A sigh left her maw as she started walking again, pressing Desne onward.
"I mean... I mean that nothing can ever come between a dam and her foal." With a faint smile he nudged her to quicken. She wished she was older, able to adopt the foal. At least offer milk to help warm her belly. "But we shouldn't talk of such things now."
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« Reply #10 on Jun 20, 2006, 1:29pm » | |
Desne nodded, but she still didn't understand. How could her mother be with her if she was dead? Such things were to hard for the youngling's mind to figure out. She was about to ask Rose, but the mare dismissed the subject and continued walking. The flicka continued thinking it over, but couldn't make out anything. Her thoughts changed to the place she was in now. How much farther until we get out of here? she asked herself, not knowing the answer. The filly was glad to quicken her pace at Rose's urging; she badly wanted to leave this place.
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« Reply #11 on Jun 23, 2006, 7:30pm » | |
(I'm posting at Revuer.)
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« Reply #12 on Jun 23, 2006, 9:52pm » | |
ooc: I'll be right there!
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