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Post by *~`cHEsHirE!i!cHEetAH`~* on Dec 21, 2010 21:51:50 GMT -5
Crystal Raven stood alone on the island beach. She sighed as the place felt empty to her. Raven snorted as she looked over the beach. Her thick coat wavered slightly in the wind it was so long. The beach was slightly covered in snow, but food was hard to find on the sand. She could see some rock that seem to be eased into the water, like it was too cold, which it was. She let out a whinny call to see if there was any other equines around. She sighed and stepped forward, the slight wind blowing the black mane, tail, and black and white feathers around in the wind.
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Post by Storeh on Dec 25, 2010 0:44:47 GMT -5
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The inferior framework of the unsheltered colt quivered with noticeable tremors as icy collection of winds blasted his pelting. Half-shut lids dared not pry themselves to sights for truthful fear of blowing turrents of sand making its way past thick lashed. Small muzzle dipped as spayed stilts shivered from the force of breeze lifting off ocean waters. The beach was the very last place the search for dam had not brought the paint to, though now it would seem the endeavor to be fruitless at best. Gambling, and the foal was already sick of the crystalline waters and inabundant grasses. Yet, as another pitiful cry was whipped without mercy from his velveteen maw, Creed stood alone in the world.
The soft strands of mane lifted wildly about as the young horse finally managed to manevor himself away from the onsought of gale. Now pushing fitfully at his broad haunches, the mixed bred orphan reached forth in hasty trot, ears pricked as light hued eyes gazed with purpose for the scenery. Snow billowed up in managable clouds, momentarily blocking his path, though the foal merely bounded onward, mind churning with hopes of distraction from search.
What could be described as playful bound mingled upon stilts as frame was bounced lightly into air to leap over band, a buck then executed with kick of heels. Keeping in check so lengthy legs would not entangle themselves with ensnared fall, the painted colt galloped without seeming care, swiftly racing the waves as the morbid thoughts of abandonment were lost in the ideas of play.
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Post by *~`cHEsHirE!i!cHEetAH`~* on Dec 25, 2010 1:02:02 GMT -5
(Aww.... He's so cute.... ^^)
The Light Yellow Bay mare moved at a walk, holding head high. The wind whipped at her thick coat, but the cold air didn't bug her, though it was still cold to the mare, but now bitterly. The mare's flicked forward, back ward, and in every other which direction to listen to the sounds around her. She heard, barely, what sounded as something young whimpering call, reached the swiveling audios picked up. She let out the loud, concerned whinny of her own, hoping to hear the call of another. She listened, ears swiveling faster now, and her paced picked up to a half trot, half canter, very uneven, but quickish gait. She trugged on, the long hairs wavering in the air, bouncing with her beat of her legs, the feathers on her legs really flying crazily.
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Post by Storeh on Dec 25, 2010 1:18:10 GMT -5
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The clockwork motions of lengthening stilts was interrupted soon in their pulse as concerned whinny drifted with near ghostly property across expanse of breeze. Loud declaration of audios served their purpose in fresh mind for ample timely matter as the patchwork colt drew himself into a frozen position, as if carved statuette from marble. Faded purple hued orbs darted with inset purpose as small frame whirled for observation. Another small cry worked its way from young throat as it seemed to vibrate entire being, leaving fits of steam dancing as nostrils flared with excitement as well as frightened instinct.
Crescendo of quaking beats upon sand tried to draw themselves to frail frame as Creed finally resorted himself to frozen stature once more. The sun's bright rays did little to protect soft pelting, for the icy winds were merciless in barren expanse of sand. Crashing of ocean waves drew salt to air as nostrils searched for scent as teaching happened upon.
Thoughts echoed with numbing quality as time seemed to slow with a blur of forgotten purpose as the colt stood, in wait for whatever horse was happening upon him. Mind questioned itself for this, harm might be brought. He did not know it was more of a question of chance or destiny. Fate was the guardian to his form the moment his dam left him.
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Post by *~`cHEsHirE!i!cHEetAH`~* on Dec 25, 2010 1:40:30 GMT -5
Raven's simple shaped ear's picked up the sound, and she moved towards the other. She let out a quieter whinny now, signaling, she hope, that she was truly no threat. She trotted no, know where the sound came from. Light crystal blue eyes picked up a small, standing form, the colors almost mixing to the surroundings of snow and sand. She kept her pace at the trot until a few feet from the young foal, as she saw it was a painted foal. She stopped, giving him space out of respect, lowering her high head. Her flowy long hair only whipped in the wind, the longish fur of her coat parting were the wind split it. The mare knew much about how to treat other, even in the youngish age she is. She watched the young's reactions, while she looked him over, she spoke and a smooth, sweet voice. "Hello. I'm Crystal Raven. Who might you be?" She asked, sincerely, looking over the foal still, ensure it was fine.
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Post by Storeh on Dec 25, 2010 1:52:25 GMT -5
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The silhouette frame of painted colt bestowed the faded hue of gaze upon the towering form of mare now standing before his frail features. Despite what the most would take it in time to believe, the offer of fear did not present itself as small petal ears swiveled forth at the genteel spoken audios. An embracing smile captured the extent of Creed's maw as mind muddled over words with sounding count to appearance. The sun did give quite the arch of grace to this mares lighten pelt, making her seem near an angel in her own sense. She had told the foal her name was Crystal Raven.
'My name is Creed!' Another, more catching smile drew itself across his delicate face as he seemed almost instantly embarassed by the show of enthuse. Yet, as the shy eyes glanced away, the smile lingered with a drawing catch. The sea breezes ruffled his mane farther, as he forgot the cold for a beat or two.
A shiver raced the length of his near aparant spine as another laden wind struck from oceans. Snorting shakily, the paint shook his silky coat as mind gave the mare another glance. He was not frightened by her, which was something of astonishment, for he was known to be pressed down by the heavens. Yes, for the first time in many moon passings, Creed was not aware of the wrongs.
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Post by *~`cHEsHirE!i!cHEetAH`~* on Dec 25, 2010 2:07:45 GMT -5
Raven watched the colt, seeing a shiver run through him. She could easily see his coat was made for this weather yet, like her's was. She was from an much colder region than the grand island, her once human owners called it Upper Canada(GO CANADA! XD). The teddy bear like fur kept her warm unlike most horses' bumped into, which their coats weren't as developed as her own. "If you'd like me to, I can take to to a place were the winds are not so cold. The trees there block enough wind you can warm up there." The mare said, her light, gentle voice let out. She didn't see the foal's mother, or even an guardian for the foal around. She wanted to ask, but it was oblivious he was here alone, not seeing any signs of another horse. She looked at the sky with her blue crystalline eyes before looking to the foal again. She finally decided to ask though after a minute or two. "And where's your mother in this weather any who. You shouldn't be out here alone." she said, concern tainting her completely.
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Post by Storeh on Dec 25, 2010 2:17:29 GMT -5
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The genteel offering of words did little to soften the blow that now beat the fevered mind of the frail foal with reckless callous. Mother? It was bit a whispered feigned dream as the harsh audios were recalled, each as if they were all the painted colt new, sewing up the wounds that now threatened to burst open. The search. He was supposed to be searching. Again his clouded eyes diverted themselves from hers as hot liquid brimmed in the lavender pools. The word alone, that single word, rang hollowly insided his churning gut. Alone. You are alone.
Tears cascaded down his patchworked cheeks as a shake of the head was offered upon crumbling conscious. A sob tore from his throat as the foal gazed back up at her, he had to say something...he had to. 'She...she...left...' How much he wished his voice did not quiver with the sounding of uttered syllables. Pleaded with himself just as ears registered the pitiful crack.
No. He was not weak, he could take care of himself! Yet, even as he told himself this, another sob escaped. No! Pull yourself together. Sew. Mend. Survive. The shaking continued as time passed, and he wondered if he was going to fall apart.
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Post by *~`cHEsHirE!i!cHEetAH`~* on Dec 25, 2010 2:32:28 GMT -5
The mare saw the colt called Creed crying. The mare soft heart couldn't bare the witness. She sighed, now stepping closer, dropping her head to his height. She looked at him, honestly, silent words spelled out 'You'll be okay. I'm here.' She stood there quietly, letting the foal getting it out of him. But she knew the air did not get warmer for him. Her own pampered life never had a choice to witness this, but the only bad memory she had was being torn from her mother because the mare was getting to old to be hanging with her mother in a mare and foal pasture. She could help herself, and she let herself step close, draping her fuzzy neck over the young foal in a hug, in hopes to maybe make him feel better, to let him know she was stand there still, like a motherly figure would truly do.
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Post by Storeh on Dec 25, 2010 2:44:12 GMT -5
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The rigid expanse of ocean front seemed to dissolve into only mere hints of background as the mare draped the warmth of her neck around him. This comfort was too much of a needed thing that the painted colt could not stifle the urge to nuzzle farther into her warmth, the thick skin and fur inviting as nostrils flared with her scent. Velveteen muzzle nosed into her chest as the hot mixture of tears began to freeze themselves upon the colt's features.This was of something he himself had been deprived of from his actual dam, and though the fresh mind seemed to think this a dream, he was grateful. Lids closed as the pressure of sobs left his ribs completely.
The steady tempo of the mare's heart calmed him farther when the thoughts of his past finally disippated into nothing more than white noise. Ears flickered back as Creed urged himself to enjoy this while it lasted, before he woke from this wonderful slumber or something of nature happened. The urge to say thank you was written boldly across his fine features, though he could not make himself say it to the mare. Was she his angel? Where were her wings?
Slowly, he peered around her side, as if in search for these wings, and he could almost make out the feathers before another cold wind captured him in the face. Burying his head once more in the folds of her pelting, he wondered what this would bring. Snorting quietly, he prayed that she would not leave.
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Post by *~`cHEsHirE!i!cHEetAH`~* on Dec 25, 2010 13:16:30 GMT -5
Mare felt the colt crowed towards to her, his body feeling cold to her. The air was bad for the young Creed to be in. He couldn't possibly be old enough to fend completely for himself, though it looked like he has. The mare watched his head peered around her to her sides like he was in search of some grand to her fuzzy body, to feel the colt tuck himself into her chest again. The air whipped around again, sudden. She sighed at what the poor colt must of went through his short life. She looked around. She knew they weren't far from the tree line that lead to the Belle Valle. She looked down at him again, pushing herself back a little to look at him. "Come on. Let's get out of this wind." She spoke, letting herself sand straight up again, waiting for when the young colt Creed was ready to step away on his accord.
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Post by Storeh on Dec 25, 2010 22:39:32 GMT -5
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The pressed petals suited intentions as the audios given were snatched with accuracy from the vocals of Raven's maw. Seemingly with an air of reluctance about his motions, the spindly colt took a measured step away from her foal to rather embrace the offer of total sheltering from the fateful tug of ocean winds. Delicate head turned as nostrils flared to inhale salt-watered airs before such thing was of cold characteristic to freeze channels. The breeze lightly tugged at patchwork pelt when he turned to offer a smile to the guardian before him, having to crane his neck to observe her own features in eyes. Petlas once more pricked keenly forth as if in wait for her as well.
Fresh mined turned with excited liveliness as once more his mind recalled the thought of ashen wings stationed on broad back. Fevered heart bounding with excited dashes, Creed took a delicate step to her side, throwing his head higher for hope to observe such a thing. His mind knew they had to be there somewhere!
Yes, the colt had taken a decided liking to his guardian, if it was by mere circumstance or fate intertwining his fancy, one would never be able to tell. The small stature was in arcane observation of the details shrouding the mare, as if the little eyes widened in astonishment. She was a light offered, and once more he hoped the same wishful thoughts. Time would only be able to give grace.
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Post by *~`cHEsHirE!i!cHEetAH`~* on Jan 3, 2011 23:19:47 GMT -5
Raven could see the young colt trying to look up at her large, fuzzy body, looking for something. But for why was beyond her, but she let him go, letting him be. She walked with him, happy that he was feeling better now. She felt the wind blow another sea cold gust at them. She sighed, know is was possibly could get the foal sick badly. She watched him as the foal seemed to be full of happy energy. She walked with him until she hit the slow blending tree line. She stopped the the trees created a wind break strong enough the wind did not bother a feathery piece of fur on her coat. "Here should be fine." She said. She looked at the colt with a warm hearted smile as she spoke. "If you want, you can stay with me as long as you want to." She watched him as she stood there quietly.
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Post by Storeh on Jan 4, 2011 18:52:42 GMT -5
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The embracing acceptance of sheltered whim captivated the airy foal's whimsical dance of stated mind enough for the amythest hued orbs to give grace to majestic canopy that now served them suite. Shaking the silken ivory of mane with a sudden sense of purpose, the paint was without scruples at present with the cold capture of wind successfully evaded for the momentary times. Velveteen muzzle seemed to caress the still beat of earth before delicate ears flickered back to capture the soothing audios that then announced claim upon the folds of fragile form.
With immediate motions, delicate head jerked upward as mind took in the warmth of the genteel mare's smile that she gave him as truth for comfort as the words weighed heavy upon him. As long as he wanted. Would she leave him...like mother did? Youthful mind reeled with the past that was not so far away from him now. Stilts shook with ragged breath as the emotional colt battled his tears once more.
He wanted this more than anything. Raven was far nicer, fairer, then his own dam had every made show to him. Creed never wished to be alone again, that thought by itself was enough to propel the next set of audios from his maw before the foal could easily halt them. 'Where are your wings?' He stood then, face trying to choke back emotions as the paint watched for the answer.
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Post by *~`cHEsHirE!i!cHEetAH`~* on Jan 5, 2011 19:26:22 GMT -5
Raven stood there, almost started by his question. The words echoed in her head. She never thought he'd ask about wings. But at his young age, and his disorientation from his life, he'd probably thought she was an angel. The mare watched the waiting foal as she decided for what to tell him. The mare hated lieing, but telling him the full truth would probably crush the young, unstable colt. At least at the time being. She gave in though as the wait colt stared at her in question. "Their hidden, from normal eyes. No normal horse is allowed to see them." She said, smiling, hoping he'll just go with it.
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