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Post by Storeh on Jan 5, 2011 19:41:30 GMT -5
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The thin folds of delicate ears whipped forth as soon as the words were spoken into the self-created silence that now embraced everything lingering hint of pronunciation. A fragile smile captured each lighten feature of his own maw as it seemed to be without equal that offered the answer. Wings! Hidden wings! So, the mare just was as the young foal had thought, an angel, sent from the heavens above to save him from the destiny he did not wish to bear.
Without another mention, or warning, he closed the gap between their forms, nuzzling his velveteen hued muzzle into the warmth of Raven's fur, sides exhaling with happiness that was not forthcoming to his own senses. Purple captured orbs fluttered shut, tightening as he nosed more passionately into this angels pelting. Words offered themselves then, the soft audios barely able to be caught.
'I love you,' The three uttered words were heavily surfaced into the surrounding air, dimming his own light as he fully understood there meaning. They had never been given properly to him, just muttered to his dam though she never returned their kind calls. The warmth that he felt from this angel was the thing he imagined was what was love. Though the paint Creed was young and ignorant, he wanted to give name to what he felt, with wondering upon new perspective.
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Post by *~`cHEsHirE!i!cHEetAH`~* on Jan 5, 2011 19:53:38 GMT -5
The mare couldn't help feel compassionate to the young foal. It hasn't been long, and he already felt like her own. She leaned her neck down, curling it to him. "I love you too, little one." She spoke softly, feeling him snuggle to her fuzzy fur. The mare enjoyed his company already. Though unstable, the foal was sweet and loving, who longed for care and love as well. She smiled and stood there quietly, glad she met the little foal. Though raised to be pampered and to be heartless by humans, she actually showed to be a big, lovable horse of a teddy bear, and obliviously, she didn't act as a pampered horse, even for arriving here during the summer. She stood happily, letting he caring self go for the foal's sake.
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Post by Storeh on Jan 5, 2011 20:04:48 GMT -5
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The very idle suggestions of the genteel mare's spoke sentence made the world pause to cradle the warmth of sheltered embrace. Creed's own mind hung upon the ending line, hooked with almost rapturous trance that she had returned the emotional compassion that the foal had bore forth with little more than the nessisary simplicity it was meant to be harbored with. To be in comfort of another equine who seemed to be fatefully attached to his inkling soul was enough to make whimsical dreaming seem solid enough as if to have taken on life.
Leaning into the embrace that was giving him entirely new offering, the little withering heart swelled as mind churned with thoughts of sleep. Days had passed without the offering of such splendor, through his being ached with deprivation, mind shocked self to core with the realization of fitful dreaming. If this was just a fit of pure imagination, the painted colt never wished to wake!
Battling the heaviness of lids, thick lashes sprung open as the patchwork youngster stifled the yawn at the edge of his throat, seeming to unconsciously snuggle closer thought the clouded mind protested slightly such a thing. No! It screamed. You must now fall into dreaming, for falling into dream means facing reality. So, instead, he turned to look past the towering form of mare, to the entrance of sheltered places, watching the cascading snow as he thought up a million questions to ask, though never did the the small foal's voice leave to part maw.
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Post by *~`cHEsHirE!i!cHEetAH`~* on Jan 5, 2011 20:42:08 GMT -5
Raven felt foal leave her body slightly to look somewhere. She looked down at the young foal as he she saw him look past her, to the entrance which it had began to snow. The mare looked back to the foal. She studied the young thing who called himself Creed. He was tall, almost too tall to move the snow to eat the withered grass beneath. He's pale purple reminded the youngish mare of light amethyst. She saw his patchwork coat of white, tanish coloring with black points, and she knew he was going to be like his coat to help him get though his rough patch of his life. The mare felt sadden about the young foal's past and she almost tempted to want find this dam of his with figure out what was in her head to why she didn't want Creed.
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Post by Storeh on Jan 5, 2011 21:54:36 GMT -5
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The suggestion of opposition moved to cloud the depths of the foal's seemingly shallow conscious, moving with underlined focus to subject mind to the own reminders of the days that tolerantly had been brushed by this encounter. A cold realization of shiver wormed its way with motion down to the very ends of his patched pelt, embedding themselves to crawl with icy fingers into hooked expanse of pelting. Frozen slightly with knees locked, gears pressed hard to gather needed answer from self as all was taken by slightly, muffled in thought with memories peppered to view.
Raw muscles scraped with tension as Creed took a step back, neck craned to nearly tuck the delicately narrow head to fine chest as eyes cast themselves downward. Heart picked up pace to announce frantic beats, faltering for a moment as the pace strained to be set with conflicting pairs of emotion set aside even momentarily. He had disobeyed, had he not? His mother had told him to stay put. Not to move. Yet, she had never said she was to return. After long days, he had moved, had he not? He had been desperate to find her. Cold. Alone. Yet...he disobeyed.
The realization was as if a stone to the head of the foal as he moved to the entrance, convincing himself of this wrong as well as the angel's confidence of dreaming status. She would simply return to the heavens, yes? Wings would extend. Yes, all would be good. All would be good for the mare. He turned to the snow, shivering already, though the cold did not reach the damp coat that was already fevered with sweat. Punishment for what he had done.
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Post by *~`cHEsHirE!i!cHEetAH`~* on Jan 6, 2011 20:42:11 GMT -5
Raven walked with the foal now, closely, and confused. "What are you doing?" She asked innocently, watching him with her confused crystalline light teal eyes. The mare kept herself close to the young foal as she waited for Creed's answer. She was honestly confused from his happiness and to sudden sadness. She was just so confused with him right now. The mare could feel the crisp cold air whip around her, and she knew he had to be colder than she was. Her hair, from the fuzzy fur to the long silky man and tail, to the flowing feathers at her feet, whipped in the wind because of the winds making the sea breeze com from the ocean and making the snow fall and pick back up just to land again, like a broke toy airplane.
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Post by Storeh on Jan 7, 2011 19:19:02 GMT -5
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The overwhelming sensation of splintered thoughts was enough to make Creed's mind freeze once more into place with little to offer as explanation that would be enough to satisfy the turmoil playing itself out in his mind. There were so many ways that he could mess all of this up, though he knew that he had a chose to make...as well as it had to be made soon. Where did his allegances lie?
The precious collection of moments he had shared with Raven were so dear to him that already his heart clung to them without any show of the sort to anything in relation to his own birth dam. Not a scrap of compassion was felt, just guilt for if she were looking for him. Though, then what would happen to him? She would just continue her abuse of his form, neglect, most likely just leave him alone once more in the dead of winter to meet his fate...one worse than simple lonliness.
The shaking of his patchwork pelt was a mixture of many things now, including that of the strained cold. Mind snapped into place as he immediately returned to her side, nuzzling deep in the folds of golden fur. Today, indeed, a choice had been made. 'I never want to let you go...'
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Post by *~`cHEsHirE!i!cHEetAH`~* on Jan 9, 2011 21:23:00 GMT -5
The mare turned her short neck back to look at the foal. Raven looked at the colt with sadden eyes, but turned them, hopefully, before he saw them into her normal happy self. The poor colt called Creed was so messed up from what his biological mother did to him. But he already seem to become repaired as she stood there with him for these short time. She knew he'd get better fast. He seemed to adapt already, better than most and colts stallions she seen in her life time. The mare could reach him with her short neck, but she knew looking at the young foal was enough. "I never said you have to. And you don't have to if you do not want to go, Creed." She said, speaking his name in her light hearted, happy tone.
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