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Much Too Bold || Open - Demetrie - 01-07-2013 I was little my Mamma told me, and she also told me I was much to bold. She said I had to watch out and not get to bold. She had been gentle when she said these things. I knew she liked my spirit, and I told Mamma I liked my spirit to. She had always whinnied when I said that. We were heading back to the herd. She explained how she had to leave to have me in privacy. She wanted me all for herself, and I knew it. My young and naive brain knew nothing. I told her I had learnt a lot already, but she always said I had more to learn. The sun was high and shining.The wind gave a nice cool feel. I had took off and crow hopped and galloped for a long time. They had been wobbly the first day, but they felt firm and strong now. I had been leaping for some time. Then I saw something new. It had been brown and it had white dots on it's back. The animal had big floppy ears and big black eyes. Then there was another with it. This one had two pointing things that spread with more pointy things. It was my size with really thin legs. I got closer to try to nose it up, but it didn't like that and both sprinted off. I tried following them, but I didn't realize I had gotten farther from my Mamma and deeper into the woods. My pride was now wounded. I lost my Mamma and I didn't know where I was going. My heart started thundering in my chest. My little lost body in this forest. I tried calling my Mamma now. "Mamma? Mamma!" Only the wind answered my calls. My Mamma was no where to be seen. My nerves tensed up and I got scared quickly. I wanted my lips sucking in her warm milk. I almost ached for it. I knew some things, and one of those things were that I needed a Mamma. I perked my ears forward hearing hoof beats. "Mamma! Mamma!" Still only the wind accompanied my hopeless calls. Although my legs weren't wobbly they were worn out. I lay down. I was tired and I ached for milk. Sleep beat my hunger as my eyes shut closed. A vivid replay of the events replayed in my head. "Curiosity is good." Her realistic voice playing in my young head. "Just don't get too bold." It was to late for that. Then her voice came on angered. "FOOLISH COLT!" Just like that my dream ended and I longed to wake up from this boring dreamless sleep. Finally my eyes woke up. No Mamma stood over me. I was breathing very hard and my limbs felt like jell-o. I still lay there. In hopes. My puddle of hopes would vanish soon. I was just a mess. I missed my Mamma very much. I longed for her. I turned my cranium to see a horse. My vision was still blurred by little nap. As my vision cleared I could see this horse. I guessed my Mamma was forever gone. I would then have to cling on to this horse. RE: Much Too Bold || Open - Slaiter - 01-07-2013
RE: Much Too Bold || Open - Demetrie - 01-07-2013 [size=small]My eyelids flutter completely and I can focus on this horse. He smelt wild yet pleasing to my small muzzle. The shades of blue in my short growing horns merged and shifted. I let out a whinny as he walks closer to my laying frame. He let his cranium drop closer to me. His warm breath dancing through and over my Snow White body. He is beautiful in my eyes. He has a horn like me, but it curls back and pierces into his cheek. The end of the horn sticks out of his mouth like one fang. I open and close my maw, clacking my teeth showing all the respect my body could give. My dark blue orbs watch him. His coat is a light gold color with dark legs and a dark muzzle. I am happy to have someone with me, but I miss my Mamma. "I c-cant f-find my Mamma." My soft voice was pitiful and scared. I lift my head slightly and just look at him. I didn't know where she was. My voice had wavered and shaken. My heart was crippled by the pain and scared behavior of losing my Mamma. I wanted her now, but I couldn't have her. I didn't know where she was or if she was even looking for me. Everything was a blur. I had just lost the only family I knew and great longing crossed me. I stayed looking at the stallion. I wasn't even totally sure of my name. It came and went. I realized I knew almost nothing. My name, lots of animals, plants, and this place. It seemed pretty, but I was too focused on losing my mom to scan the beautiful scenery. I didn't say much to this stallion. I was already slightly quiet and beginning to be shy. I was just a small filly and him a stallion. Where were all the other horses? Where was all the life? I decided to break the eery silence. "I am..." I took a moment to think about her name. "...Demetrie." There it was. It was a pretty name and I was slightly fond of it. I decided I should stand up. This part was the hardest for me. I had trouble balancing and often had to try twice. My front half was lifted very easily, but my hind legs weren't very strong. After a moment I was standing. I just looked at the stallion. I wanted to grow up and be strong and pretty like him. I smiled at him, but it was filled with pain and sadness. RE: Much Too Bold || Open - Lynx - 01-08-2013
RE: Much Too Bold || Open - Demetrie - 01-09-2013 After I stood up, he quickly lifted his hoof and drew an animal in the ground. I had no idea what is was. I had never seen an animal such as this. It had pointy ears and fur. It had a few spot's on it's back. It had for legs. I waited politely until he finished his drawing. I took a moment and admired it. Then I thought of what it could be. Why was he drawing it anyways? "U-uh. Ummm. Spots?" She took a while and thought some more. "Spots. You are Spots?" I liked the way the name sounded. I was sure that was his name, but I didn't understand why he didn't just talk. I didn't even know that someone's senses could be gone. I didn't know much. "Spots, do you care to know my hi-soreh?" (Hi-so-we) When I said history it came out funny and distorted. My young voice unable to enunciate. For a moment I forgot the loss of my mom and was content. That was short lived and my features burrowed. "I lost my Mamma, ah-and I don't know my Papa! S-she wan away. I actuwie did, and I wost her/" I wanted help, but Lynx.. also known as Spots, knew better and he probably knew the mare was out of Demetrie's life. My young age could be estimated through my voice. Thoughts came out right, but my words didn't. Scrambled some would say. Yes, perfect! My voice is scrambled eggs! I just now looked at him. My pale coat was white and bright. I was lost. Perfect prey. Discombobulated mind. I looked at his hoof drawn picture. I wanted to know things, but I knew few words. I had always believed in a perfect God who could freeze time and be active. He'd be powerful, stocky, arrogant, but lovable. He could find my Mamma, but he didn't know what was happening. I look up and whinny as loudly as I could. I snorted to the clouds that the trees blocked. I knew it was hopeless because such a powerful god was busy attending to.. things. I still wanted him here. He could be sitting on his Ageless ass attending to nothing, and it'd be more useful then a little filly like me. Still, my dark eyes looked up. I looked back at Spots and still made no move to speak or communicate. I just wanted comfort. I thought he could provide it and moved closer to home. How wonderful it felt to be near another horse again. RE: Much Too Bold || Open - Lynx - 01-11-2013
RE: Much Too Bold || Open - Demetrie - 01-12-2013 He moved next to me and I looked with big azure eyes. My small body next to his large frame gave me over all comfort. Shortly after standing there together, he sings, but not totally. I doesn't know what the action is called, but it is pleasant to my ears. I flick one side ways so it points to him. I can hear the chords so easily. I still wonder if he could mumble his words. The song fills my ears and I find an urge to do this singing thing with him. I do not. I didn't know this song, and I would get notes wrong, but I wanted to very badly. I do not interrupt him once. I stand with him there. Enjoying his tune. I lean closer to him. My body fits in the curves of his. The gold stag reached great comfort inside me. Pleasant and gentle. He nipped at my mane lovingly and comforted my. I took a liking to him instantly. I had only ever known my dam. She had been sweet, but I wasn't really sure what sweet was? I didn't know what mean was either. After he had mumbled his song a while I could make out the notes. I tried humming along. Softly. Yes, indeed. I mumbled softly also. My head was held slightly high, and my little stub horns were also curving high and straight. In a way I feel sorry for him. His horn wasn't fancy like mine would be. It was straight and high like my Mamma's. It was a unique shape. It was a backwards 'C'. Then disappeared into his cheek. Finally, it ended coming out of his dark lips. It was unusual and it looked painful. I wasn't the least disgusted however. I took joy in having company other than my Mamma. I had finally met someone. I smiled at him while still mumbling. I didn't want to talk or ramble. It didn't seem right then. I had already been scolded a few times recently. I had a dream that ended with a horrible empty sleep. I still ached for my Mamma's milk, but I didn't want to see her anymore. I realized she had scolded me from my curiosity.. I didn't think that was all that cool. My little feeble voiced barely mumbled now. What was this called? Was it a game? I looked around me and continued this game.. RE: Much Too Bold || Open - Lynx - 01-30-2013
RE: Much Too Bold || Open - Demetrie - 01-30-2013 He stopped his lull and we stood for a moment. It was quiet, but the silence was filled with comfort and happiness. I wanted the croon flowing to my ears, but I didn't ask for it. My vibrant orbs darted around the scene as he left my side. He started walking away. I didn't dare open my maw, but I was confused. My heart ceased to beat and froze, but he stopped and turned his cranium back to me. I calmed down and joined him by his side as he flicked his head motioning me. My little steps were getting more stable as the days had passed. My tiara added a gentle look to me. We looked into a scary trail. The trees could easily reach for our coats and mark us with our blood. The low hanging vines could tickle us itchy. The twigs would move and jerk making me fall to the floor. Who even knows what animals lay in there? Whatever did want me to go in there, only wanted it so they could eat us for dinner. I had only known of a few things and my Mamma always told me stories of scary creatures. One story was of an ebony bird that swoops down low and bites at the backs of various horses. Some others were boars, monsters, pointy things, stabby things, and a lot more. "D-d-down there?" I looked back to the trail. Fear welled up behind my eyes instead of tears. I nuzzled up very close to Spots. I was scared and almost trembling. Little me wasn't the bravest little horse. Stay strong... My little thoughts kept me from exposing this awful fear. I had no idea if Spots could sense it or not, but I knew that I had tried masking it. I hated fear, and I hated when it creeped inside my veins and lived in my marrow. It stalked my heart. It talked through my orbs and lusted through my hooves. Everywhere. There was also happiness now though. I was with this stag and that had been great. I wasn't alone, nor scared of him. I actually was quite fond of his burdened horn. It made him stand out. A beacon in a pool of black. "Spots, do w-we go down there?" Obviously she was younger than a yearling. Her voice quivered and shook. RE: Much Too Bold || Open - Lynx - 02-02-2013
RE: Much Too Bold || Open - Demetrie - 02-05-2013 He nudged and nibbled me lovingly. I let a soft bugle tower out of my lips. We stood for a moment. Comfort threatened away fear as a lull breached his muzzle and floated around. He took a few steps forward, and all I could do was follow. There was no way I would stay here alone. My Mamma was back there, and I dearly wanted her, but all the scolding made me want to scoff. I quickly skittered to Spots' side and looked into his eyes. I didn't look up, I didn't look down, I didn't look to the side, I only looked at him. A soft sigh dedicated from her chest to her throat then into the air indicates a relaxed or relaxing me, perhaps my worried threats have passed. So this is where she chooses her fate and path? Well what if she choose the wrong path? Could she switch paths later? Would she even like this stranger after some time passed? I being me, the scared little filly I am, squished tightly into Spots. His body warmth was comforting and tickled my sides. His lull dragged in my ears, but I am happy it did. I forgot about the scary path. I hummed with him, but I was soft and he knew the notes. This wasn't my mom, but I ached for succulent milk. I nickered softly, trying to get the rhythmic vibe, but I was out of tune and... out of whack. "Spots, were are we gowing?" I whispered quietly trying not to be to rude when interrupting his song. I whispered, but while doing so I tried matching his notes, but it failed miserably. My voice was flat than sharp. He was an octave lower when she went higher. Messy mess, but I loved humming with him. RE: Much Too Bold || Open - Lynx - 02-07-2013
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