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12-21-2014, 10:57 PM
I'll carry you on my shoulders, never set you down.
Ferry you through the coldness, never let you down. Suddenly the shared body heat seeps into her side and quickly her heart picks up in a faster more natural rhythm. She is cradled, the mare's body is curled around her own delicate frame, and ever so gently a voice singe out to her soul. It is not the voice of her mother, but it is enough to wake the little girl up from her daze. Bright blue eyes blink, and stare up at the mothering figure around her. And then her nose took in the scents that the mare carried with her, it was not the same...but it was similar...it was food, warmth...safty. Wide eyed, she stares at the one who had found her, blinking a few times to keep the mare in focus as the sun sank away into nothingness behind them. A gentle and weak bleat leave her mouth as the filly leans forward to mussel against the warmth and inhale the smell as quickly as she could. In her mind the smell promised a full belly and safety. More warmth filled her as the mother moves at a brisk pace, and more warmth fills her. It seems that her tiny body is greedy, that the more touches the mother offers, the more the filly wants. the more she needs. Her heart rate peaks up, breaths coming in a more natural pattern and the shock slowly begins to leave her mind, allowing the small girl to think about what she needed. Yet it was not without guidance, she can tell that the mother is urging her to stand. So slowly with what little strength remains, the filly begins to raise herself up. It is not an immediate success. Twice she falls and looks up at the one who found her for support. The gently coos in the hymn is all the encouragement she needs, yet more if given to her through gentle tugging and propping on the mare's part. The filly loves the gentle touches, soaking them in, wanting more, accepting every little prod she gets. Finally she finds her feet and stand proudly before the mare, her tiny eyes bright with pride in her achievements. Her stomach grumbles so the filly slowly edges towards her food, it is calling to her. With every breath the desire to feed builds, eventually after a slow progression, Ráeru suckles a teat. She is greedy and could probably be a little more gentle in her feeding but hunger takes over, she needs this milk to stay alive. Instinct has taken over. "." |
