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03-10-2015, 09:11 PM
"No, no. I'm sorry, but there's nothing there that could be of any help for you." The newborn meweled in protest at, once again, being denied a meal by a mare that did not have the ability to feed her. It was her hunger and instinct that drove her to search out food from every mare that she came across. So far she'd had no luck and at the rate she was going she would starve before she got a full belly. Shortly after being told no another mare swept onto the scene, making the young girl stare because of her strange coloring. She moved as quickly as she could, stumbling and nearly falling as the purple mare swept her away from Rhoa and Sikeax. Immediately, she went to Meg and pressed herself against the bay mare's side, even as the strange purple mare told her to come and eat. Was her milk the same color? Would she turn that weird color if she drank it? Rather than take the chance and find out, the filly turned and ducked under Meg, choosing to hide rather than drink. Her hiding place beneath Meg, however, did not serve its purpose. She was still visible and Alija was coming closer to her, causing the newborn's ears to fall back against her head. The purple mare spoke, but her words meant little to the girl, who had noticed that the mare was looking at her hurt wing. Her heart pounded in her tiny chest and she bit at Alija then quickly left her hiding place under Megaera. It didn't matter how far away from Alija that she moved, the mare's flames still ingulfed her tiny, mangled wing. Upon seeing it fear gripped the girl and she squealed and scrambled back toward Megaera, her wing flapping as she tried to put out the flames. Wait. It was moving? The girl froze in place, her eyes going to her wing that wasn't mangled anymore, nor was it causing her any pain. She blinked and flexed the tiny appendage, marveling at how it worked. Maybe the weird looking mare wasn't so bad. The girl snorted and looked back to Alija and tentatively stepped forward. If the mare fixed her wing then maybe her milk wouldn't be so bad. Her stomach growled and the foal finally shuffled to Alija's side and began to nurse. "." @[Alija] MORDECAI |
the emptiness that we confess in the dimmest hour of day
in Automatown they make a sound like the low sad moan of prey
in Automatown they make a sound like the low sad moan of prey
