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11-24-2015, 09:18 PM
Tiberius had yet to meet another foal. To see the small body of another his age instantly livened him with excitement. He giddily advances towards his newly found comrade, excited squeals leaving his velvet lips. There was something different about this foal, though. As he grew closer and closer, he could see that this foal was more like his mother then father- a filly. He moved towards her quickly, his gait an awkward amble between a quick canter and a trot.
When the boy finds himself close enough to the filly, he halts (it is far from graceful, but it gets the job done). He notices the wings on her flanks, but they look different then his own. Her wings are made of a hard material, and they do not look as flexible as the boy's. Tiberius' wings are a coppery color whereas her's are the color of wood. He does not realize that she is not a pegasus, but in fact a unicorn. Her head is alabaster, a creamy perfection. There are intricate designs tracing the sharp and subtle curves of her cranium, dancing along the edges of her cheeks and eyes and snout. Her eyes are green, though they are not the same green as his. Hers are a solid, undoubtedly green, whereas his are a light green that fades to a golden yellow towards his black pupils. Her whispy mane is dark, a black-to-green fade, he has little doubts that it'll grow into a long and beautiful mane. His own crest is decorated with wispy hair, but his are black-to-cream. Her tail is regular. His tail is leonine. He is slightly smaller then she is, and he figures she is slightly older then himself.
"I Tiberius," He offers, his childish speech still not fully developed. "Or Tib," he adds on casually, offering her his self-made nickname. Her laughing does not diminish and what he believes is asked out of curiosity, is an unusual question. How does she not know what snow is? Isn't snow everywhere? In fact, Tiberius has only ever seen landscapes with snow, never once leaving the northern parts of Helovia. "It snow!" He giggled, dropping his snout into a patch of snow and tossing it about, his own type of play. "Who you?" He proceeded to ask, stopping playing while doing so. On his flanks, his wings flapped up and down (most likely from excitability). He moved slightly closer to her, a friendly smile plastered on his small lips.
When the boy finds himself close enough to the filly, he halts (it is far from graceful, but it gets the job done). He notices the wings on her flanks, but they look different then his own. Her wings are made of a hard material, and they do not look as flexible as the boy's. Tiberius' wings are a coppery color whereas her's are the color of wood. He does not realize that she is not a pegasus, but in fact a unicorn. Her head is alabaster, a creamy perfection. There are intricate designs tracing the sharp and subtle curves of her cranium, dancing along the edges of her cheeks and eyes and snout. Her eyes are green, though they are not the same green as his. Hers are a solid, undoubtedly green, whereas his are a light green that fades to a golden yellow towards his black pupils. Her whispy mane is dark, a black-to-green fade, he has little doubts that it'll grow into a long and beautiful mane. His own crest is decorated with wispy hair, but his are black-to-cream. Her tail is regular. His tail is leonine. He is slightly smaller then she is, and he figures she is slightly older then himself.
"I Tiberius," He offers, his childish speech still not fully developed. "Or Tib," he adds on casually, offering her his self-made nickname. Her laughing does not diminish and what he believes is asked out of curiosity, is an unusual question. How does she not know what snow is? Isn't snow everywhere? In fact, Tiberius has only ever seen landscapes with snow, never once leaving the northern parts of Helovia. "It snow!" He giggled, dropping his snout into a patch of snow and tossing it about, his own type of play. "Who you?" He proceeded to ask, stopping playing while doing so. On his flanks, his wings flapped up and down (most likely from excitability). He moved slightly closer to her, a friendly smile plastered on his small lips.
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