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05-24-2016, 05:14 PM
Larue
She had wandered from her dam’s side. Mother was sweet. Mother was kind. Mother was safe. Mother sang lilting melodies that were pretty and soft and gentle.
In short, mother was boring.
So the little lemony filly wandered, bright eyes round and taking in all of the world. It was so alive, so full of possible trouble and dangers; a jagged rock here and rabbit’s hole there… it was incredible. She loved it. Furry ears perked and swiveled as her long and gangly legs walked a meandering pace following the swinging of her head. Nostrils flared; but it was really her ears and eyes that gave her information about the world. Her scent and taste weren’t that useful, even mother’s rich milk was beginning to lose its sweetness.
Perhaps it was the tartness of her coat; her own body needed a relief from such sourness and so her taste and smell faded. Whatever it was, she didn’t really care. She just relied more on her eyes and ears.
Aquamarine eyes widened even further as the trees grew larger and the forest grew darker. The smallest inkling of apprehension (truly it was fear, but this little filly wouldn’t admit to that) niggled in her small belly. Her steps grew a little less sure— that was until she saw it.
She saw a mare, dark as night and brushed with violet. And blood, bright and red and steaming, spilled around her muzzle that latched onto the deer’s throat. Interest immediately replaced fear, and gangly strides sped up as she approached the bloodthirsty unicorn. “Hey!” her pert, youthful voice rang clearly in the silent forest, “Hey! What’re you doin’?” Perked ears, bright eyes, and the smallest of smirks greeted the older, darker filly.
In short, mother was boring.
So the little lemony filly wandered, bright eyes round and taking in all of the world. It was so alive, so full of possible trouble and dangers; a jagged rock here and rabbit’s hole there… it was incredible. She loved it. Furry ears perked and swiveled as her long and gangly legs walked a meandering pace following the swinging of her head. Nostrils flared; but it was really her ears and eyes that gave her information about the world. Her scent and taste weren’t that useful, even mother’s rich milk was beginning to lose its sweetness.
Perhaps it was the tartness of her coat; her own body needed a relief from such sourness and so her taste and smell faded. Whatever it was, she didn’t really care. She just relied more on her eyes and ears.
Aquamarine eyes widened even further as the trees grew larger and the forest grew darker. The smallest inkling of apprehension (truly it was fear, but this little filly wouldn’t admit to that) niggled in her small belly. Her steps grew a little less sure— that was until she saw it.
She saw a mare, dark as night and brushed with violet. And blood, bright and red and steaming, spilled around her muzzle that latched onto the deer’s throat. Interest immediately replaced fear, and gangly strides sped up as she approached the bloodthirsty unicorn. “Hey!” her pert, youthful voice rang clearly in the silent forest, “Hey! What’re you doin’?” Perked ears, bright eyes, and the smallest of smirks greeted the older, darker filly.
@Cortana LEMON BABY INCOMING
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