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07-13-2016, 09:13 PM
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The little filly stumbled into the lands of Helovia, large wings slightly opened to help her keep her balance. From her dark mouth came a loud cry. "Mother! Father! I want you back!" The blue roan wanted her mother, her father. Her herd. Her teal eyes were wide with fright as she stumbled around. White edged wings were unable to fly, due to having never been taught. Finding a tree, the blue roan filly wandered over to the tree and collapsed underneath it. She curled her legs under her wings and nestled her head on top of one of her large wings as tears began to leave her eyes. She missed her old life, with her parents and herd. They had been taken from her brutally, and she had seen things no filly should ever had to have seen. Her parents, ripped apart by wolves. Her pink nose was moved from on top of her wing to rest underneath. Tucked into her primaries were a few feathers from those of her parents, something to remember them by. The blue roan sniffled, closing her eyes as she shifted slightly. Her large wings made the perfect blanket for the young filly, keeping her safe and warm underneath the long dark grey and white feathers. She nestled herself underneath the feathers, vowing to keep herself under this tree under her blanket of feathers until someone came to find her. If someone came to protect her. To take her in as their own and teach her to fly for the first time. She walks. | "She talks." | She thinks. |
