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08-06-2016, 06:33 PM
Rhun
Darkness; warmth; pressure; muted sounds. This was his life - until suddenly it was not. Familiar sensations gave way to unfamiliar, the darkness lifting, though the warmth nearly remained. The pressure was gone and the sounds...everything was so loud. A cool breeze chilled his wet coat and the colt's face twisted in displeasure, though the curiosity in his breast was a stronger driving force. Cracking open his crimson eyes, he saw, for the first time, everything.
The sky, the earth, mother, father. Sister. Sister was next to him, as she had always been, pressed up against him. It felt like home, so he stayed near her, but...his legs weren't...doing. Why weren't they doing? They needed to DO! A grunt of supreme anger at his inability to move like he wanted escaped his tiny muzzle and the male child continued to struggle for a short while before giving up. This...whatever he was on held fast, unlike the before. Gravity would be a lesson of which he would soon learn more.
Voices, voices he knew were murmuring nearby and the comfort of that noise calmed his riled little form until a strong voice said a word that made him search for the source: Rhun.
Rhun.
The large black one (father?) was staring at him as he said it and Rhun felt...warm, inside. That was him. The dark one was speaking of him. He was Rhun. And sister was...what had the light one (mother?) said? Eleanor? Ellie? Sister was that. And speaking of, sister began to move, finally, leaving him here on the ground. Rhun didn't like that and tried to follow her, but his legs still wouldn't do like they were supposed to. He didn't understand it was because he was moving them all at once; the younger sibling watched Ellie try one leg at a time and saw how it worked for her - but then she fell back down and he laughed. The sound was a quiet little chuckle, short, low, a reflection of what sort of man he'd grow up to be.
Thrusting one leg out at a time as Ellie had done, the meatier child hauled himself up on his appendages and spread them wide to keep better balance, managing to stand, trembling, for some time. The world was strange from this angle, and he dared not move for fear of falling like sister had. With a little bit of smugness, he looked down at Ellie. He was doing better. Ha.
