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Belatedly, he realises that there's something odd trickling from his right shoulder. He turns his delicate little muzzle towards it, poking and prodding it curiously before recoiling at the queer sensation of it. He looks to his sister, then to the two larger horses stood nearby, bleating a confused question up at them. The largest of the two - mother - touches the rapidly-crusting lava with a wing, and the colt looks beseechingly up at her in demand of an explanation. Instinct and nature tells him that she's to be trusted - she is life-giver, and the scent of her flares up a warm notion of comfort inside him. There's hunger, too, and he decides he should probably try to address that fairly soon. His eyes snap down towards the ground next to his sister, where various plants have sprouted as if from nowhere. With his confusion now thoroughly piqued, the colt returns her touch then whinnies a small question at her - shall we stand? It seems like a fantastic idea, if daunting. Standing up might alleviate some of the discomfort from the sand, though, and that makes the colt's mind up. He doesn't like this bright, noisy new world, but if he's going to be forced to live in it then he intends to at least follow the rumbling pangs inside his belly. So, with a glance at his sister as though asking for permission - he doesn't like the idea of doing anything before she does, he'd much rather just follow and have the decisions made for him - the lava-marked boy folds his spindly legs beneath him and tries to lift up onto them. For a moment he's successful, and he beams triumphantly up at his parents, before gravity snatches him straight back into a crumbled heap. After emitting another squeal of disgust, the colt tries for a second attempt, helicoptering his long, tufty tail behind him like a rudder. It fails, and he tumbles once again. "Ahhh," he bellows, his anger and frustration rising - the drying lava on his shoulder cracks as a fresh tide of it comes pouring through, and suddenly he's blinking swiftly as it dribbles down his face from his cracked horns, too. This is most perturbing, and he looks to his twin to see if she's having any more luck with conquering gravity. |
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October road - by Isopia - 05-31-2017, 08:58 AM
RE: October road - by Volterra - 05-31-2017, 01:44 PM
RE: October road - by Isopia - 05-31-2017, 01:50 PM
RE: October road - by Otem - 05-31-2017, 01:58 PM
RE: October road - by Vulkán - 05-31-2017, 02:14 PM
RE: October road - by Volterra - 05-31-2017, 02:28 PM
RE: October road - by Isopia - 05-31-2017, 02:36 PM
RE: October road - by Otem - 05-31-2017, 02:41 PM
RE: October road - by Vulkán - 05-31-2017, 03:02 PM
RE: October road - by Volterra - 05-31-2017, 03:12 PM
RE: October road - by Isopia - 05-31-2017, 03:27 PM
RE: October road - by Otem - 05-31-2017, 03:31 PM
RE: October road - by Astarot - 05-31-2017, 04:21 PM
RE: October road - by Vulkán - 06-01-2017, 12:41 PM
RE: October road - by Volterra - 06-01-2017, 01:09 PM
RE: October road - by Otem - 06-01-2017, 02:24 PM
RE: October road - by Isopia - 06-01-2017, 02:30 PM
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