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07-15-2012, 12:38 AM
It was the scent of blood that initially drew the steed to this corner of the forest, blood and other fluids that spoke of birth. He recalled seeing one of the mares amongst the Qian who had been gradually rounding out with pregnancy, and suspected that it was she who had chosen the shadowy embrace of the forest to give birth. As he drew nearer, and individual scents became more noticeable, he was confirmed correct as he recognized the pale mare's scent. Hers and Mirage's and a fresh new scent of young life and another, unfamiliar one.
From betwixt the trees he approached, hemmed in by the trunks and sometimes seeming dwarfed by the plants, other times only seeming all the larger for taking up as much space as he did. Widened pupils caught a glimpse of figures in the pool clearing ahead, and his pace quickened somewhat as his goal came into sight. The sound of his hooves would warn them long before he came into sight, regardless of how much loam coated the ground and softened the paths. He was too big to be quiet, and nor was he trying to be.
He stepped from the forest cover, and stood quietly at the edge of the clearing, watching. The little colt was as pale as his mother, attentive and curious as he took in the strangers that came to welcome him into the world. The mother appeared weary, but enraptured with her new son. She was young herself, not all that many years older than the colt she'd borne. The stranger was a tawny coated mare, streaked in white, and he studied her for a long moment before continuing his observations. Last was Mirage, lovely creature that she was, with Akaith settled upon her back. She was admiring the colt, and he was thoughtful as he watched her. There was a wild moment where his mind produced an image of her with a dark coated foal at side, but he crammed that image down, not entirely comfortable with that idea. Not yet, anyways.
Slowly he drew nearer, approaching around the edge of the pool. At last he reached Mirage's side, aware suddenly of the fact that he dwarfed every single one of the mares, not to mention the tiny foal. It was an awkward sensation, a moment of feeling out of place here, but he ignored it in favor of bending his muzzle to greeting golden dragon and black mare with equal affection, even if the gestures were reserved touches of muzzle to muzzle or muzzle to shoulder. There were worlds of meaning behind the littlest of exchanges.
Then he inclined his head in greeting to the buckskin mare, politely, but spoke no words of greeting though there was curiosity in his golden eyes. At last he turned his attention to mother and son, a small smile crossing his features as he regarded them. "A lad of much promise." He observed, for even he wasn't so ignorant to not realize the strength in a colt who'd gained his feet so solidly so young. The scents of birth had barely faded at all, and already the colt was quietly exploring his surroundings.
From betwixt the trees he approached, hemmed in by the trunks and sometimes seeming dwarfed by the plants, other times only seeming all the larger for taking up as much space as he did. Widened pupils caught a glimpse of figures in the pool clearing ahead, and his pace quickened somewhat as his goal came into sight. The sound of his hooves would warn them long before he came into sight, regardless of how much loam coated the ground and softened the paths. He was too big to be quiet, and nor was he trying to be.
He stepped from the forest cover, and stood quietly at the edge of the clearing, watching. The little colt was as pale as his mother, attentive and curious as he took in the strangers that came to welcome him into the world. The mother appeared weary, but enraptured with her new son. She was young herself, not all that many years older than the colt she'd borne. The stranger was a tawny coated mare, streaked in white, and he studied her for a long moment before continuing his observations. Last was Mirage, lovely creature that she was, with Akaith settled upon her back. She was admiring the colt, and he was thoughtful as he watched her. There was a wild moment where his mind produced an image of her with a dark coated foal at side, but he crammed that image down, not entirely comfortable with that idea. Not yet, anyways.
Slowly he drew nearer, approaching around the edge of the pool. At last he reached Mirage's side, aware suddenly of the fact that he dwarfed every single one of the mares, not to mention the tiny foal. It was an awkward sensation, a moment of feeling out of place here, but he ignored it in favor of bending his muzzle to greeting golden dragon and black mare with equal affection, even if the gestures were reserved touches of muzzle to muzzle or muzzle to shoulder. There were worlds of meaning behind the littlest of exchanges.
Then he inclined his head in greeting to the buckskin mare, politely, but spoke no words of greeting though there was curiosity in his golden eyes. At last he turned his attention to mother and son, a small smile crossing his features as he regarded them. "A lad of much promise." He observed, for even he wasn't so ignorant to not realize the strength in a colt who'd gained his feet so solidly so young. The scents of birth had barely faded at all, and already the colt was quietly exploring his surroundings.
