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05-28-2013, 03:45 PM
 I loved you then, and I love you now
Zike breathed in the musky scent of the forest air; dirt, moss, and water, flooded his nose adding to shear fear and loniliness he felt there. Shadows danced and swept across the forest floor then shot up tree before disappearing into the shallow slivers of light that managed to peak through the thick canopy of tree limbs and leaves over head. The young brute's multicolored eyes shifted uneasily from bush to bush, fearing any moment a creature might pop out and get him. Your foolish for ever even coming here he told himself as his dark silhouette slid through the foliage and debris of the landscape. The cool air sent chills down his spine every time a breeze hit the colt's bodice. His small striped hooves left little hoof imprints in the dark, moist soil. The colt himself wasn't very big, in fact he was tiny for a two year old, only a little over 14 hands. While most colts had developed their muscling and size by now, Zike still had the body of yearling. His chest sunk in and there was no highlights of shading from muscle. Several of the paint's ribs showed and his hip jutted out from underneath his silky baby pelt. His head still showed the convex and curves of a foal and his ears were even more innocent with baby fuzz poking out of them. His eyes. Perhaps his most striking feature. The right side was a dark jade green with the whites carefully hidden, while the left was a bright enchanting blue, with shimmers of light sparkling throughout it and a thick black line encompassing it. His pelt was a very saturated grulla with many overo patches speckled across his delicate frame and pinkening around his muzzle and underbelly from over exposure of sun. The grulla colt walked down a small narrow path that seemed to be cut out from the foliage and over growth of the forest floor. Perhaps another equine had traveled in earlier clearing it out. Zike's nostrils widened trying to find an earlier scent but his young nose did not have the skills to pick it up, if there even was one. A small whine, more of yelp, escaped his lips in sheer desperation. It felt like he had been walking for ages, and the terrain all looked the same more and more trees. How he wished for his mother side to be close for him right now. But it wasn't and never would be again, ever. A tear rolled down the colts cheek and down his jaw as an image of his mother mutilate dead corpse came to mind. Her fragile chestnut body not even recognizable. She had told him to run maybe if he hadn't... No. He could not blame himself, he couldn't. "Wolves," he grumbled allowed trying to maintain his composure. Then again there was no one here why should he? His father had ran him and his mother off for no reason and his mother had been killed. What foal could handle that? He let it out. He cried. He cried for the first time since the happening of any of this. He couldn't handle it any longer. Tears clogged his vision turning the forest into a blur of different greens. He cried for his mom, he cried for hatred of his father, but most of all he cried for himself. Once the tears seized he realized how thirsty he really was. He couldn't remember the last time he had stopped for a drink. This morning? No. Yesterday? Maybe. The colt ears flicked forward as the scent of pure water slipped by his nose. His long gangly legs moved towards the wonderful scent keeping a steady moving trot. A small smile crossed the colt's lips seeing the creek up ahead as well as some sunlight. Zike stepped into the creek his front feet covered and his hind end up on the bank. Cool, crisp water slipped down his throat hitting his belly and quenching his thirst. Zike's reflection stared at him from the water it's eerie eyes following his. Suddenly the colts head shot up from the water like a scared deer. ![[Image: FJVE5Mz.png]](http://i.imgur.com/FJVE5Mz.png) ![[Image: ikl6gvs.png]](http://i.imgur.com/ikl6gvs.png) |
