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06-03-2012, 12:26 PM
Varath:
Varath, a few days old now, was wild and practically uncontrollable. Though he still relied on his mother, he was vastly independent and enjoyed exploring everything. The two eyed colt tumbled around on long, gangly legs, black and crimson tail straight in the air with pride. Despite the fact that he was independent, he found himself very close to his brother. Vadim was a comfort to him, and he appreciate the company.
Often, Varath would stare and envy his brother's blue, unique markings, but then he looked at his reflection and would admire the silver and crimson qualities of his irises. The pair had quite a frightening appearance together. That afternoon in the Foothills, as his mother called it, he had just woken up from a nap and sought out his brother. He had the sudden urge to prank someone, but he did not know whom. "Vadim!" he called in a small voice of a child. "Vadim!"
Vadim:
He was the predator and he was stalking his prey. The little grey colt crept along as silently as he could behind his prey. Wherever there was a bush or a tree he would dive behind it and hide so he wouldn't be seen. When his attack came it would be unexpected. He would make his prey, who just so happened to be his brother, scream like a scared little filly.
"Vadim! Vadim!"
His ears lowered against his head and he tried to shrink down into nothing behind the bush he was using as cover. He could just barely see Varath, but he knew that his brother wasn't looking at him. His short, fuzzy tail wiggled back and forth excitedly as he decided that Varath didn't know he was there.
Vadim waited only a few seconds more before charging out from behind the bush with a ferocious roar. ."Raaaaahhhhhhhh!" Whether or not Varath or anyone listening thought it was frightening or ferocious was up to them, but Vadim thought he was damn scary.
Varath, a few days old now, was wild and practically uncontrollable. Though he still relied on his mother, he was vastly independent and enjoyed exploring everything. The two eyed colt tumbled around on long, gangly legs, black and crimson tail straight in the air with pride. Despite the fact that he was independent, he found himself very close to his brother. Vadim was a comfort to him, and he appreciate the company.
Often, Varath would stare and envy his brother's blue, unique markings, but then he looked at his reflection and would admire the silver and crimson qualities of his irises. The pair had quite a frightening appearance together. That afternoon in the Foothills, as his mother called it, he had just woken up from a nap and sought out his brother. He had the sudden urge to prank someone, but he did not know whom. "Vadim!" he called in a small voice of a child. "Vadim!"
Vadim:
He was the predator and he was stalking his prey. The little grey colt crept along as silently as he could behind his prey. Wherever there was a bush or a tree he would dive behind it and hide so he wouldn't be seen. When his attack came it would be unexpected. He would make his prey, who just so happened to be his brother, scream like a scared little filly.
"Vadim! Vadim!"
His ears lowered against his head and he tried to shrink down into nothing behind the bush he was using as cover. He could just barely see Varath, but he knew that his brother wasn't looking at him. His short, fuzzy tail wiggled back and forth excitedly as he decided that Varath didn't know he was there.
Vadim waited only a few seconds more before charging out from behind the bush with a ferocious roar. ."Raaaaahhhhhhhh!" Whether or not Varath or anyone listening thought it was frightening or ferocious was up to them, but Vadim thought he was damn scary.
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