It was a rather spectacular day, in Yol's fine opinion. The sky was so berry blue, the clouds so cotton white, all fluffy and lovely it made the colt want to wiggle in joy, leap and prance and jump and rear and buck and dance like the yearling he was. It was his first winter, and he loved it. His coat was fluffy, tail still awkward-scraggly, his brown eyes bright amidst his warm gray face. Where were all the other foals who wanted to play? Yol wanted, oh how he longed, to fly. But it was difficult, and a mare had told him a while back it wasn't very safe to be flying on cold days, for ice gathering on your wings and made you plummet to the ground. Awful! The young gray Percheron could not imagine crashing into the ground, listen to your bones break...
Whump! Yol tripped over his feet, landing in a snowdrift with a fantastic spray of white exploding into the air. Cold white danced over him, tingled on his nose and filled his ears. "A-ah-achoooooooooo!" With a disgruntled second sneeze, Yol struggled his way to the top of the snow, where he stood, chest-high. With some huge leaps assisted by his wings, he made his way to the tree, where the snow was a little less deep and plush.
snow children (foals?)
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11-03-2012, 09:56 AM
11-04-2012, 02:30 PM
Mystique was never the loud type. She was more shy and laid back then anything. She never had other foals to play with. She longed for a friend though, oh how she would love to meet another foal to play with. With this new wet stuff that was as white as the clouds on a clear bright day. It was like a roll of cotton that was freshly lane all along the Throat. It was so cold, that it sent chills down her spine. It made her want to run and play and jump around, but she didn’t want to look foolish. The young filly, walked puzzled as to what his was. Every step she took she could see her hoof prints following her. She didn’t know what this, cool white stuff was , but she wanted to find out.
Traveling to her wasn’t anything different. She traveled alone because she never had a family or someone to be with her. Usually, she traveled at a walking pace with her head down, but this time was different. She was stunned because she heard a loud noise coming from in front of her. Slowly she trotted over to see what all the ruckus was about. Finally, she saw what it was. A foal. Another foal! Wow! She couldn’t believe her eyes. A new feeling came over her. A feeling of happiness and joy.
11-04-2012, 03:13 PM
11-04-2012, 04:02 PM
A nicely toned voice stunned the filly. She shot a curious look towards the two colts. A look of shock was upon her face. “Someone wanted to talk to me?” She thought Stunned as she was she looked at the two colts that stood before her. She didn’t know what to do, so she just said what just rolled of her tongue. “Uh, huhh.. hi.” She said with a shy tone. Trying to talk with a nicer tone she said “I’m Mystique.” She gave them both a shy smile as he ears perked up. She actually felt not as shy for once. She wasn’t scared or overly excited, but at a calm state. Now she really wanted to know the other two foals names, so she asked more confidently “Who are you?” She said directing the question to both of the colts. They seemed to be really friendly and maybe they had the answer to what this mushy wet white stuff was.
Looking again from one to the other, she smiled gave them a playful look. Her eyes glimmered as the snow reflected a shine that twinkled. Her white creamy pelt was now whiter than ever. She was so confused, but most of all she was just excited to be with other foals.
11-09-2012, 10:13 AM
Yol watched the other frisky horses come by, prancing a few steps forward. His dark tail twitched once or twice, his ears flicked forward, eyes bright. The white filly said she was Mystique. Did Mystique mean something? Even at a year old, Yol commonly didn't know what longer words were. "I'm Yol." He annouced to the three, looking at the other colt. Yol had never seen a horse colored like that- sandy brown patched with white, a dark mane and tail, and big wings all sandy-and-dirt colored. The colt's dark eyes blinked, half-shutting against the glare of the sun against the white sky-fluff that meant he couldn't fly. Both of the foals were younger than him, but Yol didn't mind. After all, he had never really been at that age himself. Instead, he had always been taught about fighting, then driven off, even at his young age.
11-09-2012, 08:09 PM
The little filly was confused by this “game” that Yol wanted to play. “He said to go and get him.” She thought. “He must mean… go tag him with my nose!” Mystique whinnied with joy and laughter. Smiling, she approached Cera gave him a look of “should I?” Giggling at the colt’s funny behavior she took off racing to get the colt that ran before her. Mystique was quite the runner, for she had to out run adult horses if needed to. At a calming pace she cantered towards the colt, not far behind him. Breathing she moved swift fully. She whinnied again with joy as her hooves made a steady rhythm in this mushy white stuff. It was sort of fun playing in it. Running in it, especially when you’re chasing another foal!
Almost instantly after her thoughts, she pulled up to the colt running beside him. Giving him an over dramatically smile as if to say “Hah, this game is easy.” She suddenly feel behind, slowing her , pace giving him more time to run. She waited for the perfect moment and then with a burst of speed ran behind the colt leaping over his body stopping in front of him. Then at the right moment she moved out of his way as she lightly touched his withers saying “Tag Yol, you’re it!” Laughing she jumped and frolicked around the two colts. Then smiling she said “Now THAT was fun!”
11-09-2012, 10:38 PM
11-10-2012, 08:05 AM
Mystique’s eyes sparkled with happiness. Looking towards her new friends she smiled. “Cera.” She said quietly. “It’s nice to meet you.” She said smiling at him. Trotting towards him, she laid herself side by side with him so she could make a plan with him to stay away from Yol, since he was it. “Hey Cera, do you want to make a plan so when Yol tries to catch us, we can make it really difficult for him?” She looked into the colts stunning Emerald shaded eyes. She was happy to be making new friends. She hadn’t really had this much fun before… ever. But, now she could see that these two foals would be good friends. They could possibly even be true friends.
As Cera and Mystique trotted away from Yol, as she tried to think of a plan. She didn’t want to act like a boss to them so she waited for Cera to have an idea. She wanted this plan to be perfect. As she waited for Yol, she knew that he would be able to catch up to them fast. Yol was pretty fast for a colt. She liked that he was fast like she was. Turning her head back to Cera she quietly whispers “Well, what do you think?” | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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