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06-11-2014, 12:01 AM
Zünden
The storm had wondered off with her mother, but had soon grown tired of watching Kiara play with plants. The horned filly wanted to play fight, to spar and grow strong. She was still very young, but the filly was ready to become a warrior, ready to taste blood for the first time. She was also sure her brown brother would be less than willing to fight with her. For some very weird and unknown reason he was a thinker. Snorting the filly wondered the falls, careful to keep clear of the thundering falls that seemed to be everywhere. The foal had finally all but mastered her legs as well as speech, some words still fought her, but she could make do. A sudden voice rings in her ears. Snorting once again the storm cloud stopped and lowered her head to the bright green grass. She would make him wait until she was good and ready to put up with is odd thinking habit. She wasn't stupid by any means, but she tried not to think all to much. Once she finally started his way, chewing leisurely on the thick green grass. Freezing as her different colored eyes fell upon the scene in front of her. A strange white stallion as staring at her brother with grass hanging out of his alabaster mouth. She swallowed quickly and trotted into the clearing with her head and tail high pride etched in her movements. She stopped when she was beside her brother as well as the stranger, so they were in an odd triangle. Her voice was calm and proud, "Hello brother, what are you doing?" She dipped her crowned head towards him before turning haughtily towards the abnormal stud, "Who are you?" Her gaze swept slowly over him, before she added in a sugary voice, "I am Zünden and this is my brother Adelric." She waited silently for his reply. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Words: 319 @[Adelric] @[Fraub] "Talking" "Thinking" |
