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01-28-2017, 07:57 PM
Larue
The lemon drop shuffled forward, eyes wide and watchful—and no part unexcited as Kisamoa admired their handiwork in gather bones and debris.
However, that was where her excitement ended. Quickly.
The girl had remained in the vicinity of her mother. Not because she wanted to, but her mother had been wary and insistent. And it was not until her mother’s enraged shouts that the lemon-freckled filly understood the reasoning for her dam’s distance and caution. Instinct sucked her close to her mother’s side, bright eyes widening even more—this time from shocked fear as she had yet another interaction with death, her head whipping to see the steel-grey mare slammed through the air.
Her eyes then squeezed tightly shut, feeling and hearing (rather than seeing) her father come near them. She ducked her head into her dad’s pepperminty skin—time and genetics had stolen her ability to smell it, but he still felt like her pops. And then she waited for this nightmare to end, feeling afalse security between her parents.
There was so much more to life than tricks and pranks, the small filly was quickly (and perhaps unfortunately) learning. She swallowed, hard, lips tightly pressed and puckered.
However, that was where her excitement ended. Quickly.
The girl had remained in the vicinity of her mother. Not because she wanted to, but her mother had been wary and insistent. And it was not until her mother’s enraged shouts that the lemon-freckled filly understood the reasoning for her dam’s distance and caution. Instinct sucked her close to her mother’s side, bright eyes widening even more—this time from shocked fear as she had yet another interaction with death, her head whipping to see the steel-grey mare slammed through the air.
Her eyes then squeezed tightly shut, feeling and hearing (rather than seeing) her father come near them. She ducked her head into her dad’s pepperminty skin—time and genetics had stolen her ability to smell it, but he still felt like her pops. And then she waited for this nightmare to end, feeling a
There was so much more to life than tricks and pranks, the small filly was quickly (and perhaps unfortunately) learning. She swallowed, hard, lips tightly pressed and puckered.
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