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Aurora Basin Filly
Filly :: Unicorn :: 16.2 :: Newborn
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06-13-2017, 09:26 AM


Gwyn lies on her side in the midst of the light drenched vale, softly dozing in and out of reverie, looking betwixt her inner worlds, and the blue sky highlighted by clouds, above. The sun is warm on her skin, in sharp contrast to the breeze, and, being black, is more so, for Gwyn and her momma. With happy sighs and the occasional bemused, absent smile, the filly is almost lured again into that ever waiting dream realm when the sound of hooves running by draws her head up from the grass.

Up pops the filly to her four legs, a flurry of movement where there had been none. Feeling the blood propelled from her head to her hooves, she feels a bit woozy, but doesn’t take her eyes of the handsome stallion who gallops across the land. His wings are bright and golden on the horizon, and she follows him until he nearly vanishes, becoming instead the sway of brush and foliage.

Curiosity burns in her, and a desire to meet the winged gentleman also inspires her to follow after. Bleating for her momma, grazing nearby, to let her at least know she is wandering away, but truly requesting she come, too (for Gwyn is not as bold as her sire was at this tender age, preferring to have a flank to sidle up alongside, and pretend to meld into), the filly follows after Noah at an ungainly, all leg canter, her flyaway mane and short, growing tail pulled back by the rush of wind down her dark sides.

Coming upon the pair of pegasi now, the maiden stops, her small nose jettisoning up as her blue eyes become saucers at the sight of the wolves beyond the majestic enough adults. From the stranger’s beautiful wings to the adorable pups and the regal adult wolves, Gwyn is not sure where to hold her eyes, and instead vacillates between all of them, a smile slowly gaining on her lips, and her lion’s tail playfully twitching at its tip.

“Hello,” she softly greets with a curt bow of her dainty crown, normally used to being introduced by her parents, not herself, and particularly enchanted by these strangers (and their wings). However, she thinks knows what Zona is doing, or at least sort of knows, because her daddy has told her all about the herd’s crazy idea to become friends with wolves. Having now seen them for herself, Gwyn is not really sure why her father doesn’t like them. The babies, especially, look soft, and the pack itself looks like a family, or a herd, just a lot fuzzier and much, much shorter. “M-maybe she’s learning about them? For the Time God. Daddy says they’ll become magic if we watch them and stuff.”

What was that other stuff? Feeding them, maybe? She would begrudgingly admit she had zoned out while being told about it. Sometimes he just goes on and on and on, her daddy…



’cause you’ve got teeth like a wolf
but you cry like a sheep

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@Noah @Zona @Glacia maybeh
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Playful Pups - by Zona - 06-11-2017, 03:07 PM
RE: Playful Pups - by Noah - 06-12-2017, 10:30 PM
RE: Playful Pups - by Gwyn - 06-13-2017, 09:26 AM
RE: Playful Pups - by Zona - 06-13-2017, 11:11 PM

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