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07-09-2017, 12:15 AM
Warmth. Darkness. Sister.
This is all the colt knows since his mind sparked to life within the womb of his mother. This is all the colt knows, until a great pressure pressed down upon him, until that warmth was wretched away, and his sister too, and the darkness was replaced by a new kind of darkness.
The night-time air was still far brighter than that he had grown used to, with its twinkling stars and breezy winds. All wet feathers and fur, the colt kicked his legs as soon as the pressure was lifted, and found them pounding against the sandy basin of his birthplace. He bleated, most offendedly, for his entire world had just been shifted, and by whose hand, whose whim? Certainly not his own, nor that of his sister's.
His sister. Blinking, the colt finally observed the world through his slate-grey eyes, peering around at the tall figures who embraced above them, blinking back the gunk that still dripped down his face. A small stub of a horn hinted upon his forehead, and awkward, downy covered wings protruded from his shoulderblades, and a long leonine tail stretched out behind him - he became aware of all of these things at once, which is probably why he could not co-ordinate any one of them in any kind of useful way.
He flailed and somehow he was suddenly sitting up, his long legs out in front of him, his 'wings' splayed to the side, his back legs folded up somewhere beneath him. He leaned into the nudges his mother and father gave him, and then - he was up!
For all of two seconds, anyway.
Fortunately, the sand beneath was soft enough that he tumble back to the ground resulted in nothing more than his newborn pride being scorned. A frown furrowed his unlined brow as frustration and concentration warred to dominate his features, and then the silvery roan boy rocked and rose once more.
He was steadier this time, his legs all seemed to be where they were meant to be (beneath him), his wings tilted and helped to balance him, while his tail swing idly behind him. Gunmetal grey eyes looked to his sister, to the one who had shared that space with him, and he allowed nothing else to steal his attention away, as she went through the same struggles as he.
This is all the colt knows since his mind sparked to life within the womb of his mother. This is all the colt knows, until a great pressure pressed down upon him, until that warmth was wretched away, and his sister too, and the darkness was replaced by a new kind of darkness.
The night-time air was still far brighter than that he had grown used to, with its twinkling stars and breezy winds. All wet feathers and fur, the colt kicked his legs as soon as the pressure was lifted, and found them pounding against the sandy basin of his birthplace. He bleated, most offendedly, for his entire world had just been shifted, and by whose hand, whose whim? Certainly not his own, nor that of his sister's.
His sister. Blinking, the colt finally observed the world through his slate-grey eyes, peering around at the tall figures who embraced above them, blinking back the gunk that still dripped down his face. A small stub of a horn hinted upon his forehead, and awkward, downy covered wings protruded from his shoulderblades, and a long leonine tail stretched out behind him - he became aware of all of these things at once, which is probably why he could not co-ordinate any one of them in any kind of useful way.
He flailed and somehow he was suddenly sitting up, his long legs out in front of him, his 'wings' splayed to the side, his back legs folded up somewhere beneath him. He leaned into the nudges his mother and father gave him, and then - he was up!
For all of two seconds, anyway.
Fortunately, the sand beneath was soft enough that he tumble back to the ground resulted in nothing more than his newborn pride being scorned. A frown furrowed his unlined brow as frustration and concentration warred to dominate his features, and then the silvery roan boy rocked and rose once more.
He was steadier this time, his legs all seemed to be where they were meant to be (beneath him), his wings tilted and helped to balance him, while his tail swing idly behind him. Gunmetal grey eyes looked to his sister, to the one who had shared that space with him, and he allowed nothing else to steal his attention away, as she went through the same struggles as he.
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