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07-12-2017, 11:47 PM
Abigor
Abigor followed slowly behind his mother watching everyone that raced passed them. Neither mother or son were frightened even as panic filled the air. Zunden turned and smirked down at her child gazing over the items he had found earlier that day. He had his hat pulled low over his wonky eye Elsa's blue feather placed under than band. A smooth black dragon hide cloak rippled softly in the wind. They watched silently as several horses were taken out by Kaos as he roared for them not to fight back. Having never been one to follow orders Zunden turned to her son, "Stay here and see if I make it, if not go through the portal."
He nodded softly and watched her race away only to be struck down shortly after. His head tilted slightly as he stepped towards her fading body. His eyes roved over her horns curiously wondering if he could take them, but he knew they would be to strong for his weak frame to snap off. Instead he inspected her grey spotted body searching for any signs of blood. "How odd." No matter where the day old colt looked her body was spotless. As he looked down at her open dual colored eyes pain swept through him. Without thinking he lowered his muzzle and gently closed her eyes. He felt a flicker of remorse for his powerful mother. He wished she had lived so she could teach him more about his grandsire and how to be strong.
Maybe here passing was the final test of being strong. He turned his eyes to watch others crying and screaming as their families were lost to them forever. Snorting contemptuously he turned and pressed his dark nose to her still warm neck breaking in her scent one final time. "Good bye mother. I will follow in your hoof prints."
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He nodded softly and watched her race away only to be struck down shortly after. His head tilted slightly as he stepped towards her fading body. His eyes roved over her horns curiously wondering if he could take them, but he knew they would be to strong for his weak frame to snap off. Instead he inspected her grey spotted body searching for any signs of blood. "How odd." No matter where the day old colt looked her body was spotless. As he looked down at her open dual colored eyes pain swept through him. Without thinking he lowered his muzzle and gently closed her eyes. He felt a flicker of remorse for his powerful mother. He wished she had lived so she could teach him more about his grandsire and how to be strong.
Maybe here passing was the final test of being strong. He turned his eyes to watch others crying and screaming as their families were lost to them forever. Snorting contemptuously he turned and pressed his dark nose to her still warm neck breaking in her scent one final time. "Good bye mother. I will follow in your hoof prints."
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Words :: 326
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