| Hidden Account atk: 4 | def: 7 | dam: 7 |
| Stallion :: Equine :: 17.0 :: Three Years [Tallsun Born] HP: 62 | Buff: NOVICE |
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L u k e n
One Day, I Shall Walk the Path of the Righteous
The familiar warmth and darkness that had become Luken’s home had quickly, and rather rudely, changed far too suddenly for his liking. Where he had spent his short life snuggled beside his sister, it had been comfortable, albeit growing a little cramped… Now, though, the harsh light stung at his bleary eyes, making it hard to see clearly, and his little stomach rose and fell rather quickly with each breath that he took. His small, lanky frame shivered in the sudden temperature change, pale body curled close once more to the familiar heat of his twin sister.
Movement beside him made the pale foal’s head twitch slightly, dark chocolate orbs turning curiously to see what had made the sound. The scent of the one beside them was familiar, and it was with a squeal of delight that Luken recognized it as his mother. The foal lifted his tired head, an unsettling rumble forming in his tummy, and a weak squeal of indignation left his lips. His bleary eyes took in her pale form, reminding him curiously of his own. Large and spotted, she would easily be able to protect the twins if any harm ever came their way.
Words and voices floated past his confused ears, the tones soft, warm, and loving. They made him feel safe, these voices, and Luken decided that he liked them very much. Letting out a sigh, the delicate, mostly alabaster colt shifted and scooted closer to where his sister lay, desperate to share in her warmth. Before he could lower his head and get comfortable for a nap, however, another looming form approached. This one was large, broad, and darker than his sister. His chocolate eyes absorbed every feature of the stallion,, tiny nostrils flaring rapidly as he took in the older male’s scent… He smelled warm, and loving, just like their mother.
Reaching his nose up, little Luken briefly touched his muzzle to that of his father’s, staring into equally dark brown eyes. They were filled with love and adoration, and the deep rumbling of Destrier’s voice caused the newborn to jolt. He looked quizzically at the Friesian for a few moments before giving a little snort, and then lowered his head, redirecting his attention to his sister and pressing his muzzle warmly against her darker side.
[ooc: I’ve never posted a newly-born foal before, so I hope this is good enough… XD]
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