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Post by Deleted on Sept 9, 2014 21:49:38 GMT -5
"Of Memories and Friends" Year 385, Spring The Southern Island
Moirragh, Age 8
The thunderous and fear-tinted hoofsteps of her father could be compared to lightnings in Raggey's ears. Her brain couldn't even begin to comprehend the reason behind all that was happening- the reason why she had traveled during years through all of chevalin and the reason it had all seemingly been for naught. Her father had promised her green fields, flowers and plenty of nice horses... a new life with him, she had assumed. But instead, he was now running away from her.
And now there she was- stuck with an unknown herd in an unknown land.
The old mare she had been left with was seemingly busy at the time, discussing whatever herd matters she had to. This left the filly by herself a good couple hours, and as the time passed by, she found herself more and more embarrassed as well as wary of her surroundings. The smell of recently opened flowers filled the air almost unbearably and the lush patches of grass announced the beggining of the spring. There was plenty of water too- something she learnt to be thankful for some months ago, and the sky was cast with soft, healthy looking clouds. Those heralded life, rain and wind, she thought to herself.
Her eyes fixated on the almost ethereal sky, some of her bravery was brought up again and she stood on her legs. She paced around carefully- she had calmed down, but that didn't mean she could act recklessly. This was a new whole world for her, after all. While her hooves stomped on the crunchy fresh grass, she took some minutes to observe her new herdmembers. There were mostly adults, but some foals as well! There was a redheaded guy, as well as a beautiful blond filly with long manes- oh, and was that a STRIPED foal? Maybe this wasn't as bad as she initially thought.
They don't want you.
Upon listening to her memories, Ragh's joyful trot faded into a slow walk, until she stopped on her tracks.
You do not belong here. They don't want you.
...It was true.
Her expectations completely maimed, the brown filly let herself overcome with inner sorrow and fear. She couldn't help but remember her early days, the emerald fields of Olde... and the other loner foals. They had made it clear she wasn't welcome among them. Geez, even her mother ran away because of her. Sighing, Ragh let herself fall to the ground with a plop. Not losing sight of the herd, but far away enough to feel safe, she curled her legs and kept looking at everyone, specially the striped foal- who looked as sad as she did, in a way. She would maybe gather enough courage to talk to him later, and show him her feathers, and what did she know about the plants around, and let him show her her new home.
For now, she would just kick the fantasies away and stay there until she was called for again.
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Post by BrindleTail on Sept 10, 2014 11:51:04 GMT -5
“You’re a strong boy, you’ll learn that soon enough.”
His father’s last words to him were still ringing in his ears. It had been two weeks since his death.
Azibo hadn’t believed his father at the time, and he didn’t believe him now. He sure didn’t feel strong. He felt weak. Vulnerable. Empty. Like the grass beasts had killed him as well. Azibo had never been brave as a foal, he was actually quite afraid of everything. He was much smaller than most of the foals, with his fjord cross father and his zebra mother, he looked up at pretty much everyone. He was terrified of water, jumping, shadows, basically anything that required bravery of any kind. Now at eight, he hadn’t overcome many of those fears. And now his parents wouldn’t be there to see him ever overcome them.
He didn’t bother paying attention to the other gleeful foals around him, even as they started knocking into him. After a hard shove sending him sideways, clearly in the way of more important youngins, he righted himself and stared right at a peculiar red filly who just so happened to be looking right back at him. She was several feet away, and she looked just as alone as he felt.
He’d never seen her before, was she always part of the herd? Had she lived on a part of the island that he hadn’t explored yet? Was she one of those loners his parents had told him about, and he’d only come across a few? Was she…..from the East Island? He knew the rumors that they just killed the female foals if they weren’t pretty enough or something. Did she escape?
Not knowing how to proceed, he just stared stupefied for a minute or two before a sneeze broke his composure and caused him to topple over.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 10, 2014 13:06:58 GMT -5
"...!"
Watching the young boy with sudden surprise, Ragh got up on her legs once again as quick as if she had been the one to fall. Worry urged her to come over and help him, but the embarrassment that currently clouded her mind prevented her from doing so. This ephemeral internal conflict left the filly stone-faced, debating between talking to the little colt or minding her own bussiness as she had succesfully done.
It was in that moment when she noticed some of the other foals looking at the striped one as well. Some of them surprised like she was, most of them with a face that could only be related to amusement- and it triggered a new response in Raggey: rage. He had only tripped over. That was no reason to neglect or to laugh about him. He had done no evil! With a frown plastered in her face, she strongly strode over, sending momentary glares at the other kids, even though they didn't seem to mind much, and stopped right in front of the foal, putting on one of her most sincere smiles.
"That was quite a silly fall, wasn't it?"
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Post by BrindleTail on Sept 10, 2014 16:50:02 GMT -5
"That was quite a silly fall, wasn't it?"
Completely embarrassed, the stud colt bolted to his feet, sending blades of grass fluttering as he spluttered for words, the close proximity to the filly catching him even further off guard. He could feel the other foals burning a hole in his his back with their eyes. He swallowed the rock in his throat and met her gaze, his skin on fire with a blush hot enough to show through his dark stripes.
“To’tally mean’ta do that.” His voice was squeaky at this age, nothing like the deep bass he’d grow into. His floppy round ears perked up and he held himself to the highest of his height. The filly looked brave. Braver than he was at least. Brave enough to approach him, which is more than he could say about himself.
“I’m Azibo.” He said, unable to think of what else to say.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 10, 2014 17:13:05 GMT -5
At the sound of his squeaky voice, Ragh couldn't help but internally giggle, and it manifested in the form of a smile on her face. She noticed the foals' attention was now on both of them- and she couldn't be happier. Ha, dare they laugh now!
"My name is Moirragh. Ye can call me Raggey, or Ragh, or w'ever ye want." The silence that followed suit didn't seem enough for the filly, now radiant with confidence. Even though she was taller than he, she found something in the little striped boy- she didn't know whether if it was faked or not, but she did think him strong. Strong despite his stuttering words and his embarrassed tone, of course. However, that didn't help the less than convincing words she had just said to him , or so she thought. Neither she or the colt seemed to keep on with the rendezvous, and she kept staring, head flopped to one side, until another wave of friendliness hit the brown filly.
"There's no'ting wrong with falling over, y'know? I do it all the time!" With those words, Ragh dropped herself onto the grass, delicate legs swinging into the air. "See?"
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Post by BrindleTail on Sept 30, 2014 11:58:02 GMT -5
His too-big ears flopped as he laughed at the silly filly’s antics, plopping herself on the ground like that. Fillies just weren’t like that around here. Most of them were too busy playing with each other or letting the stronger colts drag them away. It was rare that the little zorse got any attention at all, not that he didn’t beg for it either way.
Cocking his small head to the side, his ears following after a short delay, he smiled a goofy foal smile at her.
“It’s really nice t'a meet you, Raggey.” Between their accents, no one would understand them. Almost like a code language, he liked that.
“I think we’re gonna be swell friends, you an’ me.”
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Post by Deleted on Dec 19, 2014 16:08:47 GMT -5
The filly's limbs went stiff, suddendly frozen. Had she heard what she thought she'd heard?
"What?" She flipped over, letting her legs touch the ground. "Ye...wanna be me friend?"
Friend. A long trail of memories played over inside her head. Friend? Ah, yes. Last time she had 'friends', they spat over her trust and neglected her over something she hadn't still figured out. How it saddened her to remember their disgusted and even scared faces when she came along. "Shake that outta yer head, Raggey!" She told herself. "They nothin' but bad memories. Focus on him."
Her head jerked to the sides and to the striped colt once again. She was making a little fool out of herself by standing there, saying nothing.
"I-I mean, it's been a while since I gotto play with other foals and they were awful and well..."
With a sigh, she downed her head, ears floppy and eyes droopy in both sadness and embarrassment.
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