Adoption Den
It's a heart-wrenching sight when newborn foals are abandoned by their parents, and left to fend for themselves. A fairy tends to them while they are here and encourages mares without three foals already within her care to adopt one. The fairy can only do so much however, and in the end, a mother of the same species is best for the babe. Their pitiful cries are demanding, and often confused, just wondering where their mother is.
i set fire to the rain; bellamy and anyone
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Posted on July 1, 2011 at 01:28:54 PM by starke
He gnaws absently on his sister’s tail, his wide gold eyes unfocused as he contemplates their coming adventures. Splayed out on his side, the red and white colt releases Bellamy’s tail and rolls onto his back, pawing at the branches of the thicket that protects them from the falling sleet. Even though the calendar says it is spring, no one seems to have told that to the weather, and the twins are hiding from the wet ice. The air is not too cold, and so when Starke can no longer hear the slush of falling precipitation, he snorts excitedly and squeezes out of the bramble and into the open air.
There are puddle everywhere, and the colt races toward them, splashing with his long white legs and shivering when the icy water reaches his pale belly. “Bellamy!” he calls excitedly, rearing up, “Come and play with me!” He squints in the bright sun, trying to spot his sister, but eventually returns to his splashing. It’s hard to see his reflection in the perpetually moving water, but if he had, he’d see what he’s seen a hundred times before. A yearling colt, almost entirely white save a medicine hat and chest shield, with a strange yellowish tail – he’d be clearly flaxen were he not also tobiano – and bright tawny eyes, flecked with orange and brown.
The Adoption Den is an exciting place for young Starke; it is a place to begin his adventures of being a Grown-Up. He and his sister have not been able to find their parents for some time, and one or the other – it’s hard to remember which – had come up with the idea of coming here, to the Den. They could survive on their own, having been weaned – but the world is a dangerous place for two yearlings, even when one is as brave and strong and clever as I am, thinks Starke. “Bellameeeeeeeeee” he calls again, splashing in one particularly large puddle, slipping, and falling into the freezing water with a thunderous Splash!
(ooc: i tried making him unique, but he's pretty much felton pt. ii D: )
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