Falls
Force-claiming is not allowed here. This is a peaceful, neutral area meant for socialising.
Posted on February 20, 2015 at 02:19:03 AM by Zaida
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With mounting confidence the small filly once again yields to her curiosity, bounding from her mother’s side only to return moments later with a short, sharp squeal of amusement. Consumed with her new freedom, the girl fails to sense the approach of another, taking note only when her dam moves between her and the thicket. The sound of breaking twigs prompts her to step from behind her mother, ears pressed forward and eyes searching for an explanation. Looking up the girl is startled to see a formidably large stag towering over her, his stark black pelt only adding to his imposing presence. For a moment Zaida is motionless, gaping up at the man before quickly spinning on her spindly hind legs and diving behind her mother’s rump. From behind the tail of her dam she hears the beast speak, his vocals booming in her fuzzy ears. She stays within her mother’s shadow, pressing up against her hind legs and trying desperately to appear invisible. The softer voice of her dam now takes over and at the mention of her name Zaida bravely takes a peek at the brute. She shadows the white mare’s movements as the adults continue to talk, the filly intently listening to them both and concludes, for now at least, that the black brute means the pair no harm. There is also no fear in her dam’s voice or in her body and as the filly starts to toy with the idea of moving from behind the mare’s rump, a whinny erupts from the pines. The girl’s eyes widen at the sight of yet another stallion approaching, this one draped in gold and equally imposing. Pressing even closer to her mother, Zaida keeps her head held high and her eyes locked on the newest intruder as he speaks. He does not seem quiet as comfortable as the black stag, speaking his words and then stepping backwards, as if willing to retreat. Zaida watches him carefully, both her eyes and ears pressed in his direction. The stallion, who her mother had called Dixon, speaks first. His voice rough and unfriendly and the small girl gathers that though he may not mean her any direct harm, she doesn’t think that the palomino is a welcomed guest to this party. Yet another face joins the oddball group; this one young and not at all frightening. Zaida, letting her sights leave the palomino briefly, watches as the small bay speaks to Dixon. The smoky black filly decides to leave her post, creeping along her dams left side until her she can nose her mother’s white shoulder. From here she can observe each face, her eyes finally resting on the younger features of the bay. OOC// I apologise if I have mucked up the thread order, but I wanted to throw Zaida back into the mix..Love the fuzzies :3 |
GREY (SMOKEY BLACK) | FILLY | FALLO X CAESISUS |
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