I'm coming home.... Posted on February 24, 2015 at 02:05:02 AM by Braylen || Zain
Braylen
stallion | 15.1hh | palomino tovero | keeper of paradise
The boy didn't like it in this world and he was quick to protest. Once his mother had cleared away his nose so that he could breath more properly, he parted his lips and tried to give out a cry to the chill he felt being outside of his mother's womb. It only came out as a barely heard squeak. Slowly he raised his head, his muscles wobbly from being used for the first time as he opened his eyes to see why he was no longer warm and safe any longer. At first everything was blurry but quickly his gaze came into focus and he was able to see the trees and the form of his mother. Age old instinct told the colt that she would be his supplier of life; that she would keep him safe, warm and feed until he no longer needed her. Of course, his thoughts were not so complex.
Giving another squeak, only this time louder, the boy pulled himself up until he was now laying upright. He reached his soft lips up towards his mother, brushing against her leg and knee before he looked away again. Pulling his long legs out from under him, he stretched them out in preparations to stand. But the colt didn't do so just yet, his gaze still taking in all of the sights there was too see. Finally though, the ache in his stomach demanded he do something other than gawk at the new world he had been thrust in.
Attempting to stand was harder than he thought it was going to be. The first few times he quickly failed, his wobbly limbs not doing very good at supporting his strange body. Finally he managed to keep his back legs up, his hind end sticking up into the air as he gained his balance there. It took him a few more tries on his front to manage to stay completely standing, but he was still rocking back and forth trying to stay up. Giving a triumphant squeak, he turned towards his mother knowing she was supposed to fix this ache that had grown even more demanding inside his stomach.
Taking his first few steps lead him to the source that smelled so good. He latched onto his mother's teat, greedily drinking his fill before finally raising his head out from under her. The colt had a milk lip, but his pink tongue flicked out to clean it away. Eyes growing heavy the boy let out a yawn before he folded his legs and lay down at his mother's hooves. He sprawled out, not caring enough to lay curled up and proper. He was tired after his first adventure in this world and needed a good rest before he could make another attempt at life again.
But the mother and child were not completely alone. Braylen had come back just as he had promised and was making his way to the Peak when he had caught Isobel's scent. He had followed it, finding the mare when their son was nursing. The stallion didn't want to scare her though, knowing a new mother could be quick to attack if startled. So Braylen had remained where he was, his scent carried away by the small breeze and his form tucked away in the shadows. It was a precious memory the stallion would always hold dear; getting to watch a mother and her child interact for the first time. But once the colt was laid down, Braylen knew it was time for him to join his family.
Giving a low nicker, Braylen was sure to be slow as he emerged from the shadows not far from the pair. His head was down, none threatening and his ears forward. The stallion looked worn rather than the vibrant youth that had left her in the Peak. The traveling taking its toll on him during his absence away from her. His blue eyes were heavy with exhaustion but they also shined with love as he looked at Isobel.