Posted on October 26, 2012 at 03:43:05 AM by el cardo and sato
el cardo
sweet like the clover, ANY
 “Come along Mam its not much further.” Eager warm honey eyes sparkled in excitement from a lightly gold face. The young colt pushed onwards through the surf the prospect of finding a home lighting up his features. The golden boy and his mother had been wandering aimlessly about the islands never setting down roots much to his distress, he had lived out the first year of his life tucked away in small caves and musky scented niches only stopping twice with herds and both times something had pulled them away or his Mam had choose to leave. Creases formed over his eyes as he craned his neck back to check on the thin mare paddling behind him with a lopsided grin plastered to her sharp face, he worried about her more everyday with her….episodes becoming more frequent. It has to be the stress. Is getting to her, we need a stable home for longer than half a season. Sato sighed and slowed his pace to match his sandy gold mothers resting his white dusted chin on her shoulder. “Are you tired Mam? The dunes are very close, and I heard that they are warmer than the other places.” The colt frowned at the protruding bone that dug into the underside of his chin. El Cardo laughed at her son, he was growing up before her eyes—getting taller, filling out some. Her hears swelled with pride. The mare knew she wasn’t the best mother, keeping him secluded for sol long but it wasn’t safe in the world. Her velveteen lips tugged down at the corners while the memories of his conception and birth swirled around her head. NO! none of that matters now. He is perfectly healthy and perfect. How he came to you means nothing. Do bunnies ever feel lonely? She could smell the sand before her hooves scraped the bottom her muscles relaxing at solid ground under her once more. I hate swimming, I get pushed around to easily. her momentary frown vanished as quickly as it arrived as a gentle spring breeze tried to warm her thin frame up and her deep golden orbs took in the coast line. A small gasp seeped out of her lips in awe at the sands and total lack of trees. She had no idea why that unsettled her but it did, trees are pillars of strength and, and….something else she couldn’t really remember. Where did Sato go? Her eyes went wide as saucers while she whipped her boney hindquarters around behind her head looking for the sabino colt. A warm breath against her flank was all it took. Breath in and out. “Are you sure we are welcome here my darling boy? It seems so quiet?” She leaned her hip against him for support as the mare ducked her head to shake the water droplets from her body, the force knocking against Sato. She frowned at the outline of his ribcage and sharp featured face, the guilt of why he looked so hungry falling heavy on her shoulders. Of course he looked much better off than El Cardo did with her soft golden hide stretched taught over her lanky bone frame. I hope his foals will be better off than him He watched quietly as his mother began to wander off all moon eyed choosing to stick close knowing she would come around. A soft smile softened his face, she looks happy, maybe this will be it then. ”Well uh no im not sure but, its worth a try right? I mean if the lead stallion asks us to leave then its not like it would be anything new.” Sato puffed out his chest and picked up his head, I have got to do this for Mam. He nudged her shoulder casually herding her back towards the surf. I don’t want to get to far from an exit if we need it. Sometimes it struck him how the pair would look to strangers with their bone frames not to mention ages. Its not so unreasonable that he were so mature would it be? “Mam im going to call for him okay, can you please stay close to me?” He turned his head and called out for the lead stallion, his voice crackled and coarse, not catching the daggers aimed towards him from an angry looking mother. “Sato! I am not a child! I am YOUR mother you are not mine.” El Cardo stomped her hoof and brushed past him towards a scraggly clump of edibles not far up the shore with angry hoof falls and a twitching tail. Treating me like a filly. Hmpf mother of the illegitimate palomino sabino colt, Sato |
Replies:
- Let there be fire. - By BADR October 30, 2012 at 03:04:53 AM
- sweet like the clover - By el cardo and sato November 1, 2012 at 04:53:36 PM
- Let there be fire. - By BADR November 2, 2012 at 08:12:25 PM
- sweet like the clover - By el cardo and sato November 8, 2012 at 05:51:07 PM
- Let there be fire. - By BADR November 30, 2012 at 07:15:45 PM
- sweet like the clover - By el cardo and sato November 8, 2012 at 05:51:07 PM
- Let there be fire. - By BADR November 2, 2012 at 08:12:25 PM
- sweet like the clover - By el cardo and sato November 1, 2012 at 04:53:36 PM
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