The true beauty in life is love... Posted on June 3, 2013 at 10:38:40 AM by Muérdago
Muérdago eventually stopped and stood by her father again. Her tiny hooves dug into the dirt when she walked around. More and more light flooded in from the sun, bringing warmth among the child's petite bodice. Vercingtorix was all she had left, now. Would he love her like she already did him? Muérdago didn't know, but she'd continue on with her playing anyway. As the warmth rose above the herd's resting spot, small growls and rumbles began to emanate from the filly's barrel. This signalling her to eat, she knew that it would be a while before she could nurse. Looking to her father with a clueless look, she began to prance around some more. Perhaps it'll go away, disappear into the darkness, just like the darkness did when it hit the light. she thought, hoping it would do so and leave her alone for a while. Vercingtorix surely knew what she needed, didn't he? Muérdago knew he had to have some clue on what she needed. The small filly again stopped and stood by her father, dumbfounded at the pain hunger put her in. Replies: