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Post by Thoxic on Jul 16, 2012 21:13:55 GMT -5
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The little time that had passed since she was born, had been filled with adventure, at least according to her. Every day she learned somethinbg new, saw something new, learned something new about herself. She had easily learned how to move her long legs better, so she could trot, gallop and hop around like the little playful foal she was. Mahina was not aware of how different she was, other than the fact that her parents didn't look like her. She had her mothers eyes, that was clear, but other than that, her glowing and the appendages on her back was something neither of them had seen before.
This day, she was prancing about in the water at Tukutuku, it was early morning and the sun had yet to climb the horizon, but you could see how the sky had started to be colored. But since it was still pretty dark outside, her markings were glowing like moonlight itself, and as she played in the water, the glow shined upon it, making it a dance of glittering drops that flared around her. Her mommy and daddy wasn't far away, and she had strict orders to not go anywhere else than here, and she listened to her parents. Besides, Pit sat on a rock not far away, cleaning his feathers while looking after her. Pit was her fathers companion, a swallow that followed the chestnut stallion around, and the small bird had seemed to take a liking to her, and usually, when she went off on her little adventures, he was there keeping an eye on her, telling her if there was any danger in what she did.
Mahin stopped for a few moments, lowering her head and taking a few licks of water. As she then saw a colorful fish that tried to come near her, she started to play again, sending waterdrops around here while she nickered happily, unaware that someone might hear her.
"Mahina speech"
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Post by Pad Thai on Jul 17, 2012 11:38:00 GMT -5
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Cyril opened his eyes, and everything moved in slow motion. His own bicolored eyes met with dark midnight blue ones, curious, his steps slowing as time seemed to pause. His heart skipped a beat and he froze, his knees buckling. His heart fluttered, moving so fast it was like one continuous beat. All his worries, regrets, bad memories, were whisked away, wiped clean from his body, and the best time of his life- right now- held in place by this filly. Nothing mattered except one thing anymore, and that was this perfect filly standing in front of him.
Is this what his father told him about? Imprinting, or so, he had called it....
"Cyril speech"
OOC: <3
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Post by Thoxic on Jul 17, 2012 12:20:08 GMT -5
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Mahina was unaware of the young stallion that stood staring at her, her attention span stretched currently only to the fishes she was chasing after, everything around her didn't exist until she got her eyes on it, so while he stared, she was jumping around in the water. Until she finally came to a stip, her small sides heaving slightly with her breath, while she looked around her, all the fishies had hid themselves from her, what a disappointment.
She started to look around for Pit, but her gaze fell upon something else instead, or rather, on someone else. A horse stood a little further away, a very strange horse. He had some stuff on his body that looked sharp. She didn't know it was horns and spines, she had never seen such things before, nor did she know what it was called, so it was just.. sharp stuff, for her.
She pointed her white tipped ears forward, and looked at him with curious eyes. Since she didn't master the language so good, she neighed slightly at him, taking a few steps forward, coming out of the water, with drops dripping off of her legs and belly, and from the downy appendages.
She moved them a little, shook them off a little, even though she didn't have that much control over them yet, and then she folded them along her back, keeping them out of the way.
"Who 'u?"
She didn't speak that well, but even though a big part of her question was a little clipped off, you could still understand her.
"Mahina speech"
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Post by Pad Thai on Aug 10, 2012 0:25:03 GMT -5
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OOC: Sorry it's so short D8, was tryin to hurrah
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Post by Thoxic on Aug 10, 2012 14:40:12 GMT -5
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She didn't understand half of what the stallion said, but she got something that sounded like a name out of it. Cyril? None that she knew, but then again, she only knew her mother, father and Pit. Pit who always watched over her, on her fathers command, but he had appearently flown off somewhere, maybe to get food. She was still curious about the things on his body, so as she moved the appandages over her back a little, she came closer to him, not aware of the danger those sharp things was to her, she was just curious, and how smart could a little week-old foal be? Not much, so she came forwards towards him, stopping maybe a few feet away, and she looked up to his bi-colored eyes.
"Mahina."
Her name was the one thing that she knew how to say correctly, but she had practiced alot too, so it was no wonder.
She looked at him again, still curious, and she took a few steps closer, stretching out her black and white little velvet muzzle towards the lowest spine on his shoulder. A surprised, hurtful sound left her when she got hurt by the sharp point. She shyed away, appendages flared like the wings they once would become, and she blinked her blue eyes several times, trying to look at her muzzle, a few drops of blood dripping down from the little pink skin on her muzzle, to the almost white sand, leaving dark red spots. It was the first time she had gotten hurt like this. Sure, she had experienced pain before, by falling, tripping and scratching her legs on rocks, but that was nothing compared to this.
"Mahina speech"
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