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Post by Thoxic on Nov 6, 2012 19:18:00 GMT -5
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Her rich golden and chocolate coat had finally started to loose the look of a foals, and like the others, it now shined with health. It was spring, and Odelia had wandered away from her parents, Evangeline and Raymond, but she doubted that they would have anything against it, she was almost 1,5 years now, and her body had started to look more and more like that of a mare, not a wiggly little filly with long legs.
She was a sweet natured girl, with a lot of heart and mischief up her sleeve, and she had heard from her grandma that her mother had been the same way when she was her age. That was fun to hear, and since she now could wander off on her own with a daddy or mommy to watch over her, she could come up with a lot of mischief. Just here the other day she had played around with her cousins, slightly older then her, but with her smart mind she had been able to trick them, even her uncle Hoke, even though he had caught on quickly to the trick.
Odelia was the first granddaughter to the lead stallion, born out of his daughter and a stallion who was his friend. She had heard that her grandfather hadn't taked too lightly on the fact that his oldest daughter had become with foal with her father, but it all had turned out well, and Odelia was a good example of both her parents. She had her fathers coat, and her white stripe and sock glowed in the dark, like her fathers little stars on his rump. She had one blue eye, and one brown, and it stod clear to this day that she would be slightly taller than her father, but smaller than her mother. The perfect in between, but she loved them both so much.
But at the moment, she was happy running around the mangroves, looking for something fun, while sporting the little fan of a tail she had, even though it was not as long as the adults tails.
"Odelia speech."
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Post by Hud Levine on Nov 8, 2012 11:23:15 GMT -5
Hostetler rested today.
He'd truly had a relaxing couple of seasons and he would be ready to kick himself back into gear... tomorrow. The chimeric lead stallion lay peaceful beneath a particularly tall mangrove tree, its long roots shielding him from distraction. Some of the mangroves in the area grew as if the tree thought the ground was much higher, leaving a central hollow beneath the tree's entirety. Hoss loved to lie beneath them - they were often wetter than most would prefer, but Hoss loved it. After all, his tri-colored coat was usually caked in mud anyway.
Hostetler's ear pricked up as he rested, catching a whiff of a familiar face. His granddaughter was precious to him and the thought of her being by herself frightened him to no end. His head jerked up immediately, hitting the trunk of the tree in the process. "Oof!" he snorted as he shook his neck a bit.
The stallion weaved his way out from under the mangrove tree and spotted his little angel. "'Ow's 'bout mah liddle guhrl den, Miss O-dee-lee-ah?" Hoss managed to practically yell in greeting. His tone had a bit of a scolding tone to it, but in a playful way. The grandfather smirked at his youngest progeny....
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Post by Thoxic on Nov 12, 2012 21:57:24 GMT -5
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The sudden sound of a head hitting a tree trunk made her a little startled, since she always had ben taught to be careful of alligators and such around these areas, but as she turned her head, she saw her grandfather coming out from underneath the roots of a tree. She loved her grandfather, just as much as she loved her parents. The tri-colored stallion was part of her family, and he was very dear ro her, in every way possible for a young filly.
"Oh, 'am just fine, gran' pére.. Shu scared me.."
She said, loud and clear, although not as loud as he did. She had quite the Yacare-accent, even though it wasn't as much as he did, maybe because she hung out alot with her mother, who had gotten some "regular" speech from her mother in turn, but it was there, much more than with her mother.
On light hooves she tip toed up against him, nipping playfully at his front leg. Playful at always, and with both her mothers and fathers temperament. She had heard that Raymonds and Evangelines crush on eachother hadn't been accepted easily, but she couldn't care less. She was here now, and she let everyone know about it with her mischief and bright eyes.
"Odelia speech."
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Post by Hud Levine on Dec 2, 2012 11:05:45 GMT -5
Hostetler had resisted Evangeline and Raymond's relationship upon its conception, but he could never say no to his first granddaughter. It was his right to love her and spoil her.
The great stallion towered against the young filly, his smile wide and his voice low. He reminded himself of his father, Odelia's great-grandfather. Rembrandt would've loved to meet the little filly. Hostetler could see the two romping and playing as if they were both yearlings and no age difference stood between them. He loved his father and he loved his granddaughter.
Hostetler laughed as she nipped at his leg. He quickly thrust his nose down into her little mane, blowing a raspberry. "Yuh best be ca'eful now, liddle fille! Wuddn' wan' yuh ta catch da juju!" Hostetler joked, making up a fake disease. He loved to play games with the little ones.
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Post by Thoxic on Dec 4, 2012 2:17:42 GMT -5
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She loved her grandpa without any hesitations or restrictions, with all her heart you could say. He had been a big part of her life, not only as a lead and a grandfather. But also as a friend and someone she could play with and come to when she need to talk to someone. He had always been there, and she didn't want it ever end, and the same went for her grandmother and parents. Sure, she could be alone and feel completely fine anyways, but she loved her family, and she already knew that she wanted one of her own when she grew upp, she never doubted that. But that was several years into the future, so she didn't think about it much.
When he blowed into her black mane, which had started to grow fromt hat fuzzy foal mane into a more adult looking mane, even thought it was still short, she laughed and tried to nip at him with her lips, ever so gentle.
"Da juju? Whas dat? Shu just 'ade dat up, didn cha?"
She shook her mane and buffed at him, trying to push him a few steps, but he was still bigger than her, and with a stallions muscles. He was a stallion in his prime after all, and she had lots of aunties and uncles to play with, even though every one of them were older than her.
"Odelia speech."
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Post by Hud Levine on Dec 13, 2012 13:05:26 GMT -5
It was hard to remember a younger Hostetler, frightened that he may never have a herd family of his own.
Here he was today with an enormous family, each with their own special place in his heart. No matter how large the numbers grew, he would always find another piece of him to give away. Hostetler hardly ever found the time to rejoice in their peaceful home. No stallions had challenged him, ever. It wasn't like he was known to be strong or anything, though he most certainly was. Perhaps stallions nowadays were becoming more and more content with their positions in society as roamers and herd stallions than they used to be. Whatever the case, Hostetler was proud to have his home and everyone in it.
Little Miss Odelia, case and point. His granddaughter was one of many lights of his life. He loved to play tricks and jokes on her, as his children had done to him. It was a different relationship that they had. It was bound to be; he wasn't her father, after all. Granddaddy Hoss was purely a source of spoiling to the young filly.
"Da juju? Why, dass awl around'ja! Lookit dere up in dat cy-press tree! See dat four-leg-ged berd? 'E's got dat juju and den some!" Hoss was referring to the mutations that had spread throughout the homeland. Some saw the mutations as banes of the land, but Hostetler found them special and beautiful. He even considered his own coat a bit of a mutation. Even Odelia had a little bit of the 'juju' in her. It was one of many things that made her so special.
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