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Maybe..... Well I need someone to RP with, anybody?
Maybe..... Well I need someone to RP with, anybody?
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Apollo trotted around, wondering when Ariel would wake up....
Layla trotted around, looking for another colt.
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(Phew. I'm sorry this turned out so long, I honestly didn't mean it to
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The wind roared, a high pitched whistle that dissolved into thumps as it tossed objects bodily through the air before sending them down to earth with a thrilling crash. The dull, humid scent of the wind flooded the nostrils of a young filly, neighing with terror, and dancing through the undergrowth. The warm caresses of her mother's muzzle as she was gently pushed, prodded, and guided, was the only sensation apart from the thundering wind. Its was the only thing that kept her sane. The only thing that kept her alive.
"Run!" her mother's voice was high-pitched, urgent, and filled with selfless fear. Pain filled each and every word. "Oh, run, Gemma, run!" The wind rushed again, but this time the little filly realized that something was different this time. Through the gale, the sharp leaf rattles and the thunder overhead, there was a distinct sound that did not belong. The padding of many feet upon the moist, earthy soil.
There was panting, howling and barking, sharp and painful in the filly's ears as she screamed in fright. Their breath, she could smell it, that tangy, hot, putrid taste lingering in her nostrils. There was a sharp pain in her rear fetlock as sharp, shale-like objects drove deep into her leg, and she screamed again. "Mo--mummy!" she sobbed, thrown onto the ground, pulling with all her might against the invisible force. The stench was closer now, near her face, and she whinnied louder. Terror drenched her thoughts, of the horrible, putrid stench that word bring pain. "Mummy!"
Suddenly her leg was free, and she stumbled to her feet, crashing into something hard. She scuttled, panting, heaving, drenched in sweat. Where was her mommy? Her haed turned around wildly, trying to hear her, trying to smell her.
"Gemma, run, now!" barking covered the voice, and there was the sound of flesh hitting flesh. "Run!" her voice was dwindling through the wild howling, barely intelligible. All the same, her voice was commanding, distinct, filled with determination. It was the voice Gemma knew to obey. "Run! Leave me, Gemma, now!" her voice dwindled, sinking into the frenzied barking. "Run . . . go . . . go away . . ."
Silence.
The only sounds was the burning wind that seared Gemma's face as she did exactly what she was told. When her mommy told her to run, she had to! So she ran, faster than she ever had before. With a scream she would bump into something hard, a tree, or stumble over unseen rocks. A cry of pain escaped her as she passed through a briar bush, flailing blindly to break free. FInally, exhausted, and pleased with obeying her mother, she stopped somewhere with unfamiliar smells. Somewhere with unfamiliar sounds, and unfamiliar tastes. The only thing she was aware of was the caressing smoothness of the grass underfoot. "Mummy, I mwade it!" she yelled happily, head and ears turning in an effort of hearing the pride in her mother's voice at acknowledging her success. "Mommy, I dwid it! I dwid it all by myselwf!"
Her words floated into a cool, quiet silence.
"Mummy?"
Nothing.
"Mummy?!" a sob escaped her lips as she collapsed upon the ground, tears forming in her eyes. "Mummy? But, mummy, I dwid it myself!" she mumbled, her voice thick with sobs. Her mommy had left her, how could she! Why did she leave her? It didn't make any sense at all! She should be here, happy, telling her, Gemma, that she was safe, that she had done well, just as she had told her. "Dwon't hide, mummy," she pleaded, sightless eyes vainly searching. "Pwease," she sobbed. "Pwease . . ."
The wind roared, a high pitched whistle that dissolved into thumps as it tossed objects bodily through the air before sending them down to earth with a thrilling crash. The dull, humid scent of the wind flooded the nostrils of a young filly, neighing with terror, and dancing through the undergrowth. The warm caresses of her mother's muzzle as she was gently pushed, prodded, and guided, was the only sensation apart from the thundering wind. Its was the only thing that kept her sane. The only thing that kept her alive.
"Run!" her mother's voice was high-pitched, urgent, and filled with selfless fear. Pain filled each and every word. "Oh, run, Gemma, run!" The wind rushed again, but this time the little filly realized that something was different this time. Through the gale, the sharp leaf rattles and the thunder overhead, there was a distinct sound that did not belong. The padding of many feet upon the moist, earthy soil.
There was panting, howling and barking, sharp and painful in the filly's ears as she screamed in fright. Their breath, she could smell it, that tangy, hot, putrid taste lingering in her nostrils. There was a sharp pain in her rear fetlock as sharp, shale-like objects drove deep into her leg, and she screamed again. "Mo--mummy!" she sobbed, thrown onto the ground, pulling with all her might against the invisible force. The stench was closer now, near her face, and she whinnied louder. Terror drenched her thoughts, of the horrible, putrid stench that word bring pain. "Mummy!"
Suddenly her leg was free, and she stumbled to her feet, crashing into something hard. She scuttled, panting, heaving, drenched in sweat. Where was her mommy? Her haed turned around wildly, trying to hear her, trying to smell her.
"Gemma, run, now!" barking covered the voice, and there was the sound of flesh hitting flesh. "Run!" her voice was dwindling through the wild howling, barely intelligible. All the same, her voice was commanding, distinct, filled with determination. It was the voice Gemma knew to obey. "Run! Leave me, Gemma, now!" her voice dwindled, sinking into the frenzied barking. "Run . . . go . . . go away . . ."
Silence.
The only sounds was the burning wind that seared Gemma's face as she did exactly what she was told. When her mommy told her to run, she had to! So she ran, faster than she ever had before. With a scream she would bump into something hard, a tree, or stumble over unseen rocks. A cry of pain escaped her as she passed through a briar bush, flailing blindly to break free. FInally, exhausted, and pleased with obeying her mother, she stopped somewhere with unfamiliar smells. Somewhere with unfamiliar sounds, and unfamiliar tastes. The only thing she was aware of was the caressing smoothness of the grass underfoot. "Mummy, I mwade it!" she yelled happily, head and ears turning in an effort of hearing the pride in her mother's voice at acknowledging her success. "Mommy, I dwid it! I dwid it all by myselwf!"
Her words floated into a cool, quiet silence.
"Mummy?"
Nothing.
"Mummy?!" a sob escaped her lips as she collapsed upon the ground, tears forming in her eyes. "Mummy? But, mummy, I dwid it myself!" she mumbled, her voice thick with sobs. Her mommy had left her, how could she! Why did she leave her? It didn't make any sense at all! She should be here, happy, telling her, Gemma, that she was safe, that she had done well, just as she had told her. "Dwon't hide, mummy," she pleaded, sightless eyes vainly searching. "Pwease," she sobbed. "Pwease . . ."
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(Is she at SH???)
(Is she at SH???)
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(Now she is)
The chilly time of day passed. Gemma knew that her mother had called it "night", but it was too painful to remember her mother, who had left her, forgotten, in the middle of a place she did not understand. Throughout the night she fell into shallow, nightmarish sleep that left her in cold sweat and shivering all over as she lay on her side in the cool grass. Finally, the warmth touched her body from something that her mother had called the "sky". It prodded her awake, and she yawned, opening her eyes and listening for her mother's familiar call for breakfast.
But there was none.
"Mummy?" Gemma stood on her feet unsteadily, swiveling her ears around to listen. "Mummy?" But she wasn't there. She had not come for her, the filly she had forgotten. With a sob, Gemma lay back on the ground, tears leaking from her eyes and soaking the grass beneath her head. Only one thought occupied her hungry, feeble mind: why was her mother gone?
The chilly time of day passed. Gemma knew that her mother had called it "night", but it was too painful to remember her mother, who had left her, forgotten, in the middle of a place she did not understand. Throughout the night she fell into shallow, nightmarish sleep that left her in cold sweat and shivering all over as she lay on her side in the cool grass. Finally, the warmth touched her body from something that her mother had called the "sky". It prodded her awake, and she yawned, opening her eyes and listening for her mother's familiar call for breakfast.
But there was none.
"Mummy?" Gemma stood on her feet unsteadily, swiveling her ears around to listen. "Mummy?" But she wasn't there. She had not come for her, the filly she had forgotten. With a sob, Gemma lay back on the ground, tears leaking from her eyes and soaking the grass beneath her head. Only one thought occupied her hungry, feeble mind: why was her mother gone?
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Shadow spotted the foal. "Bandit, please stay with Adelphie!" She said, walking off. "What's your name?" She asked her.
Shadow spotted the foal. "Bandit, please stay with Adelphie!" She said, walking off. "What's your name?" She asked her.
I AM HERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Ariel stared at the water absently.
Sienna looked for Shadow.
Lydia followed her Mom
Ariel stared at the water absently.
Sienna looked for Shadow.
Lydia followed her Mom
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Shadow spotted the foal. "Bandit, please stay with Adelphie!" She said, walking off. "What's your name?" She asked her.
The voice frightened the filly. It was like her mommy, but yet, not like her. It was different, sweeter, higher pitched. "Mummy?" she mumbled, pricking her ears hopefully.
Shadow spotted the foal. "Bandit, please stay with Adelphie!" She said, walking off. "What's your name?" She asked her.
The voice frightened the filly. It was like her mommy, but yet, not like her. It was different, sweeter, higher pitched. "Mummy?" she mumbled, pricking her ears hopefully.
Where tis everyone?!
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