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Nov 4, 2006 17:26:48 GMT -5
Post by Sirona on Nov 4, 2006 17:26:48 GMT -5
Crying is all she can hear nothing else. She wonders she cries for some one to love her. She wishes she cries for some one to care. She is alone. She ha no mother she has no life. She is all alon and only three months of age. She wasn't born to long ago but she was still left alone. Oh how she could already tell life was going to be a tough harmfull road. She could only hope she could only dream that she wasn'tborn into the lands she hated them though she was only oh so young. Where was the one that called herself Ayra where was the girls poor sister who she thought to be her mother no one knew no one knows how hard it is to live. Oh how she wished she where dead.
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1.2.3
Nov 4, 2006 21:29:28 GMT -5
Post by Cadenza on Nov 4, 2006 21:29:28 GMT -5
He had just to step into the forest to hear the lone cry echoing off the trees. Though he could pretend not to notice, on the inside, he could not deny hearing it. Though it was a trait he hated of himself, curiosity soon took its toll on his body, and he found himself moving nearer, and nearer. Each narrow rounded foot was placed carefully in front of the other, head inquisitively bobbing as he moved steadily closer. the source of the sound was near. He could feel the presence. It was strong as the oaks overhead. Nimbly, the white coated horned beast trotted across the sodden earth, hooves moving with the steady one two of the gait known as trot. Soon, the unicorn was upon the source of the noise. an infant. an elven infant - if he was correct, which he normally was. The unicorn stopped and stared at the small creature for a while, unsure what to do. His narrow white ears, cupped, continued to pick up the sound of the wail, and they pressed backward to avoid the pain of the sound as much as was possible. He flicked his long tail that appeared to be made of the fine silks of a spiders web, then tentatively lowered his velvety muzzle to touch the silky skin of the miniature elf. he blew softly out of flared nostrills, then snorted, and withdrew his head hurriedly, confused and unsure what to expect. all he could feel was sadness, and the same confussion he felt within, radiated off this small form. why was this tiny creature out here alone? abandoned? unprotected against the fierceness of the wilderness? he didn't know. maybe he never would.
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1.2.3
Nov 5, 2006 8:36:40 GMT -5
Post by Sirona on Nov 5, 2006 8:36:40 GMT -5
Kara scenced another presence but not one of human form. She stopted crying and looked with her crystal blue eyes to see what it was. She saw a being so magical so gracefull se stopptde crying. The being touched her clothing and her small chubby hand rose up and touched the being on its muzzel. She had heard of the beings called horses and the horses with horns when Ayra talked to her trying to get her to sleep. But she had never known how magnificent they looked and feeled. Its nose was so soft it warmed her to the bone. The baby girl silentlyrose her head up with therest of her body to get a better look at the being.
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1.2.3
Nov 5, 2006 9:45:25 GMT -5
Post by Cadenza on Nov 5, 2006 9:45:25 GMT -5
The tiny foal (he knew not what the elves called their young.) had stopped crying. That was a releif. but now what was he to do? he should just leave the foal there. Hopefully the dam would come along soon and take the foal home to where it belonged. Flight, again, lowered his head to the ground so his soft white muzzle was in reach of the childs hands. his soft blue eyes looked the foal over, ears flicking cautiousley forwards and back.
(bad post. sorry.)
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1.2.3
Nov 5, 2006 10:28:37 GMT -5
Post by Sirona on Nov 5, 2006 10:28:37 GMT -5
Kara's head came closer to the horse with the horn. She didn't remeber the name it was givin by Ayra so it was jhust a horse with a horn. Kara's small pudgey hands once againwent to the beings nose. Her head came closer and her head was then on the beings nose. Her hands went around untill thy touched each other and she gave the being a hug. Though small she could already tell that they the beings would help her along her path.
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1.2.3
Nov 5, 2006 11:34:52 GMT -5
Post by Cadenza on Nov 5, 2006 11:34:52 GMT -5
Flight was slightly startled when the foal hugged his muzzle in a tight embrace. His ears swirved at a faster pace: forward, back. forward, back. yet, he didn't draw his head away from the tiny creatures hold. He knew then that this foal had no parents, as it had been a long while, and none had shown up to claim their young. Even though he would have prefered not to have a young charge in his care, instinct told him that should he leave this foal alone, that she would not survive. He knew that even if he did protect the foal, she would not survive for long, as he had no way of feeding her. He was a unicorn, a stallion at that, and so he had little motherly instinct inside him. He needed to get the foal into the hands of a two legged, if she was to survive. how? Flight didn't know.
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1.2.3
Nov 5, 2006 13:56:54 GMT -5
Post by Sirona on Nov 5, 2006 13:56:54 GMT -5
Kara's small pudgey hands fell from the mouth of the being. A sound escaped her lips "Ahh." Kara gently stroked the being. She hugged the being yet again. She didn't know what was going to happen as long as the being stayed with her.
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1.2.3
Nov 5, 2006 21:29:55 GMT -5
Post by peaches on Nov 5, 2006 21:29:55 GMT -5
(May I join?)
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1.2.3
Nov 5, 2006 21:50:17 GMT -5
Post by Cadenza on Nov 5, 2006 21:50:17 GMT -5
of course. still unsure, the slender white unicorn slowly lowered his body to the earth. He lay beside the foal, glimmering white body cast over with the shadows of the sheltering trees above. Small peices of dirt clung to his fur, and tangled in with the silvery strands of his tail. He didn't mind. Flight lay in a protective curve around the tiny figure. He rested his head on the earth, ears pressed in the direction of the foal, eyes ever watching. Flights thoughts began to wander. He thought about this foal. such a perfect relationship. The foal and him - two who were rejected. Flight magicless, the foal parentless. oh, how he loathed magic! or rather, his lack of it. but then again, if magic didn't exist, he would be as regular as everyone else. His dull horn protruded from his head, as useless as a boot to a salamander. But then again, even a boot could be used to house the salamander in. This thought didn't comfort Flight, but nor did it trouble him too much. He had thought such things many a time before. The thoughts weren't new. Again, Flight returned to reality, and watched with interest the being infront of him.
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1.2.3
Nov 6, 2006 18:01:50 GMT -5
Post by Sirona on Nov 6, 2006 18:01:50 GMT -5
The being layed down curving around her body. It made her feel more protected and safe. She felt as though that the being was sent t her from the heavns to keep her safe and happy. She looked at the being and smiled and screamed slightly in pleauser. She twisted and moved closer to the being. She cuddled up against he being's soft fur. She then fell asleep. Into a deep slumber. She snored slightly but then woke with a start confused about her where abouts then fell back to sleep.
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1.2.3
Nov 8, 2006 18:33:24 GMT -5
Post by Cadenza on Nov 8, 2006 18:33:24 GMT -5
Flight remained as still as a statue as the foal inched closer to him. The only movment was the ocasional flash of a lid closing breifly over his blue eyes, and the steady rise and fall of his sides. She scream had startled him enough to cause him to jerk his head back a slight distance, but that was all. He remained relaxed. Such a small creature couldn't cause a strong beast like him any harm. And so flight lay as the young one slept. He was content in the present. He dwelled not on the future or the past. He was a being who normally chose to live for the now, as most animals do. It is a sensible way to live, though as Flight had come to learn, not all could live life like so. It seemed that the humans were much more complex than they need be. Its not their fault however, this was how Liav made them. this is how they are made to be. That thought happily sitting in his mind, he sank into a light sleep. The slightest crackle of a leaf would wake him with a start, he would check their safety, then drift back to his light state of sleep. He knew that, should anyone aproatch, he would be fast to wake up.
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1.2.3
Nov 12, 2006 13:25:08 GMT -5
Post by Sirona on Nov 12, 2006 13:25:08 GMT -5
Kara woke up and crawled away from the being. She found a little hole where she was told to go if she was afarid or hungry as there was some food in the small hole. There was only a few scraps left but enough to fill her hunger. She took a small bite from the food tat was left. She had most of her teeth now and this baby part of her life only lasted for the first two months which would end in a day. Tomrow the child would grow and become a child that could walk and scarcley talk. Then she would go into a normal life growing pattern like any other child. Of course the little girl didn't nkow that but it would happen. She crawled back ut of the hole and back to the being.
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1.2.3
Nov 12, 2006 14:57:14 GMT -5
Post by Cadenza on Nov 12, 2006 14:57:14 GMT -5
Flight awoke emedietly as the foal crawled away. He watched, curiouse, as the creature pulled something from a hole, and proceded to eat it. He continued to silently watch as she crawled back towards him - noting that she walked on all fours, instead of on two feet as other humans did. Did all human foals walk on all fours? he thought that using four legs was much more practical than only using two of them. He didn't know that humanoid creatures had to be taught to walk. Unlike equine beings, they could not stand up and run an hour after birth. An older humanoid being would need to teach them to stand, as they didn't mature as quickly as other animals did.
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1.2.3
Nov 13, 2006 19:04:03 GMT -5
Post by Sirona on Nov 13, 2006 19:04:03 GMT -5
Kara's hand went over the beings soft white fur. "You so cute" Kara said. She was surprised to hear her own voice ecspecially in a scentence. "I can talk?" she asked herself. Kara smiled "I can talk white being!" Kara said laughing. "I wonder what your name is? Can you tell me? Or can you not talk?" Her scentences where full and very mature it didn't sound as if she was talking. But this was normall for a girl of her age.
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1.2.3
Nov 23, 2006 18:48:38 GMT -5
Post by Cadenza on Nov 23, 2006 18:48:38 GMT -5
Flight was slightly startled as the foal opened her mouth and words tumbled out. The fact that she just suddenly started talking barley deterred him. It was the fact that she could talk. He knew that humans who talked were generally nothing but words. This could be trouble, and this could be a nuisance. He understood most of her words, as her language was not one that took long to learn. The speech was fast, and asked many things of him, but Flight could not respond. Unicorns, as well as other four-legged creatures, can not speak in a way that humanoid creatures can. First of all, their facial muscles are not as able to shape letters, their jaws not made for the task of verbal speech. Secondly, unicorns, as well as most other animals, do not have very wide ranged voice boxes. The only animals that are briefly capable of human speech are those such as birds, but even birds voices are more scratchy than the smooth tones of a humanoid creature. This does not mean that Unicorns can not commune with one another. Animals use a form of telepathic communication. This is something that most humanoids are not very well able to do. Even those who have the capability are not often found speaking with animals - as animals prefer to speak as little as possible. As well, telepathic communication is hard and takes much strength. So, Flight remained silent, and blinked once or twice at the foal before shooting up from the ground, long narrow legs supporting his slender form. He shook himself off, bits of dirt flying off in all directions, and then lowered his silky muzzle down toward the small foal. He nudged it, as if willing it to stand. This was an action mother equines would do to their children to teach them to stand. Flight was no mother, but a small instinct inside him propelled him to do such things.
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