Post by Dyzzie-Doll on Dec 6, 2012 19:19:36 GMT -6
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://img10.imageshack.us/img10/4697/orangeblue.png); border: #000000 solid 10px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px; -webkit-border-radius: 20px; -moz-border-radius: 20px; border-radius: 10px;]  follow you down, show you around A snort left the muzzle of the young yearling colt who kept close to his mother's side. His father had disappeared, and with the threat of the Bachelor's up and coming his mother took to wandering, in hopes of avoiding her being picked up by one. From what Vasileios had gathered, she was concerned that they'd be separated. Just the idea upset the young colt who knew he was his mother's world. And he was determined to protect her. His dark legs slunk into the marsh they were wading through, the water up around his belly, his size near two thirds that of his mother's despite his yearling age. He was growing fast, and large, but one look at his all legs, and awkward state, and one could tell he was still a young foal. Swahili nudged him, lipping at his lengthening mane of near black, browns, and strands of white from his pintaloosa markings. He was very much his father's son, sporting the dappled sooty bay coloring, but with his mother's pintaloosa markings. his eyes, however, where light brown, neither his father's dark brown, nor like his mother's pretty eyes. His gaze switched to his mother who indeed was beautiful, her pelt an odd mix of chestnut and palomino, pintaloosa markings adding ivory to the tie dye coloring of copper and gold. Her green-yellow eyes only made her all the more shockingly beautiful. And the young colt was determined to help keep his mother safe. The colt shook out his lengthening forelock, and the mother smiled down at him. Her young son who was growing so quickly, strengthening up and becoming a young man she was proud of. A young stallion as noble and loyal as his father was. Varsuvius. Once again he seemed to have disappeared, but this time she had to be careful. Bachelors were becoming a part of this world, and could steal and claim any unclaimed mare. Despite her opinion of belonging to Varsuvius. She was an unclaimed mare because she had no herd to protect her. And now the issue was finding a suitable home for her son and she while they awaited Varsuvius's return (if he did). She stumbled in the water, as it lifted and began to canter up to the surface, pausing at the sight of the swamp. Who'd have thought a swamp was possible to be called 'beautiful'. She sighed softly, shaking off her pelt as her son did also. Her son looked up at her, curious and she shrugged, "I do not know where we are, Vas . . . But it smells like stallion, so I'm assuming a herd's land, unfortunately. Do mind yourself while we're in someone else's home. Mind your manners." She spoke, standing where she was. She knew what it was like in a herd, the stallion probably already knew they were there, and was approaching. Perhaps he'd tell them where they are, and whether or not this land would be safe to call home. [[words: 00 ]] [[ tags: 00 ]] [[notes:00]] |
