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Post by Swede on Mar 31, 2008 19:31:09 GMT -5
Firedancer stumbled home blindly, everything unfamiliar and strange, and so open. At least she was in Patriot's territory; she was safe here. Her coat was shiny with sweat, and she paced back and forth through the trees. This was a completely new feeling for her, and not pleasant; furthermore, she had no idea how things would proceed or what she was supposed to do. Finally, she gave up. She would just have to make this up as things went along. Nerves on end, she slumped to her side, breathing hard.
As it turned out, she just had to let nature take its course. It was not long before she was able to raise her head and glance over her shoulder. Something was there. Something small, and dark, and moving. She took a moment to catch her breath, then heaved herself to her feet. A couple nibbles of grass, not fully digesting reality. What was she supposed to do? This was new. And frightening. And she had no clue what her job was. She looked up again at the little foal, and just at that moment it decided to raise its own head. Their eyes met, and she was transfixed by the bright eyes gazing out perplexedly from the middle of the wet face. Firedancer nearly laughed aloud when she realized that it was nearly as confused as she was. Awkwardly, she walked forward, stopping directly above this thing. Her muzzle lowered, and she sniffed it over. The filly- for she discovered that was what it was- cheekily sniffed her back. Firedancer didn't have much maternal instinct, but knew that she needed to get it dry and fed. Her long, pink tongue rasped across the damp coat, and as it dried it got a lot fluffier, but only a little lighter.
The foal- her foal- squeaked a little, and thrust its forelegs out in front. Firedancer gave it a gentle nudge, and it pushed up, only to flop over into a heap again. It took a good several minutes for the filly to stand up and remain standing, and all that work had made her hungry. She tip-toed over to Firedancer, suckling happily. She had no markings, just a solid chocolate brown. The newly-made mother glanced down at her daughter, and remembered that a name was needed. Well, motherhood was supposed to be heaven, so.... "Alright then, Nirvana, I suppose we'll have to learn about this together, shall we?" Nirvana's bottlebrush tail went on flapping just as vigorously as ever, so Firedancer took that as a yes. But she was so tiny... she had never realized newborns were so small and frail. And it was a big world, full of dangers for such a little one. "Never mind that," she said out loud to no one in particular, "But, my dear, I think it is time you met your father." The chestnut mare closed her eyes for just a minute, sighing. She was utterly exhausted. But rest would have to wait. Beside her, Nirvana lay down and curled up, almost hidden by the grass, not moving except for the gentle rise and fall of her thin sides as she napped. Firedancer opened her eyes, and they were as bright as ever as she called loudly to her love.
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Post by bullseye14 on Apr 1, 2008 13:28:35 GMT -5
(OOC: No, Patriot is not two places in his territory at one time- still exercising my right to use liquid time.  Patriot had paced back and forth, back and forth at the Watering Hole, trying to decide what to do and leaving a ditch of mud in the process. He had spent a bit of time berating himself for his irrational reaction, but quickly gave up on that and moved on to comtemplating the situation. Mares were picky creatures and a stallion never knew how close they wanted him to be during the birthing process. It was safe to assume, though, that Firedancer would want him to stay a safe distance away. How soon she would let him see his foal, he didn't know, but he did know he didn't want to leave his love and new foal alone for too long with great cats in the area. A single mare and a single foal made for a nice, easy target and he refused to lose more of his herd to those ugly beasts. And so, he galloped away from the Watering Hole and moved toward his territory. He stopped just outside it, and stared through the trees, trying to catch a glimpse of the fiery mare and her new foal. Could it have been born yet? Maybe she was still waiting for it. This brought on another round of confusion, which in turn brought about another round of pacing, which lead to another muddy ditch in the ground. Soon, he was sweating almost as much as Firedancer had been when she left. The black stallion didn't know how long he kept up with the frantic pacing and rapid thought process, he just knew that he was incredibly thirsty and hungry. He stopped and moved over to a patch of growing grass. Lowering his crown, he managed a few bites of grass before raising his head nervously. And that's when he heard it, a loud call from Firedancer. She didn't sound distressed, but he refused to take any chances. Throwing mud as he went, the nervous stallion took off at a full-out gallop, focused on the direction of the call. Relief flooded his chest as he spotted Firedancer and the dark little bundle... safe. He slowed to a steady trot and then a walk as he neared them, senses still tingling, keeping track of everything around him. His ears swiveled this way and that, his nostrils flared, taking in every scent that floated on the light breeze blowing through the forest. But his brown eyes focused on the little, chocolate brown foal lying in the grass. At first, his heart leapt into his throat as the irrational fear that it had been a stillborn paralyzed his brain, but the deep, steady breaths soon banished the thought and filled him with pride. Soon spotting that it was a fillly, he turned to Firedancer and stated, in a hushed whisper, "She's beautiful! What's her name?" |
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Post by Swede on Apr 1, 2008 13:46:09 GMT -5
Still tired, but elated to see Patriot so proud, Firedancer said, "Nirvana." She swung her muzzle around to the filly, and gave her a solid nudge. "Up, little one, enough napping," she commanded quietly. Nirvana jerked away from the unwelcome awakening, but after a minute decided getting up was a good idea after all. It took a moment to remember the trick of standing, but her toothpick legs straightened out and she stood glued to Firedancer's side, peering up at the- from her perspective- massive stallion. Her legs were only a couple inches shorter than Firedancer's, but overall she was maybe half as tall, and ever so spindly. Her mother nudged her again, and Nirvana stepped forward carefully, still unsure of her walking abilities. Her little muzzle rose, just an inch for Patriot's, before she made an 180 turn and skipped back to Firedancer, hiding behind her tail. The mare sighed, and stepped away. "Don't be such a chicken, and go say hello to your father." With no place to hide, the filly went on the offensive. She trotted up to Patriot, and stared at him through bright, starry eyes. A couple more careful steps brought her right up beside him, awed gaze darting across the stallion. All fear left her, and she stumbled around behind him, to the other side, cheekily nudging his shoulder.
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Post by bullseye14 on Apr 1, 2008 19:10:39 GMT -5
Silently, Patriot mouthed the new filly's name. "Nirvana." The little thing was a real cutie, slumbering deeply for a foal that was simply napping, but that was expected after her birth. It always seemed to be such a tiring experience for both the dam and the foal.
The little one's dark coat was easy on the eyes- not quite as dark as her sire's but not as red as her dam's either. He marveled as the little thing stood for the first time in his presence. It had been so long since he had watched a foal stand that he had forgotten how amazing it was; their legs always looked too frail to support their bodies yet, somehow, they did. Someone had obviously known what they were doing when they designed foals.
The black stallion reached his nose down to meet his daughter's, but she darted away and hid behind her mother before he had fully reached her. He smiled out of amusement as she did so. Patriot supposed that he probably looked like a monster from her point of view, so he tried to be patient. It was hard, though, when he was so excited to meet the first foal any of his mares had in Sunshine River. Fortunately for him, the little filly quickly decided that he couldn't possibly be all that bad and soon was darting around him and nudging his shoulder. Gently, so as to not push her over or frighten her, he reached his velvety muzzle down and touched it to her small back, for that was the only place he could reach. "Hello, Nirvana."
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Post by Swede on Apr 1, 2008 21:24:26 GMT -5
Nirvana glanced upwards as the stallion touched her and spoke. She sniffed him nonchalantly, then pushed his muzzle and proceeded to nibble curiously at his tail. Her tail was short, fluffy, not much to it, but this horse had a lot of it. And it was interesting. Come to think of it, he had a lot of mane too. She hardly had any at all. And he was tall- the same could not be said for her. Hm. She turned tail and trotted back to Firedancer, who rebuked her daughter with a gentle nudge. "She's a cheeky little thing," she sighed. "You would think she could show some appreciation, or at least a bit of manners. That was a piece of work, it was." Bits of grass still clung stubbornly to her mane, and she was weary. Not so for Nirvana. Her nap had been plenty to keep her going a while, and the filly was now promenading experimentally through the grass, tripping occasionally over her own legs. Her nose was close to the ground, sniffing at such things as rocks and twigs. This was very different from what life had been an hour ago- and much more interesting.
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Post by bullseye14 on Apr 2, 2008 13:24:36 GMT -5
The little foal was quite the curious one, investigating everything around her- from horses to trees. Patriot couldn't help but to imagine a young Firedancer in her place, tooling around and sniffing everything, her new, chestnut coat gleaming like fire in the afternoon sun. He couldn't help but to wonder if her father had been as proud of her as he was of Nirvana. His eyes wandered to his exhausted love and he gave her an encouraging smile. The black stallion just knew that she had gotten her wish- a filly to watch grow up. She would get to see her foalhood from a spectators point of view. "Maybe someday she will appreciate it, but I'm pretty sure right now, she's convinced that the world revolves around her," he chuckled. "I guess she's not that far from the truth. Look at the two of us, adoring her like she's a little goddess."
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Post by Swede on Apr 2, 2008 19:03:05 GMT -5
Firedancer shrugged. "Curious, she's allowed to be. Disrespectful, no. Even if Apple Alley revolves around her, the entire world doesn't. That could end up being a harsh realization, in time." She snorted and nickered to Nirvana, whose head rose after a moment out of the grass, dots of mud still clinging to her whiskers and a terrified beetle taking its chance to flee. The filly gave an annoyingly superior look to her mother, then trotted unsteadily towards Patriot instead, ducking behind him and peering out at Firedancer smugly. The mare's ears flattened. Nirvana took no notice, preferring instead to nibble at her father's hocks, sticking her tongue out in disgust when she got a hair in her mouth. Her mother sighed. "My poor mother," she muttered, "I feel guilty now..."
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Post by bullseye14 on Apr 4, 2008 14:20:38 GMT -5
(OOC: Geez, what is with me and bad posts? I've been going like this for a couple of weeks...)
Patriot was trying very hard to resist the urge to die of laughter. The little filly's antics and the reaction of her mother were so wonderful- in fact, they were the most wonderful thing that had happened to him in a long time. For a while after his herd fell apart, he was afraid he would never be the same again. Never be able to recover from the emotional blow. He had come here in hopes of a new start and he had only ended up losing the herd again... everyone except Firedancer, Dream and her father, Parlos. Those three, at least, had remained with him. Speaking of which, he wondered where Dream possibly could be? Was she nearing her birthing time too? Hopefully Parlos would be able to get word to him when that did happen.
Forcing his eyes away from his daughter again, he met Firedancer's brown ones. "You look exhausted," he stated. "Why don't you get some rest? I'll stay here and keep guard over the two of you, I promise." The new mother is always a paranoid one, so the assurance that her young will be safe is necessary to negotiating with her.
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Post by Swede on Apr 13, 2008 20:49:24 GMT -5
OOC: All of Dusty's charries are up for adoption. Firedancer's the only one left... *cries* *wishes Dusty would come back*
Firedancer glanced from Patriot to Nirvana, and then back to Patriot. She probably wasn't the best motherly material, but of course she was protective. But admittedly, she was tired, and he could probably do a better job of guarding their daughter than she could. "I think I'll do that," she said, stretching her neck long to get the kinks out. Then, the chestnut scraped a little at the ground, found a soft spot, and eased herself to the ground in a nest of grass and fallen apple blossoms (OOC: they do bloom in spring, right?) She sighed heavily, dozing off. Nirvana had no such thoughts. She tripped over to her mother and nibbled at the mare's ear, garnering a somewhat irritated response. Mothers. They were decidedly boring. Were fathers any different? The chocolate filly looked up at the stallion expectedly, waiting for him to confirm or reject as to whether he was more interesting.
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Post by bullseye14 on Apr 13, 2008 21:41:17 GMT -5
(OOC: I know! It's rather upsetting. This herd down-sized very quickly.
Fortunately, though, YOU'RE BACK! Hope you had fun in Sweden.)
'That was easy,' thought Patriot.
His gaze drifted from Firedancer to Nirvana, who was watching him closely, as if expecting him to amuse her. Thinking back to the days when he had been a foal, he decided on a game... of tag. That always kept foals busy and wore 'em down - surely a nap would do her some good before her first nursing. The black stallion slowly moved around the sleeping mare and approached little Nirvana, trying to act as boring as possible. Then, he pounced. Gently, of course, but quickly enough to make his intentions clear. He bumped the little filly's rump with his nose and then wheeled around on his haunches before proceeding to trot away, watching over his shoulder for the little chocolate filly.
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Post by Swede on Apr 14, 2008 17:02:50 GMT -5
ooc: Kahuna's herd too- Rose and Savanna disappeared, then Faust now, and Bullet never really was in it much... and I might have to kill Serena off, to downsize on characters... that would leave him with *counts on fingers* zero.
Nirvana jumped happily, squeaking with excitement, and came tottering after her father at a tentative gallop. Her long, spindly legs carried her faster than she had planned, and she nearly tripped. It took a few steps to figure out a steady rhythm where she could stay on her feet. Her brush of a tail stood straight up, and her head was held high with pricked ears and bright eyes. She tried accelerating a bit, and was gratified with a bit of the Quarter horse sprinting talent. Her nose bumped into Patriot's side, but just then she lost her balance and went tumbling through the grass. Being seemingly indestructible as all young things, she was not injured, but had a bit of trouble untangling her long limbs, and took a moment she get back to her feet.
ooc: *cringes* awful post, that... kind of POed right now, for various reasons....
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Post by bullseye14 on Apr 14, 2008 20:10:17 GMT -5
Though Patriot wanted to give his daughter enough of an advantage that she could win, the competitive streak programmed into all stallions suddenly broke through his fatherly thoughts and he couldn't resist putting on an extra burst of speed - not enough that he could have beat another stallion in a race, but enough to present a challenge for the little liver chestnut filly. His pace was somewhere between a trot and a canter- though he might have leaned more toward the latter. Occasionally glancing forward so as not to slam head-on into a tree, he mostly kept his eyes focused on his little princess. And then, the most amazing thing happened; his newborn princess put on a burst of speed and caught up with him. Oh yes, she was a Quarter Horse alright. After he felt her little muzzle bump his side, he began to slow so as to make a smooth turn and begin his pursuit of the chocolate filly, but she suddenly dropped out of his sight. The black stallion slammed on his figurative brakes, and worriedly (sp?) turned around, thinking that Firedancer would surely kill him if something happened to her foal while in his care. Relief flooded his chest as he noticed the little filly attempting to untangle herself and then stand, looking a little surprised, but none the worse for the wear. A small grin graced his face and he took one step closer to her, waiting for her to make the next move. Would the little thing still feel like playing with him?
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Post by Swede on Apr 14, 2008 21:16:06 GMT -5
Nirvana flipped her tail impetuously, then twitched her ears and looked back at her father. The filly skipped forward, accepting his challenge with a vengeance, and nipped his knee. She did an 180˚ turn and zipped off. However, she was too busy keeping an eye on Patriot to pay attention to where she was going, and though it might have worked out in a flat meadow, it was less successful in a grove of trees. She promptly ran head-first into a sturdy trunk, and stood dazed for a moment. With a new sudden resoluteness she shook off the loose apple blossoms that had floated onto her nose, and trotted off in the opposite direction.
ooc: please excuse the bad post...
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Post by bullseye14 on Apr 14, 2008 21:31:59 GMT -5
With a flick of his tail, Patriot moved swiftly after his filly, allowing her to have a bit of a head start. He was trying his hardest to control his competitive urges when he saw that Nirvana was headed straight for a... "Nirvana, tree!" he called. Okay, so she was a newborn foal and probably didn't understand a word he was saying, but at least he had tried. The big stallion cringed as he heard the thud of her little body running into a tall apple tree. Fortunately, the chocolate filly, apparently made of titanium, just shook it off and took off at a trot. If they kept it up like this, she wouldn't be a whole filly by the time they were done. But he couldn't stop the play session just yet - he needed to wear the little thing down a little bit more before he brought her back to her slumbering mother. Carefully watching her, Patriot transitioned smoothly into a canter and began weaving between tree trunks, hoping to offer her the chance to move a little more ahead of him. It was amazing how easily the little critter had taken to moving about and Patriot couldn't help but feel bad that she had no other foals to play with. Adults could be grumpy and boring -or so he had been told by his foals in the past- and he just wished she had a young playmate to spend time with. From what he could tell, Dream and Parlos had vacated the area, reducing the herd to the small number of three. For now, though, her two parents would have to suffice and maybe in the future, she would have the chance to meet other foals around the land. Surely she wasn't the only one.
Putting on a burst of speed, the dark stallion caught up with the little form and touched her lightly on her back before moving ahead of Nirvana, slowing his pace some and watching for her reaction.
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Post by Swede on Apr 14, 2008 21:46:20 GMT -5
She halted quite suddenly. How on earth had he caught up so quickly? Nirvana felt as though she had been flying along. Perhaps it was his longer legs; but how he managed to keep them in order at that length, was beyond her ken. She had enough trouble with her own, let alone those of Patriot's several inches longer. The filly lowered her head and whuffled at the grass, but it didn't smell any appetizing. It looked comfortable, though. She lifted her gaze back up to Patriot, blinking brightly at his face. Striding normally through the grass made her unsteady, so she had to lift her legs high to get around. She paced around him with a purpose, as though crossing behind, in front, and under him was something extremely important that had to be done. Her nose went from deep in the grass, nuzzling sticks and insects, to sniffing his shoulders.
ooc: No muse. I'm sorry.
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Post by bullseye14 on Apr 14, 2008 22:12:33 GMT -5
When he noticed her lack of enthusiasm for chasing him, Patriot pulled to a stop, eyeing her curiously. She had already grown bored of the game? Goodness, he had obviously forgotten how short the attention span of foals was! Her comical movements brought a smile to his face, though he resisted the urge to laugh. It was doubtful she would recognize his amusement as an insult, but still, it wasn't polite. His skin flicked as her nose touched him lightly on his shoulders and her back brushed against his belly. She was so small! It was amazing that the fragile little thing hadn't broken when the first breath of wind had brushed against her. Were all foals this curious? He didn't remember any of his others being this fascinated with the world, but he hadn't been as fond of them as he was of Princess Nirvana. Watching her carefully, he lowered his head to the ground and began grazing while she explored the world. Having not eaten much that day, he was feeling pretty hungry. (OOC: Don't be so hard on yourself! Yours are not turning out nearly as bad as mine. |
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Post by Swede on Apr 15, 2008 6:56:47 GMT -5
She pricked her ears and stood still when he moved, staring at him in interest. Only her fluffy foal coat ruffled in the breeze. Then she nosed closer, sticking her muzzle by his, sniffing without a single thought to manners. Nirvana plucked a piece of grass with her lips, but promptly spat it out. Disgusting. Adults were strange; telling her to behave, being twice, no three times as large as she, and eating this stuff. It looked like a bunch of tail hairs, except they were green. And who on earth could possibly enjoy eating green tail hairs? She sniffed and trotted back to Firedancer, shoving at her muzzle. The mare pushed back, but got up with a sigh. She too began to graze, foraging hungrily for the needed food. The filly nuzzled greedily at her flank, famished after the five minutes of play. When she finished, she tripped up to stand by Firedancer's shoulder, and with milk still beaded onto her whiskers, she curled up in the midst of the green tail hairs and fell asleep instantaneously. Her sides rose gently, rapidly as all younge creatures, and her ear flicked occasionally when a fly settled on it. Her mother grazed right by her, lifting her head occasionally to make sure that the peaceful scene stayed peaceful.
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Post by naztuki on Apr 15, 2008 19:30:44 GMT -5
Joker, the chestnut colored mule, trodded in, a slow walk that lumbered his body forward.
He had no idea of what had happened here, and had only just met Patriot.
'I guess I'm gunna meet the others' He thought. His ears perked to see a foal, and the black stallion. He nickered, letting them know he had arrived, but he stopped and stood back from the others. They didn't know him, and he didn't want to startle them, especially the young foal.
(ooc: I have no clue what happened previously on this thread, as I haevn't read it. Feel free to fill me in.)
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Post by Swede on Apr 15, 2008 20:10:33 GMT -5
ooc: Patriot go. No muse.
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Post by bullseye14 on Apr 15, 2008 21:04:44 GMT -5
(New posting order:
Pat
Nirvana
Joker)
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Post by bullseye14 on Apr 15, 2008 21:19:41 GMT -5
(OOC: Naz- Nirvana was just born. She and Pat have been bonding. That's pretty much it.)
The filly's antics were interesting enough for Patriot to keep close watch on her for a few minutes, but the nursing was nothing he hadn't seen before, so he turned his attention to his surroundings at that point. Eventually, the little foal's physical exertion caught up with her and she had to lie down and take a nap. He moved a bit closer to her, though not close enough to wake her. A bray-like nicker drew his head away from the grass. Joker had arrived. He sent a low, welcoming whinny in the mule's direction and then turned to Firedancer. "He's invited," he whispered. "I have judged him to be harmless." He didn't know if it was any consolation, but that statement was the most he could do.
(OOC: Really, really bad. So sorry!)
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Post by Swede on Apr 15, 2008 21:54:49 GMT -5
Firedancer gave the mule an odd look. She had met a mule once before, at the auction where she had been sold. Not a bad sort- just different. But there was nothing wrong with that. She nodded to the stranger and said, "Pleasure to meet you, mule. I am Firedancer, and this is our daughter, Nirvana. What may I call you?" At the sound of her mother's voice, Nirvana raised her sleepy little head. She brightened instantly at the sight of the stranger. He was big, like mum and dad, but he was a real funny-looking horse. The filly bounced up to her feet- she was getting good at it by now- and trotted over to him. She stuck her muzzle up by his, gave a little snort at the strange scent, then trotted around and nipped at his tail, staring at his over-long ears. "Nirvana!" said Firedancer sharply, "Mind your manners!" She sighed apologetically. "Please excuse her, she doesn't know much of right and wrong..."
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Post by naztuki on Apr 16, 2008 17:56:01 GMT -5
Joker's ears stayed erect and intent on what the horses said.
"Madame, my name is Joker. I used to be a jumping mule. Your mate here was kind enough to let me stay." He said, his eyes immediately beginning to follow the filly, as her nose had just appeared right in front of his. He snorted, cathing her scent, but she moved off so quickly. He turned to watch her, feeling a little tingle in his tail, and then looking back on the other side to watch her move in front again.
"No problem ma'am, she's just a little thing, must've been curious is all. Back at the farm we always had foals, one ol' colt took a liking to my tail and I had no hair for months because of the lil' rascal. I jus' love foals, seein' as I'll never have any of my own." He said bending down to look at the filly, a large smile on his face.
"Sure's been a long time since I seen one, they used to be everywhere at the farm, but when I was gotten out here, I hadn't seen one youngin."
(ooc: Joker has a Southern accent, though he was raised and english mule. Go figure!)
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Post by bullseye14 on Apr 17, 2008 11:29:31 GMT -5
Patriot knew that to say he and Firedancer were going to have their hooves full with little Nirvana was to vastly understate the situation. She was curious and energetic- a combination that would keep them busy all day and leave them exhausted by the time night fell. He reached his neck forward and touched the little chocolate filly fondly on the side. Oh, who cared if she was going to be hard to keep up with? She was his little princess and would always hold a special place in his heart -just like her mother- and nothing, nothing she ever did would change that.
The black stallion had to admit that the mule's friendly nature had won him over already, but he still wanted to be cautious. If something happened to Firedancer and Nirvana because of his carelessness, he would never forgive himself. So, for the time being, he would keep a careful watch on the mule and if, by Patriot's standards, he proved to be trustworthy, then the mule would be welcomed to stay for as long as he wished. Now that Parlos was gone, Patriot was in need of a new Knight to help him defend his herd. Maybe this mule would fit the bill.
"It's nice to have a foal again," he commented, breaking the silence. "Time without one has ticked by so quickly that I had forgotten what it was like."
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Post by Swede on Apr 17, 2008 16:05:48 GMT -5
Firedancer nodded affirmatively. "Although, I can't really say 'again', seeing as she's my first. But it will be interesting, to say the least..." She swung her head attentively to Nirvana, and gave a low nicker. Sweet and endearing she may be, but she couldn't be allowed to parade around however she wished. And while Patriot seemed to trust the mule, and Joker was likeable enough, one could never be too wary around strangers.
Nirvana gave her mother a disinterested glance, and trotted towards the nearest tree instead. Her dainty muzzle nosed at fallen apple blossoms, and twitched at the sweet scent. She carefully nibbled on one, but spat it back out. It was about as tasteless as the grass, that the adults ate for some inexplicable reason.
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Post by naztuki on Apr 17, 2008 17:49:30 GMT -5
Joker nodded, a yawn coming to him. He was sweet natured, and old, or at least old ofr being in the wild. It would take some time to get everything relaxed, and time was all he had now. but at least he had a lot of it.
"I think I'll go an' lie a down." He said, his words slightly mummbled. He trod over to a tree, but did not lay in it's shadows. It was just something he did, he never laid in shadows, and always in the light. You might assume he was afraid of the dark, but the reason remains unknown, even to the mule himself.
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Post by bullseye14 on Apr 18, 2008 15:31:19 GMT -5
"Have a nice rest," Patriot said.
The stallion's eyes met his mate's before he glanced over at Nirvana. She seemed to be determined to stick every piece of foliage in sight in her mouth. She also seemed just as determined that she spit it all out. One of these days, she would enjoy the taste of grass and yes, even apple blossoms (which Patriot enjoyed munching on on occasion), but that time would not come for a little while. For now, that was a good thing in Patriot's mind. Surely there would be days when he just wanted her to be an adult horse so that life would be easier, but for now, he didn't like the thought of his little princess being eyed by lustful studs and the fights he might engage in just to protect her. 'You wuss. You haven't fought since that painted mustang defeated you. Do you still fear younger, less experienced stallions?'
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Post by Swede on Apr 18, 2008 16:02:14 GMT -5
Firedancer nodded to the mule, and repeated Patriot's well-wishing. Then her watchful gaze swept over Nirvana, then to Patriot. She narrowed her eyes slightly, and moved closer to him. "What's eating you?" she asked simply. Nirvana on the other hand was utterly clueless. Being quite disinterested in her parents, she instead flounced to the sleepy mule. Taking advantage of Joker being at her level when he was on the ground, the filly stopped beside him and chewed on his long ear thoughtfully. She was fairly toothless, so it probably wasn't painful, but Firedancer noticed and called sharply, "Nirvana, leave our guest alone. He's tired and doesn't need you bothering him." Her daughter bluntly pretended not to hear.
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Post by naztuki on Apr 18, 2008 20:52:08 GMT -5
Joker flicked his ear, an involuntary motion, as if a fly had landed on it. He opened an eye to see the filly. He softly blew on her, maybe she would run along at the feeling. he wasn't going to see her off, but encourage her to go on her own. Lungs full, he let out a strong gush of air, whooshing around the fillies small body. Other than that, the mule didn't both to move. His tail flickered on the ground once, before lying still again as he closed his eyes to rest.
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Post by bullseye14 on Apr 21, 2008 12:00:23 GMT -5
"Wha- Oh, nothing. I'm fine. Just thinking," Patriot replied. 'Get over it.' the dark stallion thought. Avoiding Firedancer's gaze, he flicked his eyes over to Joker and Nirvana. The little filly was apparently bothering the mule. She sure was obnoxious. He softly called to her, hoping that might draw her away from the mule and steadily plodded over to an apple tree. Stretching his neck to its extent, he lipped at some apple blossoms, finally managing to reach a few after a couple minutes of trying. They weren't quite as sweet as grass and tended to be papery, but they had a unique aftertaste that he always loved.
(OOC: Excuse the bad post....)
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