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Post by Pandora on May 19, 2008 16:36:06 GMT -5
"I'm exhausted, and the filly is too. She's pure black, except for this white marking on her forehead, and four white socks. Want help in naming her or am I deciding it?" Morga answered, though with less sharpness.
She rather liked having him around, though she would never admit it. If anyone asked about him, she always lifted one back hoof in warning. That usually gave people an answer, though not one they hoped to hear.
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Post by TobyMacFreak on May 19, 2008 16:39:08 GMT -5
The stallion looked at the filly as she spoke to him. He blinked and then answered her. "I would like if you named her. I have never named a foal before." He told her, his voice proud but low so he wouldn't scare the foal. [/size]
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Post by Pandora on May 19, 2008 16:53:42 GMT -5
Looking down at the little filly, who was like a little star. Thinking it over, she flicked her tail a little, and said, "Estelle."
Of course, she inherited nothing from her mother, except some genealogy. Estelle was as mortal as her father, and would one day die while her mother lived on. 'And others wonder why I got cold,' she thought, gently nuzzling her filly.
Well, their filly. Snorting softly, she looked at Apollo, and stated, "She got your determination."
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Post by TobyMacFreak on May 19, 2008 16:55:47 GMT -5
He heard his new filly's name and he smiled at the word. It seemed to fit her perfectly. He nodded and then listened while Morga spoke to him. "Has she?" He asked her, but he knew the answer for she had just told him. He just said that so she knew he had heard. [/size]
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Post by Pandora on May 19, 2008 16:59:37 GMT -5
Morga nodded slowly, and she felt Estelle lying down. Slowly, Morga felt her joining her daughter in dreamland. Locking her knees, she slowly began to drift off. "I'll try to get as much sleep as I can before she wakes up," Morga muttered, swishing her tail a little, and she went to sleep.
[ooc: do I just put Estelle straight into the long list of character's?]
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Post by TobyMacFreak on May 19, 2008 17:03:43 GMT -5
[OOC-Yep, you can do just that. You are playing her right? So you put her in your character list.]
Apollo nodded and then looked at the stream that he had drunk out of before the small filly was made. He walked over to it and took a long drink out of it. He hoped that was fine with his mate, but he didn't ask, seeing she had already fallen asleep. He stood there beside the stream for a long while, watching his two females sleep near him. He closed his orbs for a moment and took a deep breath, letting the air fill his lungs, but once again, he sneezed.
Outside the glade a small bay colt raced forward. A huge smile on his face as he did so. He could hear his mother calling his name, but he didn't slow. No way would he slow for he didn't want to go back to the small grove that his mother kept him in. He, himself called it a "grave" instead of the grove. That always made his mother madder than she was before he told her that, but he wanted to be free! [/size]
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Post by Pandora on May 19, 2008 17:10:50 GMT -5
Estelle stirred slightly, hearing hoof beats. These sounds were strange, and she opened her eyes again. She wasn't hungry, and she struggled to stand, doing so again. Looking around, still a little sleepy, she found that her mother was asleep, but a big black horse that had come near her earlier, Apollo is what her Mama had called him, was near the stream.
Being sneaky, she walked shakily forward, taking slow steps, wondering who was galloping around. Out in front of the glade, she saw the bay colt running around.
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Post by TobyMacFreak on May 19, 2008 17:14:58 GMT -5
The colt slowed to a trot and tossed his light brown mane around his neck. His brown eyes looked at everything around him and he smiled a little, thinking about his mother and how worried she might be. He looked around as he trotted in a small circle and then he stopped as soon as he saw the small, black filly. He snorted and then trotted over to her. "Hi! I'm Starbuck!" The colt exclamed.
Apollo opened his orbs and he blinked a few times, his eyes reijusting to the light. He looked over to Morga who was still standing there, asleep. He gasped when he didn't see the small lump of black that he should have seen under the gray mare. He quickly walked out of the glade to see Estelle standing outside with a small colt. He narrowed his eyes and watched the filly, wondering what she was going to do. [/size]
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Post by Pandora on May 19, 2008 17:21:53 GMT -5
"I'm Estelle," she greeted slowly, coldly.
The newborn filly wasn't sure how to react to this bouncing around, excited, colt, and she backed up a little. She wanted her mama, or Apollo. Even if his eyes had been closed earlier, she had a feeling he might be a good horse to hide behind.
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Post by TobyMacFreak on May 19, 2008 17:24:19 GMT -5
The colt blinked and his smile faded a little. "How did you get a name like that?" He asked her. His question was true, he wanted to know how, but before she could answer him he saw a huge black thing moving toward her. "Watch out!" He yelled before he turned and cantered away from the entrance of the glade only to look back and stop.
Apollo walked out of the glade and stood beside Estelle. "He is bothering you?" He asked the young filly as he looked at the colt, who looked back at him with wide eyes. [/size]
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Post by Pandora on May 19, 2008 17:28:37 GMT -5
"My Mama gave it to me!" Estelle answered, standing proudly, when she heard Apollo's question.
Looking quizzically at him, she flicked her ears a little, and looked up at him. "What's bothering? He's just...very loud. I'm surprised Mama didn't wake up. She's really tired, huh?" she asked, not really scared by him.
In his huge, big, shadow she was pretty positive she would be safe. Flicking her tiny tail a little, she looked at Starbuck, and yawned, looking sleepy again.
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Post by TobyMacFreak on May 19, 2008 17:33:31 GMT -5
Starbuck snorted and reared up on his hind legs. He came back down quickly when he saw Apollo's look. He grinned and then trotted toward the filly once more, not scared of the large stallion anymore. If the filly wasn't scared, then neither was he. He walked back over to her and looked at her, and her only. "Where's your momma at?" He asked her, not in a mean way, but in a way where he really wanted to know.
Apollo stood beside Estelle, not moving as the colt came up. He smiled a little as he watched his daughter and the colt talk to each other. It was cute to him, but he didn't know if Morga would be mad at him for letting their daughter talk to a "lesser" gender. [/size]
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Post by Pandora on May 19, 2008 17:39:46 GMT -5
"Back in her glade. She's sleeping," Estelle answered, grinning.
Little did Estelle know was that Morga had woken up. Level headed, it took a lot of calming down for her not to go into a full fledged panic attack over the fact her daughter was missing. Looking up, she saw that standing next to her daughter was Apollo, and in front of her daughter was another foal. Ears pricked forward, she wondered if this foal was a colt or filly.
Despite popular belief, she didn't mind if they played together, somewhat, while younger. When they were weaned, that's when they couldn't have old friendships. 'Most would consider it cruel. I consider it stomping out rebellion. Who would attack an old friend?' Morga thought, watching it with interest.
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Post by TobyMacFreak on May 19, 2008 17:42:50 GMT -5
Starbuck smiled when he heard the filly speaking to him. "My mother is looking for me. I ran off again and this time it was a lot farther than last time. But I hate staying in the grave." He told Apollo and Estelle. His eyes shone with pride from running away, but little did he know that his mother was getting closer with each word he said.
Apollo had to hide back a laugh as the colt explained where his own mother was. He shifted his right ear back when he heard some movement behind him. He turned his head a little and saw Morga standing there, and a smile formed on his face. She didn't look angry, but she looked like she was still tired some. [/size]
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Post by Pandora on May 19, 2008 17:49:13 GMT -5
"I don't think Mama would like me running away like that," Estelle stated.
Morga nodded a little in agreement, not breaking in on the conversation. Besides, this was a colt. A rather strong willed colt, who would have to be taught manners later on. Sighing inside, Morga floated forward a few steps, then stopped.
Apollo was taking care of Estelle right now, no need to scare off Estelle's first friend, and she backed off.
"I think you should go back to your Mama, even if you don't want to," Estelle added, and she yawned again.
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