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Nevermind, I'll be my own savior; Heda - Ravan - 08-26-2017 Ravan we laugh like sinners and weep like gods @[Heda] sorry, it's kind of a crummy post. Still trying to feel him out D: RE: Nevermind, I'll be my own savior; Heda - Heda - 08-26-2017 Heda It isn't often that she is drawn into the den, for in fact this was once her home ever so long ago, and although being here in her childhood did bring her great sorrows, as she was forgotten just like the many children whom find themselves here. She can't help herself, as if a singular thread within her mind was snagged, caught upon something, or perhaps someone. Her gaze flickers about curiously, as she enters the silent atmosphere, where only her own footsteps could be heard through the den. To her surprise, and relief children were scarce around here, she was glad to know at least parents had taken the responsibility to care for their children, but eventually something catches her eye. The smallest movement of something silver, and as she nears she realizes, that that something was a petite boy, probably only a couple days of age. He lay dormant, head bowed as if he were dozing off, but his poor mind was wide awake. She could sense his feelings, of being lost, yet still determined, and as she came closer she couldn't help herself. Gingerly, she projected the smallest hint of joy on him in a hope to boost his spirits. Her golden cranium lowers, as she stands before him, navy whisps of mane filtering down her neck, as she peers down at him. Nostrils gently flaring, and intaking his sent as she gently brushed her blue velvet muzzle against his side, as if to say "Come on up.". Her feathered appendages fitter at her sides, as faint maternal instincts press against her mind. "Hello there. Where is your mother little one?" She coos, with honey dipped words. Hazel gaze honed in upon him, as she felt the smallest hint of pity finding it's way into her heart. He was just like her, at that age lost and alone, yet ever so determined to find someone, to find a family. Her heart feels for him, and she yearns to help, her muzzle still remaining close to him, and gently lipping at his withers in a hesitant affection towards the colt. "I'm Heda, would you care to share a name?" She murmurs, her tail whisking at her hocks. Go ahead. Laugh at the girl that loved to easily html by call @[Ravan] I hope she isn't too forward, but she is the motherly type. <3 RE: Nevermind, I'll be my own savior; Heda - Ravan - 09-02-2017 Ravan we laugh like sinners and weep like gods No, it's perfect! <33 he is good with forward XD RE: Nevermind, I'll be my own savior; Heda - Heda - 09-08-2017 Heda She grins at his response, as she was just like him at that age. She felt for him knowing, the feelings that were caving in within his mind. The little lad deserved better, just like she had deserved and received when she was a child. She was integrated into a family that soon grew larger every day, but it was family, she had a title the protection of a mother and father, perhaps she could provide such to this boy. His words are strong, and she can feel every emotion spilling out of his lips, and so he expels his name. Ravan, a very suitable name for strong, handsome colt like him."Well Ravan it's a pleasure to meet you." Her gaze flickers, curiously, what would Ivar think if she brought this boy home, if she became the mother to this sweet child, would he too adore him as she already did? She glances about pondering for a moment, before brushing her muzzle against hime once more. "Ravan, what would you say, if I could give you a home, and a family with a mother and father to love you?" She smiles, awaiting for his reaction to finds it's way to his facial features. Would it be joy? Would he ecstatic? Would he leap? Or would he decline? All these thoughts flew through her minds, as the words were spoken slow and sweet. All she wanted to know was if she'd be returning back to queendom, with a little prince at her side. Go ahead. Laugh at the girl that loved to easily html by call @[Ravan] |