11-28-2017, 01:54 PM
Margaux wandered through the woods, stepping daintily through brush and fallen limbs. She had finally grown brave enough to leave the playground, you search for her mother. It had been months since she'd last seen her. In her young heart, she knew that something must have happened to her. There was no other explanation for why the mare would just... vanish. None that Margaux was willing to accept, that was. And so she walked, everyday. Searching for some clue or hint to her mama's whereabouts.
The fjord filly was almost a year old now, and still tiny. Like a pale red fairy, she made her way, hoping today would be the day. A not-far shout gave her pause. The words were incomprehensible, but the tone was unmistakably livid. Delicate ears tipping backward, she poised herself to spin and run should an attacker appear, choosing to hide behind an obliging bush. She was surprised then, when instead of a vicious assailant, a small, fragile-looking colt came her way instead. He was scrawny and dark colored, and making pitiful sounds as he fell the the earth. She could count every rib on his trembling sides, and noted the fresh scrapes that were weeping droplets of blood there. A truly pathetic sight.
Margaux's gentle heart was pricked. He looked about as tall as her, but quite a bit younger. Too young to be as used up as he appeared. Really, she couldn't just leave the poor thing lying there to die. If he had a mother, she must not care about him a wit, to let him be so sad.
She mustered her courage, and after peering about to see if anyone else was near, took a couple steps forward until she stood close to the sobbing baby. Bending her short legs until she kneeled at his shaking side, she gently brushed his neck with her satin nose. Tears gathered in her own eyes, as she took in the battered child. His soft hide was already peppered with scars and wounds that would become scars. He was even thinner up close, it was a wonder he was alive at all. "Hey, hey, it'll be okay baby. What's wrong?" She asked him, voice soft and sweet. She was little more than a baby herself, but she already felt responsible for him. She was growing into the kind of girl who would love anything that needed it. If it had a pulse, she wanted to protect it.
"Hey, c'mon. I bet if you cheer up a bit and come with me, we can find you something to eat." She coaxed, eyeing his thin flanks. The girl waited by his side, holding her breath. She hoped she didn't scare him too bad.
The fjord filly was almost a year old now, and still tiny. Like a pale red fairy, she made her way, hoping today would be the day. A not-far shout gave her pause. The words were incomprehensible, but the tone was unmistakably livid. Delicate ears tipping backward, she poised herself to spin and run should an attacker appear, choosing to hide behind an obliging bush. She was surprised then, when instead of a vicious assailant, a small, fragile-looking colt came her way instead. He was scrawny and dark colored, and making pitiful sounds as he fell the the earth. She could count every rib on his trembling sides, and noted the fresh scrapes that were weeping droplets of blood there. A truly pathetic sight.
Margaux's gentle heart was pricked. He looked about as tall as her, but quite a bit younger. Too young to be as used up as he appeared. Really, she couldn't just leave the poor thing lying there to die. If he had a mother, she must not care about him a wit, to let him be so sad.
She mustered her courage, and after peering about to see if anyone else was near, took a couple steps forward until she stood close to the sobbing baby. Bending her short legs until she kneeled at his shaking side, she gently brushed his neck with her satin nose. Tears gathered in her own eyes, as she took in the battered child. His soft hide was already peppered with scars and wounds that would become scars. He was even thinner up close, it was a wonder he was alive at all. "Hey, hey, it'll be okay baby. What's wrong?" She asked him, voice soft and sweet. She was little more than a baby herself, but she already felt responsible for him. She was growing into the kind of girl who would love anything that needed it. If it had a pulse, she wanted to protect it.
"Hey, c'mon. I bet if you cheer up a bit and come with me, we can find you something to eat." She coaxed, eyeing his thin flanks. The girl waited by his side, holding her breath. She hoped she didn't scare him too bad.