[open] oh what fun

[Drear]

Cold winter’s breath tousled the fluff of her black mane as she followed diligently behind her mother.  Drear had no idea where they were going - mama hadn’t given her any clues, only that it was a ‘surprise’.  So she’d eagerly followed (because what else was she going to do?), anxious to see just where they were heading as they paraded over the sparkling snow.  The trees that stood in their path looked gigantic, but the snow caps made them look less scary and dark - pretty even.


Everything was just so BIG.


A gray squirrel yelled at something nearby, and he must’ve been upset enough to panic and limb jump, causing the snow to topple off of the perch he had fled from and land with a giant dull thud right next to the black and white filly.  Startled, she squealed and tripped over her gangly limbs, seeking safety under Breckin’s warm belly and inadvertently causing her mother to trip and stumble in the process.  The equally startled leopard mare is able to catch herself in time before the situation ended badly, coming to a stop on the edge of the Playground.  Lowering her head to look between her forelegs to look at the wide-eyed trembling filly, the agitated spark in her dark eyes lessens, and she instead coaxes the girl out with a reassuring smile.  


Drear moved away from her mother hesitantly, stopping atop the gently sloping hill that led into the heart of where other children gathered.  With a firm bump to her rump, her mother encouraged her forward, and the young girl abided, taking a couple of small steps further.  But a misplaced step sent her rear underneath her, effectively dropping her into a sitting position with eyes clenched tight as the filly slid the rest of the way down the hill like a makeshift sled, just to land in front of another foal who had just been minding their own business.


First, she opened one eye to bashfully peer at the face looking back at her, then cautiously opened the other.  “Um, hi,” she started shyly, still in an awkward sitting position, “You, uh, you have a nice...face?”




ooc: breckin's not really here, she just gave drear a little boop and scoot and dropped her off.

[voracity]

Yo, love like a drug this shit got me so high
My feelings too strong, put my pride to the side
Winter had easily been diagnosed as one of Voracity's most disliked seasons so far. The cold snow and chilled air brought a strong desire for the warmth he had experienced at the start of his young life. With each and every step the young colts tail twitched slightly in disapproval as the snow wrapped around his legs. "Mother," his young voice called out to Gluttony as she trailed ahead with Decline. "Mother, can't we go somewhere... Better?" It was when she stopped and turned to him that he grew silent. Her eyes were wide and the discomfort that rang through her pregnant body suddenly became more than obvious. "Nevermind," the small colt mutters.

With a sigh and a roll of the shoulders he continues forward, eyes dancing across the bare tree limbs hanging overhead. What he didn't know was that his mother was searching for a place to give birth to her newest son. Though even if he did know, there was no guarantee that the colt wouldn't continue his complaints.

You see, Voracity was easily displeased.

Always the plain boy. Always the disappointment.

With a heavy heart he followed the mare that had been kind enough to make him her own. At some point around his birth, his mother had left him wet and weak in a pile of leaves. She had never wanted to be a mother and with one simple action of walking away, proved that point. Soon after, Gluttony had come along and taken him at her side. Since then, Voracity had done his best to not complain, but at times it was hard. Especially now when he was surrounded by the worst weather on the planet.

"This is lame," the small colt mutters to himself quietly before suddenly coming to a stop. The sound of small thudding hooves and the cries of laughing foals draws his attention away from his family. With a turn of his head a small blue eye lands on the playground and a rush of curiosity blows through him. Glancing towards his mother and brother, he watches as they move further up the trail. Without a thought he finds himself turning away from them and before it could be noticed the small colt sneaks towards the playground. With every step he quickens his pace, soon finding himself standing at the bottom of a hill. His head turns and he watches the trees from where he came.

It's then he hears the sound of something moving towards him and quickly and for a moment he is frozen. Slowly he turns towards the noise and with a wide eye he sees the filly sliding towards him. With quick steps, he rushes backwards, a soft squeal of surprise exiting his lips as she hurries towards him. His breath catches in his chest, only releasing in a quick puff of steam as she slides to a stop in front of him. "Woah!," he huffs quietly, his tiny fuzzy ears pressed back against his skull in disapproval. He watches her as she looks up at him with a look he has never seen and for a moment he his not sure of how to respond. "Hi," he replies roughly and for a moment he looks back at the trees that sit behind him. Would they come for him? Would they even realize he was gone?

"You, uh, you have a nice... face?" the comment draws his attention back to the younger filly slowly and a look of pure confusion paints across his features. "I have a nice face? What do you mean? I'm plain." His small heart pounds against his chest as an eye meets with her own. "if anyone has a nice face.. It's you.. Your markings are, um," the colt coughs under his breath, "cool... I guess." With a quick glance towards the ground the small colt shuffles his front hooves and twitches his tail anxiously before taking another step back. It was only then that he finally noticed the filly in her sitting position and with a tilt of his head he coughs again under his breath before whispering, "Did you know you're still sitting down?"

@[Drear]

v o r a c i t y

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