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i cried to my daddy on the telephone - Zacharie - 02-03-2016 the saints are coming // the saints are coming RE: i cried to my daddy on the telephone - Vianne - 02-03-2016 The strange dapple seemed to find comfort within the atmosphere of abandonment that the Den offered, with an air of malefic contempt and immense defacement Vianne felt compelled to quest her dainty hooves upon its grounds. It was as if she was determined to find something to quench this driving need to sedate her loneliness. Sure the Golden Plains was beautiful and it offered the eccentric mare plenty of sustenance and safety, still something pulled her from that sanctuary. This wasn't the first time she had ventured on these grounds, nuzzling the discarded, discolored and lifeless bebes that peppered the grounds before her. Even when their was no breath escaping from the chambers of their precious little lungs, she often laid her lean body against theirs to offer them some sort of safety, dismissing the fact that they were nothing more than just a wasted shell. Grooming their pelts and hair incessantly until she realized that there was no amount of touch that could keep the horrific smell of decay away from their swollen tendons. Her endeavors seemed meaningless today as she meandered through the Den, lost within her own thoughts. Even her steps seemed gluttonous as they stepped on anything that was now in her way. Obsidian shadows lingered, traced over the archaic denizen of the Den, waking behind her every step until something caught her attention with rapt interest. Vianne's ears flicked up from their pathetic lull at the sounds of a cry, the sounds of innocence and broken rhapsodies. It pulled at her center to move forward towards the source of all the commotion. RE: i cried to my daddy on the telephone - Zacharie - 02-03-2016 the saints are coming // the saints are coming RE: i cried to my daddy on the telephone - Vianne - 02-06-2016 Steadying herself only about thirty feet away from the bebe, she acknowledged a distinct noise of crying fastly piquing her ears up before she started to quest in that direction with leaden foot steps. With a scanty trot forward Vianne perceived that the noise was coming from a new born foal whom seemed to still try to find comforts up against the corpse of it's mother. Vianne was able to hear the thrumming sounds of her heart racing in her head, she knew she had to make decisions quickly now and not linger in her own idiotic thoughts. Upon approaching the baby foal, Vianne slowed down her steps to not cause it any dismay. Descending her posture a little so that she was able to touch his nose with her own, it was fuzzy yet sticky, like an over ripened peache that had been out in the sun for way too long " hello little one" she cooed delicately at him. Such assailing promise burned elegantly across the livid flames of her khol-lined eyes, so too did the voracious horizon dance with the raking storm of her insatiable need to coddle this foal and make it her own. The taste of restless slumber drifted softly thru the empty Dens corridors. Its cajoling moans hushing and beguiling quieter, languishing whispers of a woman's regret, as her winds echoed thru the soft thicket of grass that surrounded them; tempting and enticing in its immaculate push and pull. Vianne began the tender task in using her long tongue and the nibble of her teeth to begin manicuring the babies pelt with the out-most consideration. The idea that she was cleaning another mother's after birth did little too affect or sway her from the task at hand " you're safe now" she offered him solace. RE: i cried to my daddy on the telephone - Zacharie - 02-08-2016 the saints are coming // the saints are coming RE: i cried to my daddy on the telephone - Zom-bee - 02-13-2016 Viannes gentle breath ushers a soft wisps through the bebe's hair, swirling the tufts tumultuously about, then caressed Étienne's tiny features " hello Etienne" her voice was barely under above a whisper as to not startle him. It seemd that they both were becoming familiar with each other, imprinting one anther's scent and sounds. There was a a little tremble rumbling in the babies belly and Vianne understood what that was, but she was uncertain how to full-fill the Bebes needs for sustenance. Looking around she noticed the shell of what was once his mother., whom now laid In a sullen slumber. The broken horned mare knew exactly what Etienne needed and she was hoping that even if her horn was broken she could some how manipulate the milk glands from the mother onto herself in order to provide and become a nurturer. " Are you hungry?" Her tone purred quietly along the cusp of his pointed ear. It was a difficult feat to move away from the tot for even a moment, as she approached the dead mare with precaution and fear that death itself may rise and take Vianne by the mane, only to pull them both back down into the depths from where it came from. Vianne wasn't exactly sure if this would work when she pushed the jagged ends of her silver horn to the belly of the deceased mare. RE: i cried to my daddy on the telephone - Zacharie - 02-15-2016 the saints are coming // the saints are coming RE: i cried to my daddy on the telephone - Vianne - 02-18-2016 The words mama hymned in Vianes alerted ears, picking up even the gentle thrums of the bebes tender heart while she turned her neck so that she was able to nuzzle Etienne to give him reassurance that she wasn't leaving him. Her nose affectionately took in the smell of his pelt, noticing how the sun warmed it. Vianne wanted desperately to be a mother, to belong to someone else that needed her just as much as she needed them. Luckily she was able to adopt the dead mares ability to nurture the bebe , being quite painful at first which sent a vivid shock through her nerves, then she settled down to allow her adopted son the time to fill his tiny belly up with warm milk " it's ok my darling... feed" Vianne murmured. Motherhood seemed to be aligned with the lonely mare as it showed with ever ounce of attention she was giving Etienne. She wasn't certain what the future for either of them will hold but she was for certain now, that she was going to fight for it even if she had a bad hand in her genetics. { hope this was ok} RE: i cried to my daddy on the telephone - Zacharie - 02-22-2016 the saints are coming // the saints are coming |