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silver rings and gypsy bells; any - Maribel - 03-29-2016 ![]() i was born in the arms of imaginary friends, free to roam; made a home out of everywhere i've been. The small palomino was shifting to that of a palomino dandelion fluff. The girl had not yet truly experienced winter but so far so good! The snow provided endless hours of play (and after being left in the den for God knows what!) Maribel has adapted to entertaining herself quite well. As you can see, just look over your right shoulder, you'll see her currently trying to make a snow angel...I emphasize trying. Lately though, Maribel had been experimenting with her color changing abilities. One moment she would be a vivid purple, at other times she would change to the purest white to hide amongst the fresh snow then suddenly leap out and startled the creatures who did not hibernate in the Tundra. And at this very moment, she decided to shift her coat to that of a blazing sunset. The tips of her ears a gray blue as her head is that if a deep red followed by a lush orange, a lemony yellow, to a whipped chiffon till her hooves were an almost blinding white (but currently the snow hid that). But as the pale blue eyes looked over the winder capped land she realized that she was a bit lonely...well a bit more than lonely but she didn't really know the difference. The filly decided to call out to see if anyone was out there. With all her strength and a super puffed out chest she lets out the strongest, mightiest, most serious -squeak- ever... With a small shrug of her shoulders she figures it's better than nothing and the child waits for a reply, any reply. »« ![]() RE: silver rings and gypsy bells; any - Offspring - 04-02-2016 BROTHER, LET ME BE YOUR FORTRESS, WHEN THE NIGHT WINDS ARE DRIVING ON. I CAN BE THE ONE TO LIGHT YOUR WAY; I WILL BRING YOU HOME.
He cannot explain the warmth that surrounds his heart when he sees such a youthful display of innocence - it brings the promise of new memories and the return of old, fond ones, which usually lie dormant so deeply within the recesses of his mind. He allows himself to surrender to these emotions in her presence, as she is a child and stoicism is not necessary. She always looks to him with such unadulterated eagerness that he cannot deny her even the faintest of smiles or the softest touch to her hip. She is so in awe of the world around her and so purely curious that it reminds him of the littlest things in life that he has since allowed to move around him without a second glance. The soft crackle and pop of a broken twig beneath the frosty layer of ice on the flatland floor, or the whistling of the wind as she bounds and sprints against it. He observes her from the shadows of the mid-afternoon light, as the sun begins to sink down below the horizon, painting the snow-trodden land in an eye catching array of colors. She seems to be mimicking it, becoming a brilliant shade of violet, and then the purest shade of white - brilliant and gleaming in the dying light. She emits a sound that evokes a deep, guttural laughter from the depths of his throat, and he pulls himself from the shadows, pressing his long, thick legs forward as he closes the gap between them. He has been gone far too long, but he has left her to the care of others who he knew would watch after her for him in his absence. She is his, though, wholly, and a regretful pang aches in his chest. He had been amiss too long. He would not spend so much time away, he promised himself, as he stepped beside her and leaned down to affectionately nudge and nip at her tangled mane, tugging a few wayward twigs and leaves from it. "That was quite a roar, Maribel," He muses with another low chuckle, nudging her cheek now. "I heard you clear across the valley. I am impressed." OFFSPRING the ice king of the tundra
RE: silver rings and gypsy bells; any - isle - 04-02-2016 hold my hand, it's a long way down to the bottom of the river Isle ![]() RE: silver rings and gypsy bells; any - Maribel - 04-20-2016 ![]() i was born in the arms of imaginary friends, free to roam; made a home out of everywhere i've been. Honestly, the little one is absolutely SHOCKED when daddy pony tells her that he heard her. The small chest puffs up as much as possible and the small skull lifts high as she smiles. "Gonna be like you, dahdee." The tiny palomino moves and rubs against his chest like a little golden kitten when the super duper pretty mare comes over. Maribel's attention is immediately drawn to the nice to look at face as she stares not so subtly with big ole blue eyes. "You heard me TOO?" An even bigger grin crosses her childish features as she laughs and bounds over to the brown lady. "I like you!" The small voice declares rather forcefully as she stares at Isle then looks back to her father before scooting over to the mare and proceeding to rub her cheek against her chest. "Dahdee, is this mama?" She looks up and over her shoulder at the massive stallion. "Cause I like her." And so the child has decided, in her mind, enthralled with the dark dappled woman. Plus she smells good and is warm and is pretty and is nice and is pretty and is brown and she is- "Oh look! A butterfly!" »« ![]() (sorry for short words and long wait, forgive me) |