10-03-2015, 11:56 AM
Coldness and darkness were all she could experience. One she was familiar with, the other was foreign. She didn't remember much. Vague images of a warm and kind presence, one that had told her to wait here where it was safe before running off. The filly was barely hours old, and she was starving. Her mother had had a chance to feed her before running off, but the young child hadn't eaten in hours. Something must've happened to her. The young girl should go help, but she was still unused to her shaking legs.
As the sky began to brighten with the morning sun, the filly decided she should try and go after her mother. Certainly she had run off to protect her from some vile thing. That had to be the only explanation. Black legs stretched out in front of her, stiff from cold and having little practice. The foal readied herself and pushed up with her front legs, only to topple over onto her face. Well that hadn't worked. Perhaps if she took it from another angle? The filly propped up her back legs first this time, sticking her curly tail up into the air. Then, she hoisted upward, pushing her front legs out in front of her. There, that had done it. She wasn't as wobbly as she remembered being the first time, but she certainly wasn't very confident on her feet yet.
The girl took a few wobbly steps around the small glade, trying to bring life into her heavy legs. Once she felt a bit more comfortable, she looked around, for the mother that she remembered. A flash of silver disappearing into the night. The sun was coming up now and brightening the world around her. The intake of light caused the young girl to sneeze, sending her backward and landing on her bottom. That had hurt! And that warm presence of a mother was no where near to soothe her. The dark filly sniffed as her eyes filled with sadness. She felt so alone.
As the sky began to brighten with the morning sun, the filly decided she should try and go after her mother. Certainly she had run off to protect her from some vile thing. That had to be the only explanation. Black legs stretched out in front of her, stiff from cold and having little practice. The foal readied herself and pushed up with her front legs, only to topple over onto her face. Well that hadn't worked. Perhaps if she took it from another angle? The filly propped up her back legs first this time, sticking her curly tail up into the air. Then, she hoisted upward, pushing her front legs out in front of her. There, that had done it. She wasn't as wobbly as she remembered being the first time, but she certainly wasn't very confident on her feet yet.
The girl took a few wobbly steps around the small glade, trying to bring life into her heavy legs. Once she felt a bit more comfortable, she looked around, for the mother that she remembered. A flash of silver disappearing into the night. The sun was coming up now and brightening the world around her. The intake of light caused the young girl to sneeze, sending her backward and landing on her bottom. That had hurt! And that warm presence of a mother was no where near to soothe her. The dark filly sniffed as her eyes filled with sadness. She felt so alone.
