06-12-2016, 09:05 PM
damn all these beautiful girls
they only want to do your dirt
theyll have you suicidal
suicidal
when they say its over
they only want to do your dirt
theyll have you suicidal
suicidal
when they say its over
Rustic
A honeyed gaze blinks in the bright light, and for a moment she is alone, an odd feeling after the bruising closeness and heat of the darkness. She whines out a cry of what could be considered shock. Then a moment later sharp little hooves stab at her, and she bellows out her complaint. Turning her gaze, she looks to see her sister and her mother’s attentions to each of them in turn. Urged to stand she does so slowly, a few falls and knocks on the head along the way before she is stable enough to try walking. Finally, she is able to find the nutrition of a new born, suckling until her belly is full and stumbling to her mother’s side.
It’s not until then that she allows herself a moment to look around and discover the curiosities around her. Her other world left in oblivion in these few moments of adventurous endeavors. Flicking her tail, she is startled by its presence and swerves around to look at it before falling in a messy tangle of legs and hooves. Frustrated with this new contraption she gives up on it and turns her attention towards her sister. Clarisse She gurgles out the word that mother had said only a few moments before. Standing back to her legs she walks around to find the inky girl. With a snort she reaches to lick at the other’s coat. Tasting, smelling, sensing the world around her.
As soon as she settles in though a scratchy chin roughs up her mane between her ears making her squeal in surprise. Wedging herself between her sister and mother she takes comfort in the closeness. It reminded her of something… something a long time ago…. She couldn’t remember, only that this was a comfort, just as the familiar touches of the tightly grouped family was.
It’s not until then that she allows herself a moment to look around and discover the curiosities around her. Her other world left in oblivion in these few moments of adventurous endeavors. Flicking her tail, she is startled by its presence and swerves around to look at it before falling in a messy tangle of legs and hooves. Frustrated with this new contraption she gives up on it and turns her attention towards her sister. Clarisse She gurgles out the word that mother had said only a few moments before. Standing back to her legs she walks around to find the inky girl. With a snort she reaches to lick at the other’s coat. Tasting, smelling, sensing the world around her.
As soon as she settles in though a scratchy chin roughs up her mane between her ears making her squeal in surprise. Wedging herself between her sister and mother she takes comfort in the closeness. It reminded her of something… something a long time ago…. She couldn’t remember, only that this was a comfort, just as the familiar touches of the tightly grouped family was.
art by Selena Barnes on ArtStation
OOC Sorry this took so long to get up.