05-22-2018, 03:45 PM
Hungry. His whole being is focussed on one single thing, and that’s the ache in his stomach. Later he would learn it is the urge to feed himself, his desire for food. And right now, that need is fulfilled through the mare he would soon learn to refer to as Mother.
Sweet. From the first taste, the blue roan boy decides that he likes what she tastes like. The thick substance eases the ache in his growling stomach, and with the speed in which he it is taking it from her, he soon finds himself full. Content even. How could things get better from this point? He was no longer cramped in a small space and although it is a little too bright and too cold for his liking, he is pretty happy to be standing – leaning – against Vi’s soft side than being stuck inside of it.
Beloved. His ears twitch in the direction of the soft voice. To his ears, it sounds like the sweetest melody every imagined, and automatically he finds himself bending his neck to look at her. His rear is still at her shoulder, but that does not stop Drustan from trying to bend all the way around to touch her muzzle, that just touches his rear. He nickers softly, high pitched like any child, and it’s the first sound coming from his vocal cords. He basks in her attention, and care, and loves every minute of it. Was this what it meant to be outside of the bubble that had been his world for as long as he remembers? If that is true, he would never want to give it up again.
Confusion. What happens next goes too fast for him to follow, or understand. He does hear them speak, but as young as he is, he does not understand their words other than the emotions that come with them. He stands tall, refusing to cower, but Drustan is unable to hide his uncertainty. They’re all so tall, and speaking so rapidly, and they touch her too.
Mine. He snorts surprised, as another is suddenly touching him. Blue eyes take in the hairless creature. She looks, and smells, the same, and thus does he not pay attention to it other than the first initial moment. He reaches out to touch her, finding her skin feels different from Vi’s, and lips it experimentally. Soon she is gone, and touching his world instead, but Dru doesn’t get any time to ponder over it. Before he knows it, another is standing beside him. Or has he been there all along? He smells different, more of musk, than the sweet fragrance of spring and flowers.
Masculine. Unable to keep his curiosity contained, he takes a wobbly step away from Vi’s side. His haunches are still pressed against her barrel, but he has turned ninety degrees and is now facing the red male. Extending his neck he reaches for him, nostrils trembling slightly as he breaths in. His dark framed ears point forward, only twitching and turning to catch the woman’s chatter. He knows he is their subject, but he wouldn’t know what it exactly they are saying until he learns their language. “F-fam..ily..?” is his first attempt, copying the word Hestoni’s voice had been centered around. Or at least, that was how it sounded like to Drustan.
Sweet. From the first taste, the blue roan boy decides that he likes what she tastes like. The thick substance eases the ache in his growling stomach, and with the speed in which he it is taking it from her, he soon finds himself full. Content even. How could things get better from this point? He was no longer cramped in a small space and although it is a little too bright and too cold for his liking, he is pretty happy to be standing – leaning – against Vi’s soft side than being stuck inside of it.
Beloved. His ears twitch in the direction of the soft voice. To his ears, it sounds like the sweetest melody every imagined, and automatically he finds himself bending his neck to look at her. His rear is still at her shoulder, but that does not stop Drustan from trying to bend all the way around to touch her muzzle, that just touches his rear. He nickers softly, high pitched like any child, and it’s the first sound coming from his vocal cords. He basks in her attention, and care, and loves every minute of it. Was this what it meant to be outside of the bubble that had been his world for as long as he remembers? If that is true, he would never want to give it up again.
Confusion. What happens next goes too fast for him to follow, or understand. He does hear them speak, but as young as he is, he does not understand their words other than the emotions that come with them. He stands tall, refusing to cower, but Drustan is unable to hide his uncertainty. They’re all so tall, and speaking so rapidly, and they touch her too.
Mine. He snorts surprised, as another is suddenly touching him. Blue eyes take in the hairless creature. She looks, and smells, the same, and thus does he not pay attention to it other than the first initial moment. He reaches out to touch her, finding her skin feels different from Vi’s, and lips it experimentally. Soon she is gone, and touching his world instead, but Dru doesn’t get any time to ponder over it. Before he knows it, another is standing beside him. Or has he been there all along? He smells different, more of musk, than the sweet fragrance of spring and flowers.
Masculine. Unable to keep his curiosity contained, he takes a wobbly step away from Vi’s side. His haunches are still pressed against her barrel, but he has turned ninety degrees and is now facing the red male. Extending his neck he reaches for him, nostrils trembling slightly as he breaths in. His dark framed ears point forward, only twitching and turning to catch the woman’s chatter. He knows he is their subject, but he wouldn’t know what it exactly they are saying until he learns their language. “F-fam..ily..?” is his first attempt, copying the word Hestoni’s voice had been centered around. Or at least, that was how it sounded like to Drustan.
Drustan.
if the sky could dream, it would dream of dragons
@[Vi]
@[Scorch]
@[Hestoni]
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