Juice
09-03-2019, 09:34 AM
The noise of breaking branches causes the male to tense. His lobes flick back and his poll snaps up. For a moment, he considers melting into a puddle to disappear. Though, the bay splash worries that constantly melting away makes him look timid and scared; a coward. Juice watches with wide eyes as the sunshine yellow mare, with pink points, drops in. Eyelids close over black eyes and blink several times - both in disbelief of an equine dropping out of the trees and, in response to her blindingly bright hue (which is as bright as if they are standing in direct sunlight). The mare's perfume seems familiar to Juice. He racks his thinker-box and desperately attempts to place it. He knows it has been a while since he last encountered it though he could not remember her name.
The steed's focus returns to the dunskin mare, who finally acknowledges she is not alone. When her ears pin, Juice becomes confused. He certainly was not expecting her to push him away. She is his mom. He is confident in that now. Her smell is exactly how he remembers it as a boy though, it bears the distinct taint of burnt embers. Her voice is more tired than he remembers but, it belongs to his mother, no doubt. Her words are as cold as her facial expression. Juice finds himself staring in disbelief as his own mother neither recognizes him nor, believes him.
The bay splash overo watches as she pushes past him with her ears still flat against his head. His heart aches in this moment, a hurt he did not know to be possible. What mother could not remember her child? His dark gaze catch the floating fragments of ash that trail her milky tail and, Juice finally realizes that he left her. What had happened to her after he left? How long did Jager stay? What did they endure? For all the times he acts indifferent, even cold-hearted, you might not recognize that he is capable of feeling anything. But, right here, right now, guilt strikes him and, it does not take long for the young male to snap out of his stare. He briefly glances at the brightly colored mare though, he is unable to recall how he knows her. He has nothing to say to her and so, with a decisive snort, Juice jogs forward, after Lamb (though he steers clear of her kicking range).
His voice cracks as he calls out to her, once again. "Please, Lavendel, wait! You are my mom. I am your son. I am Juice. You gave birth to me and Jager, deep in the Sylvan forest. Our dad is Jesper..." The stallion allows his voice to trail off. He settles into stride behind her by matching her pace. He could not be sure if what he said is enough for her to stop. If not, Juice is at a loss as to what he should do next. He is a too proud to apologize for abandoning her. He cannot admit that he has never once gone looking for his father. The better question is, why hasn't his father come looking for him?
@[Lavendel] @[Jackel]
The steed's focus returns to the dunskin mare, who finally acknowledges she is not alone. When her ears pin, Juice becomes confused. He certainly was not expecting her to push him away. She is his mom. He is confident in that now. Her smell is exactly how he remembers it as a boy though, it bears the distinct taint of burnt embers. Her voice is more tired than he remembers but, it belongs to his mother, no doubt. Her words are as cold as her facial expression. Juice finds himself staring in disbelief as his own mother neither recognizes him nor, believes him.
The bay splash overo watches as she pushes past him with her ears still flat against his head. His heart aches in this moment, a hurt he did not know to be possible. What mother could not remember her child? His dark gaze catch the floating fragments of ash that trail her milky tail and, Juice finally realizes that he left her. What had happened to her after he left? How long did Jager stay? What did they endure? For all the times he acts indifferent, even cold-hearted, you might not recognize that he is capable of feeling anything. But, right here, right now, guilt strikes him and, it does not take long for the young male to snap out of his stare. He briefly glances at the brightly colored mare though, he is unable to recall how he knows her. He has nothing to say to her and so, with a decisive snort, Juice jogs forward, after Lamb (though he steers clear of her kicking range).
His voice cracks as he calls out to her, once again. "Please, Lavendel, wait! You are my mom. I am your son. I am Juice. You gave birth to me and Jager, deep in the Sylvan forest. Our dad is Jesper..." The stallion allows his voice to trail off. He settles into stride behind her by matching her pace. He could not be sure if what he said is enough for her to stop. If not, Juice is at a loss as to what he should do next. He is a too proud to apologize for abandoning her. He cannot admit that he has never once gone looking for his father. The better question is, why hasn't his father come looking for him?
@[Lavendel] @[Jackel]