08-27-2016, 10:35 AM
Azar
She thought she had seen a shadow, and she tried to search for it again as the light of day continued to brighten. She felt that her mother should've been here by now, but had yet to see her again. Until then, it seemed she was on her own. An unsettling feeling buried itself within her chest, and then her honeyed eyes found the shadow form again.
It fluctuated unnaturally as if it had too many legs, and her heartbeat sped up in fear. She remained as still as she could in her little nook, though her coat quivered. As she watched, the mass shifted and split, multiplying in two. One continued it's path onward, oblivious to the other half as it began sniffing the air and angled straight for her. She tensed, holding her breath, and hoped she wouldn't be found by whatever creature it was that could split in two.
The shadows grew ever lighter with the sun quickly rising. She could discern now that it was another foal, but her heart was already racing and she wasn't sure she should calm it. Still wary, she watched as the figure approached, then stabbed it's head through her little makeshift den. Her eyes widened and she wanted to hide her head beneath her wing, but was too afraid to lose sight of the being.
It was another filly, and Azar unsuccessfully tried to calm her nerves. Uncertainty replaced the fear, and curiosity slipped into her eyes. She lifted her chin a little and tested the air for the filly's scent, not that she would recognize her but it was more comforting to have a smell with a face.
The other figure suddenly yelled! Azar startled greatly, her entire body jolting violently. She hadn't heard anything so loud before, and his voice sounded strained with emotion, fear or worry for his other half. Her eyes flew to his direction and back to the filly before her. The gently creeping sense of safety she had been gaining from the filly shattered with his bullet voice. And then a third foal appeared!
Are you sleeping? It's basically noon now. You can wake up, this one said to her. And indeed sunlight rained down on them now.
Azar shuffled to her feet, frantic and clumsy. The leaves scattered beneath her in a loud rush. Her legs splayed awkwardly, stretched out before her a little too far for standing normally. There was nothing wrong with her limbs, only with her ability to function in her harried state. Somehow this pose had felt safer, as if she could take flight more easily though she couldn't yet fly. At least she didn't think she could, she had never tried. Her mother didn't have wings and couldn't teach her. Where was she anyway? She'd been gone so long..
She held like that, her head lowered looking up at them, eyes flitting from face to face to face. Her wings had lifted from her side a little, not fully spanned but allowing air to brush her rib cage, as if prepared instinctually for a sudden take-off. Her breath still came quick, and she watched them carefully, unsure what to do or say or how this was going to go. She hadn't met anyone but her mother til now, as they wafted through lands like silent ghosts.
It fluctuated unnaturally as if it had too many legs, and her heartbeat sped up in fear. She remained as still as she could in her little nook, though her coat quivered. As she watched, the mass shifted and split, multiplying in two. One continued it's path onward, oblivious to the other half as it began sniffing the air and angled straight for her. She tensed, holding her breath, and hoped she wouldn't be found by whatever creature it was that could split in two.
The shadows grew ever lighter with the sun quickly rising. She could discern now that it was another foal, but her heart was already racing and she wasn't sure she should calm it. Still wary, she watched as the figure approached, then stabbed it's head through her little makeshift den. Her eyes widened and she wanted to hide her head beneath her wing, but was too afraid to lose sight of the being.
It was another filly, and Azar unsuccessfully tried to calm her nerves. Uncertainty replaced the fear, and curiosity slipped into her eyes. She lifted her chin a little and tested the air for the filly's scent, not that she would recognize her but it was more comforting to have a smell with a face.
The other figure suddenly yelled! Azar startled greatly, her entire body jolting violently. She hadn't heard anything so loud before, and his voice sounded strained with emotion, fear or worry for his other half. Her eyes flew to his direction and back to the filly before her. The gently creeping sense of safety she had been gaining from the filly shattered with his bullet voice. And then a third foal appeared!
Are you sleeping? It's basically noon now. You can wake up, this one said to her. And indeed sunlight rained down on them now.
Azar shuffled to her feet, frantic and clumsy. The leaves scattered beneath her in a loud rush. Her legs splayed awkwardly, stretched out before her a little too far for standing normally. There was nothing wrong with her limbs, only with her ability to function in her harried state. Somehow this pose had felt safer, as if she could take flight more easily though she couldn't yet fly. At least she didn't think she could, she had never tried. Her mother didn't have wings and couldn't teach her. Where was she anyway? She'd been gone so long..
She held like that, her head lowered looking up at them, eyes flitting from face to face to face. Her wings had lifted from her side a little, not fully spanned but allowing air to brush her rib cage, as if prepared instinctually for a sudden take-off. Her breath still came quick, and she watched them carefully, unsure what to do or say or how this was going to go. She hadn't met anyone but her mother til now, as they wafted through lands like silent ghosts.
@[kahzie] @[Kristin]
ooc: so sorry this took so long, it was a rough week x.x also sry its a bit bleh, kids constantly interrupting me argh