09-15-2016, 01:07 PM
We're all drawn toward what's beautiful & broken
Fear pulled at Maus' heart strings as she watched her son bounce excitedly a few yards ahead of her. Her deep amber eyes darted around them as if she expected them to be attacked at any moment. "Hurry Mother! Hurry!" The small voice of the six month old pierces the normal forest sounds. "Slow down, Pitch! Don't get so far ahead!" the worried mother calls, noting absentmindedly how her sons voice shared her russian accent. After his recent stunt of sneaking away to find the Playground, Maus decided it was time to take the young boy exploring. The grulla mare discovered shortly after he was able to walk that he was born an avid adventurer. It terrified her, to be honest, especially since here in Beqanna they were considered the oddballs. Neither Maus nor her silver grulla colt had any sort of magic or special abilities. It didn't take the mousey minx long to find out that this place wasn't like anywhere else she'd been.
"Come on! Mother!" the child calls impatiently. They hadn't even left the forest yet and he knew there were a lot of places to see. His lanky black pointed legs prance excitedly as he waits for his dam to catch up. He wanted to see everything and if she kept poking around they'd get no where. As his Mother draws within a yard of him he turns, taking off on the game trail they'd been following. "Let's race to the edge of the Forest!" He calls breathlessly as he darts down the path, throwing a few playful bucks into his gate. "No! Pitch, wait!" the grulla mare calls out, but watches in horror as her son disappears around a thick patch of underbrush.
Maus feels her blood run cold as she watches his short bottle brush tail slip out of view. "Pitch!" her voice is stranded and swathed in fear. She opens her gate, her legs stretching forward to pull her body into a run. "Pitch, come back!" she yells for her child as she rounds the bushes he had disappeared behind. Her deep amber eyes search frantically for his silver grulla form and the sight instantly causes her to skid to a halt, a blanket of terror falling over her body. Pitch had been looking back to see if his mother was following him. Having not been paying attention he didn't see the small embankment he raced towards. As his small front hooves press down into what he expected to be the ground, a startled squeal escapes his lips. His heart plummets the way it does when your foot misses a step on the stairs and the momentum from his sprint casts him sprawling down the bank. Pitch tumpled the short distance, landing himself right between the two stallions.
"Come on! Mother!" the child calls impatiently. They hadn't even left the forest yet and he knew there were a lot of places to see. His lanky black pointed legs prance excitedly as he waits for his dam to catch up. He wanted to see everything and if she kept poking around they'd get no where. As his Mother draws within a yard of him he turns, taking off on the game trail they'd been following. "Let's race to the edge of the Forest!" He calls breathlessly as he darts down the path, throwing a few playful bucks into his gate. "No! Pitch, wait!" the grulla mare calls out, but watches in horror as her son disappears around a thick patch of underbrush.
Maus feels her blood run cold as she watches his short bottle brush tail slip out of view. "Pitch!" her voice is stranded and swathed in fear. She opens her gate, her legs stretching forward to pull her body into a run. "Pitch, come back!" she yells for her child as she rounds the bushes he had disappeared behind. Her deep amber eyes search frantically for his silver grulla form and the sight instantly causes her to skid to a halt, a blanket of terror falling over her body. Pitch had been looking back to see if his mother was following him. Having not been paying attention he didn't see the small embankment he raced towards. As his small front hooves press down into what he expected to be the ground, a startled squeal escapes his lips. His heart plummets the way it does when your foot misses a step on the stairs and the momentum from his sprint casts him sprawling down the bank. Pitch tumpled the short distance, landing himself right between the two stallions.