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Post by Deleted on Apr 16, 2015 16:21:52 GMT
 dona nobis pacem It was hot. Incredibly and impossibly hot. How did it get this hot? Why? They didn't live in a desert. Donna had been to a desert before. A competition with the cross country course running through the sands and between the saguaros. It had not been fun. The thoroughbred didn't think she had ever sweated so much in her life. Not to mention she got sand stuck between shoe and hoof which had irritated her the whole ride. So the fact that it was hot enough to make her remember that, didn't make her extremely happy. Sure she was still in a somewhat good mood, the mare had never experienced anything less than a blissfully happy existence. The shade was nice though. The rest of the horses had banded under a thicket and had, as always, excluded her. That didn't matter. Sure it would've been nice to have someone help her swat the flies that were mercilessly buzzing around her, but at least she had a bit of shade. The thicket would've been nicer, but this large oak that stood to one side of the field provided ample shade for the palomino. But it was exceptionally boring. Standing there, roasting and swatting at flies. Her mind was unoccupied. And that was never fun. Donna needed to find some entertainment. There weren't many animals running about the field that she could bother. The cats would never leave the barn on so hot a day. The other horses weren't exactly an option. She still didn't understand why exactly they didn't like her. All she had was this tree. Well... it was just a tree. Maybe it could be interesting? The young mare walked around the roots of the great oak, inspecting it. Something? Anything interesting? That could be interesting. A hole in the bark near the base of the tree. What could be in there? An animal? A treat?! Donna was going to find out. The mare dropped her head and pushed her soft pink nose against the hole. She snuffed and sniffed as best as she could, trying to catch a scent. But the hole was too small, and her nose too large, and she couldn't quite get it in there. Well, why not make the hole bigger? The sabino lifted her foreleg and dig at the hole, pushing her hoof against the bark. It was working! The hole was getting bigger! But then the unthinkable happened. Her hoof slipped, sliding into the hole. She pulled back, trying to retrieve her stolen limb, but to no avail. Luckily, she'd been stuck enough in her life not to panic in a situation like this. But it looked like she'd be stuck here for a while. And she just had to be on the side of the tree that would lose it's shade as the sun went down. Well... it could be worse. Couldn't it? Notes: wee<3 Tagged: @fawn Word Count: 482 [/div] |
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Post by Deleted on Apr 16, 2015 16:55:03 GMT
LITTLE LION MAN 'simba'
What had his mom said? Don't go too far? Or had she said, Don't go for a fart? Hmm. Simba wasn't entirely sure, nor did it worry him all that much. He was only two months old, without a single care in the world.
His mother often told him to stick by her side, stay close to your brother (whom was his twin and the humans often confused one for the other), etc. Meh. He thought with a lazy flick of his fluff of a tail before trotting off to the other side of the paddock whilst his mother and brother took a nap under a tree.
He could just make out a group of horses in the other field, but there was this dastardly wooden contraption in the way separating the two fields from one another. Maybe it had something to do with keeping pregnant mares and young foals away from nippy pasture mates.
The sun was crazy hot and he felt as though is cream coat was being roasted alive. "SUN WHY DO YOU INSIST ON BEING SO HOT? He whinnied in a shrill voice as he got down onto his knees and somehow squeezed his body through the wooden fencing. "Just...a little..bit...more!" He snorted as he finally reached the other side and clambered back to his tiny white hooves. "Wee, I'm free!" He nickered, kicking up his heels and barreling across the field, as happy as can be.
It wasn't until he ran head first into the leg of a horse that he finally came to an abrupt stop. "What? Who put this tree here?" He nickered in confusement as he stepped aside and looked up at the much taller mare, who was apparently stuck in something. His eyes studied the mare's golden coloring, aside from the huge white splotches she looked like him. At least, in his mind. "Whoa, you must be my real mom, you look sorta kinda like me, I guess you must have fallen in a pond of milk or somethin' " He snorted curiously as he studied the horse, "New Real Mom, why are you sticking your hoof in the tree?" He asked, flicking his small ears then shaking his head as an annoying fly thought it funny to buzz in and around his ears.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 17, 2015 21:40:24 GMT
dona nobis pacem The skin on her rump was roasting. The shade had moved and at the moment it only covered halfway down her back. The flies were horrible as well. Her light tail flicked like a white flag back and forth, trying to ward the tiny monsters off. Unfortunately, it wasn't exactly working. It was even worse on her stuck foreleg. Since she couldn't pick it up to kick them away, they were mercilessly feasting on it. Her poor leg. Donna knew better than to pull back on it. She's done that once when she was a foal and her mother nearly colicked she was so mad. Her legs were her life, don't ruin your life. Her mother had told her to wait until a human could come and free her. She was lucky to escape that without injury and ever since that day she had listened to advice. Just stand still and wait. Wait for a human. They were smart. They could figure this stuff out. But still. Standing with the sun creeping forward and her legs sore from being here for as long as she had been, it wasn't exactly fun. She was trying to stretch when she felt something hit her. It was smaller than another horse, but too big to be a cat or even a dog. A young voice came to her ears. "What? Who put this tree here?" Soft brown eyes turned to see a small colt. He couldn't be more than a few months old, no where near old enough to be away from his mother. But the more she looked around, the more she knew that his mother wasn't anywhere around. After all, weren't the mares with foals his age kept in a different pasture? How did he even get here? The other mares surely wouldn't too excited to see him. Or worse, they would decide he was their foal. She wouldn't let that happen. Donna would make sure he made it back to his mother! If she could figure out how to get out of this hole. "Whoa, you must be my real mom, you look sorta kinda like me, I guess you must have fallen in a pond of milk or somethin'." His real mom? Well if it convinced him to stick close to her, she would take it. "New Real Mom, why are you sticking your hoof in the tree?" Oh gosh he was adorable! The mare smiled and brought her head down to be level with the colts. "It slipped. I was trying to make the hole bigger so I could see what was in there," she said and looked at her side where her white markings were. "And I didn't fall in milk, I was born with these. Just like you were born with the ones on your legs." Donna looked out toward rest of the mares and nudged the palomino colt closer to the tree, under the shade. "You know, you could help me get my leg out, then we could play a game!"Notes: simba is precious Tagged: @fawn Word Count: 506 |
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Post by Deleted on Apr 22, 2015 2:32:20 GMT
LITTLE LION MAN 'simba'
The golden colt looked at the larger mare with great interest, wondering what made her look just like him. Perhaps it was the alignment of the stars, since apparently she had not fallen in a pool of milk as a baby.
Hearing the mare's remark, he raised one of his forelegs and sniffed the white marking that stopped just below his knee. "Oh wow, really? So cool.. it's like we're dopp..dupple..doo-pleh...ganger." He tried his best to pronounce the word doppleganger, but it just refused to roll off his tongue correctly.
Snorting and stamping his hooves in annoyance, his ears pricked at the mention of a game. "A game? Okay!" He whinnied with excitement as he was nudged into the comforting shade of the tree which was highly welcomed as he felt as though he was being roasted live in the sun's unforgiving heat.
Looking through chocolate brown eyes, he stepped forward and inspected the mare's stuck hoof. "Oh silly new real mom, your hoof isn't supposed to go in there." He snorted matter-of-factly as he tried his best to stand up on his little hind legs, his muzzle just barely coming up to the hole. "Oh, I know what I can do!" He nickered as he spun around and began kicking up both his hind legs in what looked like a baby buck, his ivory hooves slowly, but surely chipping away at the tree's bark. "Me and my brother play this game all the time." He snorted as he continued to kick up his hind legs, flicking his ears as a stray piece of chipped bark whizzed passed his head.
Hopefully his efforts would be enough to free the painted mare, it didn't look as though any humans were patrolling the fields, or whatever it was that they did during the day.
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