The Warden
Settled Resident
Black Ops Queen
Some days it's not death that scares me as much as life
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Post by The Warden on Mar 11, 2009 11:24:58 GMT -5
I don't think I can take care of myself, mister, I know! I've been doing it for quite some time and I'm damn good at it! [/color] Gus' blood was pounding in his ears as he tried to defend himself. But... it wasn't only Blue Moon's words he was trying to defend himself from. It was truth he feared. Because Moon was right, in a way. Gus was too young to be alone. He knew it, but did not like to admit it. He was strong, he was tough, he could take care of himself!... But sometimes, just sometimes, during the cold, during the rain, during the night when wolves howled somewhere too close for comfort, Gus had to face the fact that he did not know everything about living and the fact that he would be much better off with parents. Those were the nights he cried himself to sleep. But Blue Moon neither needed or wanted to know these things. Gus laid his head down on his forelegs and let out a long breath. Thank you, though. I appreciate your words. I- I need all the help I can get[/color] Saying the last words were a painful blow to his pride, but Gus knew he had to speak truely. His eyes flickered over Moon's face in the dim light, searching his companion. Suddenly he asked a question of his own. What's your name?[/color][/center] |
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<3Kodi
Fatally Dependent
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Post by <3Kodi on Mar 11, 2009 19:45:05 GMT -5
Moon shrugged and flicked his dark ears. If the kid thought he could live alone that was fine. Moon had managed well enough but he knew how scary it was when the wolves howled and the darkness seemed to never end. It was terrifying to young eyes and Moon had no problem admitting it. He had been scared, he was mortal and felt fear, the fear of dying alone and cold, forgotten where no one knew his name. Everything that lived and breathed feared that to some extent. Sometimes it wasn't a full blown fear but it was still there, lurking in the back of someone's mind forever like a lonely old ghost.
Shifting slightly to get comfortable for the night, Moon glanced up at Gus' question. "My name is Blue Moon. Been running alone for a while but not anymore. Don't need a herd, just someone to keep the dark at bay."
Moon chuckled thinking of the metallic-toned mare that had charmed her way into his heart and settled herself comfortably there to stay. Metallic was sheltered in a haven for mares nearby, heavily pregnant. Moon didn't go far from her but he didn't hang around all the time, his soul simply too restless to remain in such a small vacinity for long. He had decided to go run to shake off some of his restlessness before the rain set in. Oh well, he'd make it back when the rain stopped and from the sound of it Moon had company for the night.
The blue roan glanced at Gus out of the corner of his eye, wondering briefly what his own foal would look and act like. Would he or she be wild and restless like him or wild but tame like Metallic? Would they be insistent like Gus or passive? Questions that would all be answered soon enough if Metallic's changing personality and growing belly were anything to tell by.
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