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Post by otho on Oct 18, 2009 22:57:45 GMT 8
Jegathema
He looked at his daughter silently, thinking. "Very well, but be careful, Zakira, there are things that are as dangerous as wolves, and they grant a fate worse then death." he said finally, nodding.
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Post by Rosey-Lew ^.^ on Oct 18, 2009 23:02:55 GMT 8
Zakira
"Thank You" I said, smiling, before turning my tail and leaving, not looking back.
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Post by otho on Oct 21, 2009 4:25:52 GMT 8
Jegathema
The grey watched her leave before turning back to Blaze and Hadley. "I don't think I'll ever get used to watching my children leave." he said, shaking his fine head slightly.
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Post by Rosey-Lew ^.^ on Oct 24, 2009 0:25:37 GMT 8
I too felt his loss, my first baby, gone, open to all sorts of danger. I sighed sadly to myself, Looking to the ground, before heading toward Jegath and resting my head on his nape, harks pinned flat.
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Post by otho on Oct 25, 2009 4:52:28 GMT 8
Jegathema
He twisted his head slightly, gently touching her, but otherwise he didn't move. "She will do well I think; she has your strength and mine in her." he said finally.
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Post by Rosey-Lew ^.^ on Oct 28, 2009 0:36:59 GMT 8
I sighed. "But I just know somthing has happened to her, I just know it." I don't know what is was, but I felt like somthing bad had happened to her.
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Post by otho on Nov 7, 2009 12:30:16 GMT 8
Jegathema
"Perhaps we will never find out, but that's life." he said, noting Hadley wandering off again as he spoke.
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Post by Rosey-Lew ^.^ on Nov 11, 2009 2:38:32 GMT 8
Blaze
The mare sighed, gently lipping her mate's tresses. "I'm sure she can look after herself." She shook her delicate crown, cherry tresses falling away from her face.
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Post by otho on Dec 5, 2009 20:51:17 GMT 8
Jegathema
"Yes, she has your charm and strength... She will be fine wherever she goes..." he said, almost to himself as he looked across the mountains once more before walking down to one of the many streams to drink.
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Post by erosaf on Jan 29, 2010 9:11:22 GMT 8
Andrea I had seen the young filly leaving the land. That had to happen with all of us, I supposed. She did not look at me as I walked alone. I was bored here. Time for a change perhaps.
Yes perhaps that was the answer for me. A change of home and life.
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Post by Rosey-Lew ^.^ on Jan 30, 2010 16:23:29 GMT 8
Zakira
The two year old mare trotted forward, her cherry roan coat shining under the sun. A small, newborn filly followed closly beside her flanks. Zakira turned to nuzzle her softly, and then continued. She eventually came to where her mother and father were stood, and she stood quietly, the filly stood, also silent, beneath her stomach, watching the two larger equines.
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Post by otho on Feb 9, 2010 4:35:49 GMT 8
Jegathema
He saw his daughter return. She looked a bit older, and beneath her stood... A filly. Her filly. "Hello Zakira." he said, trotting towards her and nuzzling her fondly. "Now who might this be?" he asked, looking at the filly with a mixture of curiousity and pride. He had wondered when Zakira would come, but her daughter was a surprise to him, though not unwelcome. Perhaps he was getting too emotional, in fact, he definitely was. He would learn, and he knew he still needed to.
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Post by Rosey-Lew ^.^ on Mar 2, 2010 0:11:17 GMT 8
Zakira flicked her skull as her father spoke, suddenly nervous. "This is Tia." She said softly, she nudged the filly forward, and the flika looked up warily at her grandfather. Her eyes were exactly like his, her coat was a shade darker than her grandmother's. She cocked her skull aside and stepped forward again, reaching up to sniff at Jegath's muzzle. She soon decided that he smelled familliar, and weaved between his legs, seemingly intent on looking at him from every angle.
Zakira was content on wathing her daughter, and she was happy that her father wasn't angry at her for having a child so young, not that it was her fault, though. She knew that Jegath would ask about Tia's sire, and Zakira would tell him the truth. She stepped closer to him, placing her muzzle near his hark. "She can't speak, shes mute." She murmured, glancing down at the filly.
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Post by otho on Mar 3, 2010 9:50:52 GMT 8
Jegathema
Sorrow darkened his eyes for a moment, but then he smiled. "That doesn't mean that she isn't beautiful all the same." he said to his daughter, then he turned to Tia. "Hello Tia." he said gently, nuzzling her softly. "Who is her sire though Zakira?" he asked, looking up again with a look of curiousity mixed with a burning interest. He didn't mind her having a foal at her young age; it was the way things went, but he was most intrigued by his grandchild's sire.
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Post by Rosey-Lew ^.^ on Mar 4, 2010 5:14:48 GMT 8
Tia looked up adoringly at her grandfather, flicking her bottle-brush tail as she did. She dipped her head down toward his muzzle as he nudged her, headbutting his strong skull in friendly greeting. She skipped round behind him, sniffing at his hooves before rearing up and charging away, deciding that she would explore on her own if no-one would go with her. She knew not to go far, though, and not to go into the woods, her mother had warned her enough times. Instead, she paddled in the gentle stream, marvelling in the fish.
Zakira was, for a moment, consumed by her daughter's antics. She smiled, before remembering the question her sire had asked her. She looked guiltily to the floor. "I.. um... I was forcebred..." She shuddered with the memory of the pain, her harks pressing back into her strawberry hued mane. She didn't know how her father would react to this. Would he be mad at her?
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