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Post by LNS on Oct 1, 2003 22:33:25 GMT -5
Quiet, that's what the forest was. Not a sound could be heard, save for the sound of his own heavy hooves. No birds were singing, no creatures running about. This would have caused any other pony to rethink walking through the woods, but not him. Jol liked the quiet, he lived for it in a way. Or so it appeared.
Dark orange eyes twinkled in the afternoon light. The sound of a running waterfall caused ears to flick back and forth as he listened. If the waterfall was coming from the right, than sure as shooting the to was to the left. No town he had seen within the past year had ever been close enough to a waterfall that one could hear it. And it was certain this town would be no different.
His pale orange coat rippled with his every move. Had he paid attention to his mother more, he would have been able to read the signs more clearer. But alas he had not. He couldn't have cared than, and now was too late. There was no use in crying over spilled rainbowberry juice. It would not undo the past. It could not change it. He was what he was, and his mother was dead. Nothing would change that. So he continued on his way, his jaw tightening.
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Post by LNS on Oct 3, 2003 21:34:04 GMT -5
Heavy hooves made for heavy footsteps as he continued his walk through the forest. The roaring of the waterfall had died down as he moved farther and farther from its foamy white sprays of clear blue water. Coming upon a small stream he stopped letting his head drop down. Taking a few long drinks of the cool water, he lifted his head slowly letting the droplets of water run down his muzzle and land back in the stream.
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Post by Victory on Oct 3, 2003 23:10:26 GMT -5
The monochrome gold pony didn't even notice the other pony as she approached the stream, speaking softly half to herself, and half to the colt on her back. "Sometimes I wish I could start over, be a new piece of paper. I've always wanted to be a writer, but I'm always turned down. Now, even if I wanted to, I doubt I could really be anything other than an authoress. Still, keep a smile on and keep your chin up. What else can you do?"
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Post by LNS on Oct 3, 2003 23:13:35 GMT -5
Jol turned his head. Dark orange eyes sparkled as he noticed the owner of the voice. Tilting his up a bit higher he moved from the stream. No sense in drawing attention to himself. He stepped between a large pine tree and a bush, disappearing from view. He watched almost curious. Who was she speaking to? Perhaps she is mad. Jol half smiled at this thought. The crazed ones were always more fun than the sane ones.
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Post by Victory on Oct 3, 2003 23:36:17 GMT -5
Butterscotch gently set the colt down. "Now, let's get a closer look at your side. I hope it's nothing too serious... Nobody your age should have to suffer. It just isn't right." She gave Silence a soft nuzzle. "You should be nestled next to your momma, safe and warm and full... she'd sing you a lullaby, and nuzzle you gently while your daddy watched over you both..." She tilted her head, eyes taking on a misty, dreamlike quality.
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Post by LNS on Oct 3, 2003 23:42:53 GMT -5
His head tilting to one side he watched. So she's not his mother. Where is his mother than?
Jol cared nothing for wherever the colt's father was. Why should he? He never even met his let alone knew his name. Images of his mother filled his mind. How he missed her. Shakign the thoughts from his head, he wasn't about to turn soft. Not when something else was nearby. Especially when that something was a mare.
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Post by Victory on Oct 3, 2003 23:52:23 GMT -5
There was a long silence. Butterscotch was, in spirit, obviously somewhere else. Finally, she spoke, barely more than a musical murmur. "I remember... when I was a filly, every night my mom would read me a story. My favourites, of course, were the mysteries. But I also liked the legends. I learned of the Seven, of the first pony, the elemental goddesses... even about Zepryth, hero of the mermaid ponies." She chuckled softly. "He was an idol to me. How he always tricked Mefrynd, the seaony god, and brought the gift of knowledge to the seaponies and their kin."
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Post by LNS on Oct 3, 2003 23:56:24 GMT -5
Ears perked forward, listening to every word the mare uttered. Moving behind the tree, he slowly allowed himself to come into view. He wasn't about to go running up like some silly stallion in love, nor was he about to offer the other a greeting. He stood motionless like the tree he was alongside. If need be he would play with her mind.
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Post by Victory on Oct 4, 2003 1:37:37 GMT -5
"Zepryth gave the mermaid ponies one of their most cherished gifts, you know... the gift of song. Mefrynd kept the gift of song within a conch shell, and would listen to it every night," Butterscotch was lost in her own little web of storytelling now. "One night, while out gathering seaweed, Zepryth overheard the song, and snuck up upon Mefrynd. Once he found out where it was kept, good old Zepryth decided that such a wonderful thing could not be kept secret by the gods. He would steal it, and share it with his brothers, and even his cousins the seaponies. He waited until Mefrynd was--Oh!" She gave a startled cry, noticing Jol at last. "I... uh... hello." The mare muttered weakly, cheeks flushing with embarrassment. Had this stranger been listening to her babbling? Oh, how awkward... She certainly hoped not!
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Post by LNS on Oct 4, 2003 22:30:53 GMT -5
Jol listened, interested in the story. It was one he had not heard since he was a young a colt. Something like a smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, but appeared like a grimace to any who saw it.
"Hello." Jol replied seeing no reason to rush over and introduce himself.
True he was curious, but he knew it was better to keep a safe distance away.
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Post by Victory on Oct 4, 2003 23:43:57 GMT -5
"My name's Butterscotch, and I was just... uh... this foal, I found him lost and alone. I think he's hurt, and... I don't really know what to do." Oh, how stupid of her! There she was, rambling on about stories that weren't even true while the poor little colt was suffering!
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Post by LNS on Oct 5, 2003 12:44:02 GMT -5
A half nod of his head the unicorn replied, "Jol."
He saw no reason to waste to words. Words of little use anyway. For some unknown reason he was curious about the foal. Curious enough to venture closer.
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Post by Stellaluna on Oct 5, 2003 14:31:38 GMT -5
Silence listened intentively, ignoring his pain. Looking quite interested in Butterscotch's story. When the orange pony came into view, the newborn's ears pirked up and he looked over at the orange stallion. Tearing from the story he stared at him, and finnally for the first time smiled. Something about the stallion made him feel safe. He walked over to him in a happy gate, and looked up at him. He then looked over at Butterscotch, smilling still as if to get her to come over to him.
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Post by Victory on Oct 5, 2003 17:33:47 GMT -5
Butterscotch trotted over, initial shyness wearing off. "Looks like he's taken a shining to you, Jol." She giggled. "He must think you're his daddy! Sweet little munchkin..." Funny, really. They must look like a real stereotypical family--A unicorn, an earthling, and a pegasus with nothing in common.
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Post by LNS on Oct 6, 2003 21:12:09 GMT -5
Jol glanced down the as the white pegasus stopped in front of him. Lowering his neck he allowed the tip of his muzzle to touch the young colt's.
Daddy? Jol mused to himself, Not in ten thousand years.
He wasn't about to get mixed up, and somehow wind up with a child. Not having a father, he knew nothing about being one, and figured perhaps in the long run his father had, had the right idea. Though for some reason this child oddly interested him.
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