Post by scrappy on Jun 29, 2014 6:09:04 GMT
Loping at an easy pace, the greyed dove and her overo daughter found themselves on the edge of great plains. The land opened up for miles around them like an emerald sea. Rolling hills hid the snakelike river that wound through the terra, but Glor could smell the water. It was early afternoon and the heat of summer's sun was already weighing heavily on the aging mare. Her constantly hyped offspring unsurprisingly, seemed unaffected by the temperature. Glor studied Juturna, her dark eyes soaking in every inch of her daughter that was Sem. The patchwork filly cantered just ahead of her mother, her skull held to the sky as if she expected something to fall on her. Glor chuckled at herself. Juturna was probably brooding, not worrying. Despite resembling her father, Glor's daughter was a spitting image of her in personality. At least what the powdered fatale was like when she was young. This worried my lady in grey; had it not been for Glor meeting Sem, she surely would have wound up in some dark labrynth. Sem wasn't here to save his daughter, through no fault of his own. Glor wondered if her mother's love would be enough to show Juturna the way.
Youth and vigor propelled the two toned flicka over the hilltops with grace. Juturna loved days like this, when they found themselves running beneath an endless sky. She didn't much favor the darkness and tight situations of a forest, nor the trechory of a mountain. Give her the vastness of a desert or a gently rolling plains any day. An onyx lobe was flicked backward as her mother's gentle laugh reached her. Slowing her pace to match Glor's, Juturna's lips curved in a devious grin,
"Bet ya can't beat me to the water, Ma!"
Her shrill voice caught the wind as Juturna launched herself forward. Ebony banner streaked out behind her flanks as the femme's pistons began to weave her between the hills that littered the field. Glor had been taken offguard and was also way outmatched when it came to her spawn. The fifteen year old vixen was quickly not visible behind Juturna. This was her plan. The young painted dove wanted to be alone for a bit, perhaps see what mischief she could stir.
After registering what Juturna said, Glor kicked herself into gear realizing it was a challenge. Even with light arthritis setting in within her joints, the harpie could never back down from a challenge. Years of this mentality caused her body to feel even older than she actually was. A low grunt escaped Glor's sooty lips as her muscles creaked against her full sprint. Soon Juturna was out of sight, though the grey doll could see the wide river eighty yards in front of her. Glor felt a new life enter her veins as she thought of water. Ashy limbs covered ground with great speed until the riverbed moistened the dove's feet. Glor slid to a stop, snorting loudly and repetitvely. Once she caught her breath, she began to drink happily. The fast moving river was cool and refreshing, calming my vixen into forgetting that her child was missing.
Juturna had indeed found trouble to get into. Not far up the river from where her mother sipped, a young pair of bucks also enjoyed the waters. They were brothers who had been sparring with each other and had only paused to rehydrate. Juturna had spent some time observing and messing with deer. When she approached this duo, her cranium was carried low with an arched nape. Nearly prancing, Juturna got within feet of the pair as they watched wide eyed. Pausing for several moments, the flicka finally half reared, throwing herself head first at them. The bucks reacted like bucks know how and in similiar fashion. Both reared on their hind limbs only to launch themselves horns first at Juturna. She read them like a book, dodging immediately to the left, avoiding their spiked crowns. Her own skull colliding with the smallest of the deer's neck, knocking him into his brethren. Juturna seized the opportunity, raising her fore limbs above them the young dame slammed her irons into the soft tan side of the creature. His exasperated cry satisfied the patchwork dove and she backed off, daring them to resume attack with a sneer.
Glor, now satiated, became overwhelmed with panic. Her daughter had now been missing for quite some time and they were in unknown lands. Lobes pricked and scythes creating little sound atop the terra, Glor began a search of the surrounding area. She dared not call out her child's name, in fear of alerting a would be predator of their presence. Instead the ashy harpie sucked in the air frantically, following the faint traces of Juturna's scent. Soon she found the trail guiding her north up the river and Glor even noticed hoofprints within the sands. Juturna was close, but where.
Youth and vigor propelled the two toned flicka over the hilltops with grace. Juturna loved days like this, when they found themselves running beneath an endless sky. She didn't much favor the darkness and tight situations of a forest, nor the trechory of a mountain. Give her the vastness of a desert or a gently rolling plains any day. An onyx lobe was flicked backward as her mother's gentle laugh reached her. Slowing her pace to match Glor's, Juturna's lips curved in a devious grin,
"Bet ya can't beat me to the water, Ma!"
Her shrill voice caught the wind as Juturna launched herself forward. Ebony banner streaked out behind her flanks as the femme's pistons began to weave her between the hills that littered the field. Glor had been taken offguard and was also way outmatched when it came to her spawn. The fifteen year old vixen was quickly not visible behind Juturna. This was her plan. The young painted dove wanted to be alone for a bit, perhaps see what mischief she could stir.
After registering what Juturna said, Glor kicked herself into gear realizing it was a challenge. Even with light arthritis setting in within her joints, the harpie could never back down from a challenge. Years of this mentality caused her body to feel even older than she actually was. A low grunt escaped Glor's sooty lips as her muscles creaked against her full sprint. Soon Juturna was out of sight, though the grey doll could see the wide river eighty yards in front of her. Glor felt a new life enter her veins as she thought of water. Ashy limbs covered ground with great speed until the riverbed moistened the dove's feet. Glor slid to a stop, snorting loudly and repetitvely. Once she caught her breath, she began to drink happily. The fast moving river was cool and refreshing, calming my vixen into forgetting that her child was missing.
Juturna had indeed found trouble to get into. Not far up the river from where her mother sipped, a young pair of bucks also enjoyed the waters. They were brothers who had been sparring with each other and had only paused to rehydrate. Juturna had spent some time observing and messing with deer. When she approached this duo, her cranium was carried low with an arched nape. Nearly prancing, Juturna got within feet of the pair as they watched wide eyed. Pausing for several moments, the flicka finally half reared, throwing herself head first at them. The bucks reacted like bucks know how and in similiar fashion. Both reared on their hind limbs only to launch themselves horns first at Juturna. She read them like a book, dodging immediately to the left, avoiding their spiked crowns. Her own skull colliding with the smallest of the deer's neck, knocking him into his brethren. Juturna seized the opportunity, raising her fore limbs above them the young dame slammed her irons into the soft tan side of the creature. His exasperated cry satisfied the patchwork dove and she backed off, daring them to resume attack with a sneer.
Glor, now satiated, became overwhelmed with panic. Her daughter had now been missing for quite some time and they were in unknown lands. Lobes pricked and scythes creating little sound atop the terra, Glor began a search of the surrounding area. She dared not call out her child's name, in fear of alerting a would be predator of their presence. Instead the ashy harpie sucked in the air frantically, following the faint traces of Juturna's scent. Soon she found the trail guiding her north up the river and Glor even noticed hoofprints within the sands. Juturna was close, but where.
THE GLORIOUS NOSEBLEED
and
JUTURNA