12-26-2016, 11:27 AM
(This post was last modified: 12-26-2016, 01:32 PM by Briske.
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She hasn't yet learned the concept of Time, doesn't even know the meaning of the word. She is but a young girl, whose only concerns tend to center around her other half. Her twin, her likeness and her opposite, all in one. Oh, and food. Food is extra important. They were old enough now for forage, teeth grown in that are perfect for nipping and grinding. They have lost their foal fuzz and since it is autumn, they exchange that for warmer winter coats. They're growing larger, taller and thicker in bone. Her Russie's horn is getting longer and coming to a point instead of that blunt nub she had noticed after their first couple months of life. Boy, and that thing could hurt! He'd poked her with it one good time a couple weeks ago, leaving a nice little welt behind that has since scabbed over and begun to heal. She doesn't truly realize that is all thanks to Time.
The peach-colored boy had tagged his apricot sister (with his nose, this time) and taken off, laughing in his silly way, knowing she would give chase. She giggled as she ran, eyes trained on his retreating peachy butt with black tail flagged. "Gonna get'cha!" She goaded, mischievous grin in place. She is lighter than him, quicker on her feet, but she doesn't put her all into catching him. She prefers to prolong the game, making it more fun for them both. He responds by squealing and throwing himself into a wild leap, as if he would suddenly sprout wings and fly away. But he doesn't. In fact, he doesn't anything. LIke some kind of crazy dream, he freezes mid-leap, suspended in the air with that silly grin spread wide over his face. Briske skids to a halt beside him, staring up at her twin in shock and awe. "Russie? How you do that?!" As though it was some new trick he's learned. But he doesn't answer, makes no movements and takes no breaths. "Rustle?" She boops his side, gently at first, and then harder when he still doesn't answer. Nipping at him, she dives under her twin's floating body, giggling and trying not to panic. "Ruuuussie!!" Flicking her tail at him, she whips around and snorts in his face. "Heeeyyyy..." Nothing. She 'humphs' and backs away from him, eyeing the world around them for possibly the first time all day. Her ears twitch to and fro as her light brown eyes scan the area, and she quickly realizes that her twin isn't the only one frozen in place. Everything is. "What the..?" Birds are halted mid-flight, a squirrel mid-climb. The wind ceased to blow. There were no smells! She darts between a few trees and sees some adults nearby, suspended mid-chew or mid-step. One guy was even mid-pee! Whoooa..
And then, just as suddenly, things start to change. A few flakes of snow drift past her face, slow and sweet toward the ground. Leaves begin to slowly float from the branches. It was a slow change at first, and she doesn't quite realize what is happening is abnormal aside from the time freeze until things speed up all crazy. The wind sweeps through and almost shoves her off-balance, making her shiver with the bite of cold it brings. Snow rapidly covers the ground and the trees are stripping right in front of her, making her think maybe she should avert her eyes. She snickers and then prances off into the snow, staring in awe at the amazing show the world gives her to see. Soon, she notices the immediate change in seasons is making a trail, the snow and fall of leaves continuing onward to the east. Hmm, she thinks, curiosity piqued. A gust of wind shoves at her rear end, strong enough to push her to take one step. Ahh, cooold.. She shivers, but begins to think there must be some reason that she still moves while everyone else is still. The wind sweeps by again and she snorts. Okay, okay!
Briske, taller now, curves filled out and a nice orangey coat surrounding her, returns to her twin who is just as he was for a quick moment, giving him a soft nuzzle. "I'm gonna go see what's going on, Russie. I'll be back soon, though, 'kay?"" She lingers, not wanting to leave him. They're never far apart from one another. But she has to see what this all is, what it means. And so she goes, leaving tthe half that makes her whole, following the trail of fallen leaves to the east. The wind whips at her sides, almost as though to urge her on. Whether that was the case or not, she is compelled to move faster, making use of her lengthy limbs and pumping agile muscles. Feels good to run when it's cold like this, and she smiles as she kicks up her heels, heartbeat matching her strides. Light brown eyes follow the path of winter ahead, until she sees it. The cave standing, gaping, in a random patch of still-warm autumn. The trees around it are still alive with their cover, all reds and oranges and yellows. The grass in just this area is untouched by the snow. Curious. She bounds through the cold, rapidly approaching this anomaly among anomalies. Once she steps into the circle, the wind stills and warmth replaces. The girl of apricot and black comes to stand before the yawning stone mouth, in awe and nervous wonder. Briske is full of adventure, always, but as of yet she had always had her brother. He had her back, made her brave. Nothing could defeat them together. But, in this, she is alone. A glance back behind her at this strange changed world validates her thought.
Then, a faint piercing sound reaches out to her, and she flips her pretty head back to the cave entrance, ears perked to attention. A chill runs up her spine, despite the warmth of this little oasis. Her eyes wide, she takes the plunge, stepping into the deep and the dark. But the low light has never been a problem for her. Her vision adjusts quickly, able to cut through the shadows and catch the movements of critters on the walls as she travels farther in. The scream sounds again, and she gasps at the lonesome sound. A cry for help? Heart beating wild in her chest, she comes to a fork. Three passageways. Left, center and right. She sniffs, but only scents the dark and dank of the rocky cavern. "Who's there?!" She calls, and is brazened by the courage in her voice. The screams are her only answer, their echoes bouncing off every wall and disrupting the direction of origin. Taking a deep breath, she eyes each tunnel equally and sets forward. Down the center. Forward is the only way to go now. "I'm coming!" She calls back again, sifting through the shadows with some ease as she follows. Ready or not...
The peach-colored boy had tagged his apricot sister (with his nose, this time) and taken off, laughing in his silly way, knowing she would give chase. She giggled as she ran, eyes trained on his retreating peachy butt with black tail flagged. "Gonna get'cha!" She goaded, mischievous grin in place. She is lighter than him, quicker on her feet, but she doesn't put her all into catching him. She prefers to prolong the game, making it more fun for them both. He responds by squealing and throwing himself into a wild leap, as if he would suddenly sprout wings and fly away. But he doesn't. In fact, he doesn't anything. LIke some kind of crazy dream, he freezes mid-leap, suspended in the air with that silly grin spread wide over his face. Briske skids to a halt beside him, staring up at her twin in shock and awe. "Russie? How you do that?!" As though it was some new trick he's learned. But he doesn't answer, makes no movements and takes no breaths. "Rustle?" She boops his side, gently at first, and then harder when he still doesn't answer. Nipping at him, she dives under her twin's floating body, giggling and trying not to panic. "Ruuuussie!!" Flicking her tail at him, she whips around and snorts in his face. "Heeeyyyy..." Nothing. She 'humphs' and backs away from him, eyeing the world around them for possibly the first time all day. Her ears twitch to and fro as her light brown eyes scan the area, and she quickly realizes that her twin isn't the only one frozen in place. Everything is. "What the..?" Birds are halted mid-flight, a squirrel mid-climb. The wind ceased to blow. There were no smells! She darts between a few trees and sees some adults nearby, suspended mid-chew or mid-step. One guy was even mid-pee! Whoooa..
And then, just as suddenly, things start to change. A few flakes of snow drift past her face, slow and sweet toward the ground. Leaves begin to slowly float from the branches. It was a slow change at first, and she doesn't quite realize what is happening is abnormal aside from the time freeze until things speed up all crazy. The wind sweeps through and almost shoves her off-balance, making her shiver with the bite of cold it brings. Snow rapidly covers the ground and the trees are stripping right in front of her, making her think maybe she should avert her eyes. She snickers and then prances off into the snow, staring in awe at the amazing show the world gives her to see. Soon, she notices the immediate change in seasons is making a trail, the snow and fall of leaves continuing onward to the east. Hmm, she thinks, curiosity piqued. A gust of wind shoves at her rear end, strong enough to push her to take one step. Ahh, cooold.. She shivers, but begins to think there must be some reason that she still moves while everyone else is still. The wind sweeps by again and she snorts. Okay, okay!
Briske, taller now, curves filled out and a nice orangey coat surrounding her, returns to her twin who is just as he was for a quick moment, giving him a soft nuzzle. "I'm gonna go see what's going on, Russie. I'll be back soon, though, 'kay?"" She lingers, not wanting to leave him. They're never far apart from one another. But she has to see what this all is, what it means. And so she goes, leaving tthe half that makes her whole, following the trail of fallen leaves to the east. The wind whips at her sides, almost as though to urge her on. Whether that was the case or not, she is compelled to move faster, making use of her lengthy limbs and pumping agile muscles. Feels good to run when it's cold like this, and she smiles as she kicks up her heels, heartbeat matching her strides. Light brown eyes follow the path of winter ahead, until she sees it. The cave standing, gaping, in a random patch of still-warm autumn. The trees around it are still alive with their cover, all reds and oranges and yellows. The grass in just this area is untouched by the snow. Curious. She bounds through the cold, rapidly approaching this anomaly among anomalies. Once she steps into the circle, the wind stills and warmth replaces. The girl of apricot and black comes to stand before the yawning stone mouth, in awe and nervous wonder. Briske is full of adventure, always, but as of yet she had always had her brother. He had her back, made her brave. Nothing could defeat them together. But, in this, she is alone. A glance back behind her at this strange changed world validates her thought.
Then, a faint piercing sound reaches out to her, and she flips her pretty head back to the cave entrance, ears perked to attention. A chill runs up her spine, despite the warmth of this little oasis. Her eyes wide, she takes the plunge, stepping into the deep and the dark. But the low light has never been a problem for her. Her vision adjusts quickly, able to cut through the shadows and catch the movements of critters on the walls as she travels farther in. The scream sounds again, and she gasps at the lonesome sound. A cry for help? Heart beating wild in her chest, she comes to a fork. Three passageways. Left, center and right. She sniffs, but only scents the dark and dank of the rocky cavern. "Who's there?!" She calls, and is brazened by the courage in her voice. The screams are her only answer, their echoes bouncing off every wall and disrupting the direction of origin. Taking a deep breath, she eyes each tunnel equally and sets forward. Down the center. Forward is the only way to go now. "I'm coming!" She calls back again, sifting through the shadows with some ease as she follows. Ready or not...
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Jeez, Bri.. cut it closer, would ya? xD
Briske chooses right down the middle the center path, and would prefer a trait over points. This is fun! Thank you!