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Like a Match And Gasoline {Sidra/any} - Sretan - 02-03-2016 Sretan It had been a long journey, a couple days at least, when Voudou finally told her to stop. Sretan looked around, aweing at tall trees and still full of energy despite the fact that they had been walking all morning. She was a tiny little thing yet, not even a week old, her mane and tail still fluffy, and barely able to keep her own mother from stepping on her. Though the blue filly didn't know any different, Voudou wasn't exactly the best example of a nurturing mother. Sure she stayed clean and dry, and felt safe from the outside world, but the large friesian mare still wasn't kind-hearted by nature. "Look for the black mare, Sidra. And don't forget what I told you," her mother said softly before giving her a slightly rough bump. Wide-eyed and confused, Sretan complied, trotting off away from her mom. Of course mom would stay nearby...right? She wandered aimlessly, soft hoofs barely leaving impressions in the dirt behind her. Everything just seemed so... large. The trees reached towards the sky, almost seeming to brush the clouds at their peaks, even the grasses here easily reached her stomach, hiding her delicate black legs. Oh! A butterfly! The task at hand was completely forgotten as Sretan chased around the colorful insect, blue and black like herself, only to have it land upon her nose, clinging to her velvety muzzle. With a snort the butterfly fell, and Sretan quickly moved on, making sure to step on the bug as she went. Coming to a sudden realization, the filly noticed she could no longer smell Voudou in the air, and she had no idea where she was. "Mom? I can't find anyone, can't we just go somewhere else?" she called out, a slight hint of worry shadowing her voice. RE: Like a Match And Gasoline {Sidra/any} - Sahm+Newton - 02-07-2016
RE: Like a Match And Gasoline {Sidra/any} - Sretan - 02-09-2016 Sretan Sretan froze suddenly when a figure appeared before her. A large black horse, sort of like mother said, except a grand stallion, not a mare. He had too much white to be Sidra anyway, a large splash of it reaching up from his stomach, weirdly tinted with blue (though Sretan thought nothing of this). The creature pulled itself towards her slowly, stopping only a small bit away. He spoke, and the filly stared back at him, slightly wide-eyed and seemingly unable to form any words at all. Until now, she had never even attempted to speak to another soul besides Voudou, and she was completely unsure of what to do next. Perhaps sensing how uncomfortable she was, the large stallion spoke some more, urging the conversation forward with a little more confidence. Quietly but firmly she uttered, "I'm Sretan." Words! Success. Sretan perked her ears towards him, not afraid just confused. A stupid smile was now plastered across her tiny face, even as the realization kicked in that her neck might start to hurt if she had to keep looking up at him for too long. Just as she noticed she hadn't even answered his question he asked another. Mother? Oh right. "I'm not sure exactly, I'm sure she's lurking around here somewhere. Voudou wanted me to meet Sidra, I didn't really think I would find anyone else around here," she said, her voice now oozing the type of confidence that came only with children, so innocent and unafraid. Noticing how much easier it was to talk now, Sretan decided to continue, "I suppose it was silly of me to think Sidra would be the only one who lived here... Voudou...er... mom said she used to live here herself, and she knew Sidra when Sidra was just a little teeny tiny baby like me. But she didn't mention you, Sahm... You seem pretty nice so far, it's lovely to meet you." With this the filly gave a small duck of her head, an unpracticed bow of sorts. "But it is sort of important I guess that I talk to Sidra, mom was very eager to get me over here..." a concentrated frown crossed her face, "but mom didn't seem like she wanted me to be nice. From the way she talked she doesn't seem to like Sidra very much..." RE: Like a Match And Gasoline {Sidra/any} - Sidra - 02-09-2016 Sidra the wild child of jason x fiasko RE: Like a Match And Gasoline {Sidra/any} - Sahm+Newton - 02-10-2016
RE: Like a Match And Gasoline {Sidra/any} - Sretan - 02-10-2016 Sretan Sretan was quite enjoying her time so far with the towering brute before her. He seemed kind and warm, much more inviting than even her own mother. As he mentioned that Sidra was his sister and that he would help her find the mare, the filly's face lit up with excitement. She was eager to follow him, now completely forgetting that she had no idea where she was or where she should be, or even where her mother, her protector, was. Nope, right now Sretan was 110% focused on following Sahm to wherever his sister might be. Barely waiting for him to start moving, Sretan continued the conversation, suddenly very hyper and talkative. "So where are your parents? I guess you're probably too old to live with your parents huh? I haven't met my dad yet, but Voudou says I will someday, he's just not around as much as he wants to be. Mom says he's the most wonderful horse in the whole world, and that I'll get to meet him someday soon." She was chattering mindlessly, not even giving the poor stallion a chance to respond, when he finally cut her off with words of his own. Who? Oh right! Sidra!! The filly would have perked up more if it was possible. Speeding up into a trot, which barely put her at a faster pace than Sahm with his long legs, Sretan approached the new mare. Stopping just a couple feet away, not noticing the tension in the air, the filly bowed, before straightening out to analyze the stranger. She certainly looked just as Voudou described her, a bit less grumpy perhaps, and Sahm had said this was her so Sretan blindly accepted the fact. "Sidra? I'm Sretan..." her words were more hesitant now, intimidated by the tall figures and focusing on remembering what her mom had said. "Voudou...uh...mom told me to find you. She said you know who my dad is I guess... mom says she found him, and she wanted you to know but last time she saw you you got mad at her so she didn't tell you..." Sretan spent this time staring at the dirt, playing with the soil with one of her front hoofs, somehow scared to make eye contact, and slowly inching closer to Sahm. It was then that a familiar scent once more appeared in the air. Looking to the right, having to peer under Sahm's stomach, Sretan uttered, "Mom?" though the black mare was still nowhere to be seen. RE: Like a Match And Gasoline {Sidra/any} - Sidra - 02-23-2016 Sidra the wild child of jason x fiasko |