10-30-2018, 08:30 PM
Simba, a newborn buckskin colt, only born a few hours ago is standing over his deceased mother's body. He lets out small neighs, trying to wake her up. He nickers to her and nudges her. He tries to get under her and tries to nurse, but he can't get under her. He lets out small whines as he snuggles into her.
After pacing around her body for a while, he lays back down shivering as he curls up in a tight ball, his body pushed up as far as he can go. He tucks his head against his chest as his lanky legs are sprawled all over the place. He still has yet to figure out how to really use those legs of his.
He sniffles and small tears stream out of his eyes. He sighs softly, not sure if anyone will see him or if he will be alone forever.
After pacing around her body for a while, he lays back down shivering as he curls up in a tight ball, his body pushed up as far as he can go. He tucks his head against his chest as his lanky legs are sprawled all over the place. He still has yet to figure out how to really use those legs of his.
He sniffles and small tears stream out of his eyes. He sighs softly, not sure if anyone will see him or if he will be alone forever.