If a man can bridge the gap between life and death, if he can live on after he's dead, then maybe he was a great man.
Since he had touched the ground and the earth's air had wrapped tenderly around him, Thaniel hadn't seen a mother or a father to call his own. With sturdy legs, the small dapple gray colt soon found himself traveling through the world on his own. Yet he had always somehow known though that the two that had left him behind had loved each other and that he had been born of romance and care. He also knew that their reason for leaving him on his own was a far greater one and it didn't mean they didn't love him.
The young colt would never remember, but his mother had whispered the words to him as he slept, assuring him of these facts before she disappeared into the darkness. This is why he was so sure. This is why he didn't doubt them for a second, or hate them for their disappearance. As there were far greater things in the world to hate, so there was no use in wasting his time on something so simple he'd come to learn later on.
It was the playground he found himself in first. Long slender legs carrying him through the tall spring grasses as he stepped through them awkwardly his small nose stretched out infront of him as he allowed the tips of the blades to tickle the soft skin of his nose and chin. Gentle snorts of excited curiosity escaped his nostrils as he pricked his ears forward at the discovery of new scents.
It was then he sprung to a stop with a small hop, legs splayed out awkwardly, small head held high as his nostrils and eye spread wide and small tail stuck straight up in the air. It seemed like minutes to him, but within seconds he was suddenly running. His long legs churned at a great speed underneath him until finally he was at a dead run as he sped in circles in one of the corners of the playground.
Then he was gone.
With a flash he disappeared into the trees, only to quickly pop out the next corner of the playground with a burst of added speed. His fuzzy mane and tail stuck straight up as he headed towards the group of foals, bursting into the center of the group causing them to fan out in all directions before sliding to a stop in front of the excited little purple spot of a filly. "I'm Thaniel."
His voice is light as he huffed from the exertion of his little spazz and with a tilt of the head he looked around at her purple coat curiously. "You're like a flower, Quinn." He doesn't necessarily care how she takes the statement, he was just the type to say exactly what he thought as he had no one to tell him otherwise. "How'd you get to be like a flower?"
The young colt would never remember, but his mother had whispered the words to him as he slept, assuring him of these facts before she disappeared into the darkness. This is why he was so sure. This is why he didn't doubt them for a second, or hate them for their disappearance. As there were far greater things in the world to hate, so there was no use in wasting his time on something so simple he'd come to learn later on.
It was the playground he found himself in first. Long slender legs carrying him through the tall spring grasses as he stepped through them awkwardly his small nose stretched out infront of him as he allowed the tips of the blades to tickle the soft skin of his nose and chin. Gentle snorts of excited curiosity escaped his nostrils as he pricked his ears forward at the discovery of new scents.
It was then he sprung to a stop with a small hop, legs splayed out awkwardly, small head held high as his nostrils and eye spread wide and small tail stuck straight up in the air. It seemed like minutes to him, but within seconds he was suddenly running. His long legs churned at a great speed underneath him until finally he was at a dead run as he sped in circles in one of the corners of the playground.
Then he was gone.
With a flash he disappeared into the trees, only to quickly pop out the next corner of the playground with a burst of added speed. His fuzzy mane and tail stuck straight up as he headed towards the group of foals, bursting into the center of the group causing them to fan out in all directions before sliding to a stop in front of the excited little purple spot of a filly. "I'm Thaniel."
His voice is light as he huffed from the exertion of his little spazz and with a tilt of the head he looked around at her purple coat curiously. "You're like a flower, Quinn." He doesn't necessarily care how she takes the statement, he was just the type to say exactly what he thought as he had no one to tell him otherwise. "How'd you get to be like a flower?"
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<3 oh hai. @[Quinn]