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Post by treasure on Jul 22, 2007 15:46:35 GMT -5
The small, delicate foal lay under one of the very many pines. Her gentle breathing rising and lowering her sides. Her mother hadn't loved her. Her mother had hated her, actually. She'd left the foal first chance she got. Faith didn't know exactly why this was, it just was . As for her father, Faith had never met him. But maybe that was why she was here, because of her father. Maybe it was because she was a filly, and not a colt like her mother had wanted. Maybe it was because she was small. Too small to survive. But whatever the reason, she was here, and she was slowly dieing.
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Post by Love Hurts on Jul 22, 2007 15:53:00 GMT -5
Midnight walked into the area. She nudeged the small foal hopefully wakeing her.
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Post by treasure on Jul 22, 2007 15:58:28 GMT -5
Faith opened her tiny orbs, at seeing a mare she'd never met, she jumped up and hid behind a tree.
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Post by Love Hurts on Jul 22, 2007 15:59:41 GMT -5
"Its ok young foal. I only want to help." She said
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Post by treasure on Jul 22, 2007 16:01:33 GMT -5
The filly poked her head out from behind the tree's trunk. She didn't trust this mare. But she was lonesome and scared. Faith took several steps from behind the tree.
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Post by Love Hurts on Jul 22, 2007 16:03:56 GMT -5
"What is your name??" She said
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Post by treasure on Jul 22, 2007 16:04:54 GMT -5
Faith. Spoke the filly gently. Keeping her distance.
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Post by Love Hurts on Jul 22, 2007 16:06:45 GMT -5
"My name is Midnight. Nice to meet you Faith. Do you have a mother?" She asked
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Post by treasure on Jul 22, 2007 16:08:07 GMT -5
No. Mine left me... I don't know why...... But I'm frightened. Faith siad, her small bodance shook lightly.
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Post by Love Hurts on Jul 22, 2007 16:09:30 GMT -5
"Well if you need a mother. I can be yours." She said
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Post by treasure on Jul 22, 2007 16:10:58 GMT -5
She did need one. More then ever. OK. Faith said, coming closer. Choosing to trust.
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Post by Love Hurts on Jul 22, 2007 16:12:04 GMT -5
"Do you need milk?" She asked her
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Post by treasure on Jul 22, 2007 16:12:58 GMT -5
As if on cue, the tiny filly's cage erupted as her empty stomach grumbled. Yes. Faith addmitted.
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Post by Love Hurts on Jul 22, 2007 16:18:02 GMT -5
"Then come drink." She said
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Post by treasure on Jul 22, 2007 16:19:16 GMT -5
Faith slipped over nervously. She nosed over the mare's stifle adn began to nurse.
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