Post by Deleted on Jun 2, 2017 13:45:47 GMT -7
It was a cool spring day when he was brought into the world. The first thing he noticed was his mother, licking him clean lovingly while another figure stood close. The young male huffed out liquid from his nose as his mothers tongue tickled there. He then shook his head while blinking to see the world a little better. "Another female, I imagine?" a gruff and deep voice spoke, coming from the other figure nearby. The smaller male raised his head to look a little better. "No my lord, it is a male" his mothers voice, heard for the first time, made him move his ears and gaze to the female who had birthed him. The female was rising, having finished her task of cleaning him. Then she bent her head to him and encouraged him to follow suit.
Standing for the first time was a new experience, to be sure. His legs shook but held him up. He blinked then was gently pushed forward. Shaky first steps brought him to the other one...the one with such a gruff voice. His head raised and he looked up to the looming, bulky and black figure. "A son? Truly?" came the voice again, and the smaller male blinked. "Yes, he is your first son, my lord" A ear flicked back, then forward. Son? So was this huge brute his father? The small male gave a soft nicker, then moved forward some more, touching the bulk that was his father, with his nose. "....a son, finally. His name shall be Durg. Take good care of him nag" Then the huge horse turned and trotted away. Durg...as his name was now apparently, whinnied and tried to follow, but his new lags couldn't keep up with the long and fast strides of the one that was his father.
He whinnied again, plaintively, then his mother was at his side, successfully distracting him from the retreating form. "Calm down little one, he will return in time." she said gently then moved so he could feed. He went after the offered sustenance eagerly, drinking his fill then shaking his head and walking around. He sniffed at the ground huffing as the grass tickled his nose. He tossed his head with another whinny, then tried at trotting. At first he was unsure and slow, then soon picked up a good rhythm and pace. Another toss of his head and a whinny showed his pleasure at achieving the faster motion. Soon his mother was at his side, keeping up with him easily, and giving a chuckle. The young colt's energy was easily spent though, and he slowed, and then stopped, giving a smaller huff at the world in general.
A chuckle brought his attention back to his mother, and he nickered while walking to her. "Ah, little one, you have much to learn of the world...." it was a sad sounding statement and Durg shook himself before feeding again.
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Days, then weeks then a year passed and he only saw his father a few times. Mostly he stayed with his mother, who taught him enough for him to get by on. How to speak, and what to call certain things around them, even things he had never seen as of yet. She taught him how to run and pace himself so he did not tire too easily. She taught him how to roll, and how to play. Today though, his life would change. Today his father promised to take him and his mother to be with the rest of the herd. Durg was full of nervous energy, pacing around his mother impatiently. "Durg my dear, you must calm yourself" his mother said gently....her words were always gentle, like a calm breeze. He huffed "Mother, how can I stay calm?! Father is actually spending more than a few minutes with me!" this earned him one of her chuckles. He huffed again, then looked in the direction that his father usually arrived from.
A gentle touch to his side was the only indication of her mothers presence at his side. He flicked his ears, and pretended to not notice her there. A breeze blew past gently, and he sighed "I am sorry mother" he looked to her "It is fine, my son" he gave her a grin, then looked forward as the heavy gait of his father came to his ears. He did his best to hold back his excitement, knowing that his father did not like excitable actions. Still his head lifted and his eyes sparkled with happiness as the form of his father drew near. "Father!" he said...perhaps a bit too happily, if the expression that his father gave was any indication. Durg lowered his head slightly, ears going back in embarrassment.
Then he was there, right in front of him, and all he could feel was love. Though the huge male that made up his father had never shown him a ounce of love or kindness....hadn't even smiled that Durg could remember...he was still his father and he loved him. The younger male nickered a soft greeting, silently pleading for forgiveness for his early transgression. His father gave a huff, then turned without a forgiving word. "Come, it is time that you got some sense put into you" A sigh came from his mother, then they were on the move, Durg the very last in the group. The male was now feeling more nervous, his heart beating fast as he followed his parents to the rest of the herd.
The first thing he noticed was that all the horses were black. All were of the same breed, or so it looked like to him. He noticed that quite a few had golden eyes like he did. They must be his sisters. His interest was perked as they drew closer, and his mother broke their line first. She joined a smaller group to the side, and Durg realized they were all female. A few were big with child. The yearlings ears flicked back and he looked to his father, who was going towards the bigger bulk of the herd. His father soon halted, sending but a glance his way to indicate he should do the same. Durg did almost hesitantly, wondering what was going on. His father looked away, taking in the herd, who had all as a whole turned to face the male.
"My subjects, this is Durg....heir to my throne" Durg blinked a bit in surprise. Heir?! Him? He felt pride swell in his chest and he stood a little straighter. "As of today, he will be under my guidance. None are to harm him, unless you want to face my wrath." A cold air surrounded his father, and Durg felt a small shiver go through his body. A silence filled the air and then as a group they all said "Understood, King Tsul" Durg felt the cold air calm, and calmed with it. Tsul...his father...looked to him "Follow" then he moved forward. Durg followed willingly, looking forward to whatever his father may do to train him...because at least he would be with his father.
Oh how wrong that thought and feeling would prove to be. His fathers training was harsh and his words never pleasant. Soon Durg stopped trying to feel any emotion, and his love for his father soon turned into hate. It was years of this before, finally....blissfully...his father was to weak to train him anymore. It was his time to be the King...but he had declined it. He hated the herd now, and wanted far away from it. He outcast himself, fleeing to a different land and a different home.
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Standing for the first time was a new experience, to be sure. His legs shook but held him up. He blinked then was gently pushed forward. Shaky first steps brought him to the other one...the one with such a gruff voice. His head raised and he looked up to the looming, bulky and black figure. "A son? Truly?" came the voice again, and the smaller male blinked. "Yes, he is your first son, my lord" A ear flicked back, then forward. Son? So was this huge brute his father? The small male gave a soft nicker, then moved forward some more, touching the bulk that was his father, with his nose. "....a son, finally. His name shall be Durg. Take good care of him nag" Then the huge horse turned and trotted away. Durg...as his name was now apparently, whinnied and tried to follow, but his new lags couldn't keep up with the long and fast strides of the one that was his father.
He whinnied again, plaintively, then his mother was at his side, successfully distracting him from the retreating form. "Calm down little one, he will return in time." she said gently then moved so he could feed. He went after the offered sustenance eagerly, drinking his fill then shaking his head and walking around. He sniffed at the ground huffing as the grass tickled his nose. He tossed his head with another whinny, then tried at trotting. At first he was unsure and slow, then soon picked up a good rhythm and pace. Another toss of his head and a whinny showed his pleasure at achieving the faster motion. Soon his mother was at his side, keeping up with him easily, and giving a chuckle. The young colt's energy was easily spent though, and he slowed, and then stopped, giving a smaller huff at the world in general.
A chuckle brought his attention back to his mother, and he nickered while walking to her. "Ah, little one, you have much to learn of the world...." it was a sad sounding statement and Durg shook himself before feeding again.
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Days, then weeks then a year passed and he only saw his father a few times. Mostly he stayed with his mother, who taught him enough for him to get by on. How to speak, and what to call certain things around them, even things he had never seen as of yet. She taught him how to run and pace himself so he did not tire too easily. She taught him how to roll, and how to play. Today though, his life would change. Today his father promised to take him and his mother to be with the rest of the herd. Durg was full of nervous energy, pacing around his mother impatiently. "Durg my dear, you must calm yourself" his mother said gently....her words were always gentle, like a calm breeze. He huffed "Mother, how can I stay calm?! Father is actually spending more than a few minutes with me!" this earned him one of her chuckles. He huffed again, then looked in the direction that his father usually arrived from.
A gentle touch to his side was the only indication of her mothers presence at his side. He flicked his ears, and pretended to not notice her there. A breeze blew past gently, and he sighed "I am sorry mother" he looked to her "It is fine, my son" he gave her a grin, then looked forward as the heavy gait of his father came to his ears. He did his best to hold back his excitement, knowing that his father did not like excitable actions. Still his head lifted and his eyes sparkled with happiness as the form of his father drew near. "Father!" he said...perhaps a bit too happily, if the expression that his father gave was any indication. Durg lowered his head slightly, ears going back in embarrassment.
Then he was there, right in front of him, and all he could feel was love. Though the huge male that made up his father had never shown him a ounce of love or kindness....hadn't even smiled that Durg could remember...he was still his father and he loved him. The younger male nickered a soft greeting, silently pleading for forgiveness for his early transgression. His father gave a huff, then turned without a forgiving word. "Come, it is time that you got some sense put into you" A sigh came from his mother, then they were on the move, Durg the very last in the group. The male was now feeling more nervous, his heart beating fast as he followed his parents to the rest of the herd.
The first thing he noticed was that all the horses were black. All were of the same breed, or so it looked like to him. He noticed that quite a few had golden eyes like he did. They must be his sisters. His interest was perked as they drew closer, and his mother broke their line first. She joined a smaller group to the side, and Durg realized they were all female. A few were big with child. The yearlings ears flicked back and he looked to his father, who was going towards the bigger bulk of the herd. His father soon halted, sending but a glance his way to indicate he should do the same. Durg did almost hesitantly, wondering what was going on. His father looked away, taking in the herd, who had all as a whole turned to face the male.
"My subjects, this is Durg....heir to my throne" Durg blinked a bit in surprise. Heir?! Him? He felt pride swell in his chest and he stood a little straighter. "As of today, he will be under my guidance. None are to harm him, unless you want to face my wrath." A cold air surrounded his father, and Durg felt a small shiver go through his body. A silence filled the air and then as a group they all said "Understood, King Tsul" Durg felt the cold air calm, and calmed with it. Tsul...his father...looked to him "Follow" then he moved forward. Durg followed willingly, looking forward to whatever his father may do to train him...because at least he would be with his father.
Oh how wrong that thought and feeling would prove to be. His fathers training was harsh and his words never pleasant. Soon Durg stopped trying to feel any emotion, and his love for his father soon turned into hate. It was years of this before, finally....blissfully...his father was to weak to train him anymore. It was his time to be the King...but he had declined it. He hated the herd now, and wanted far away from it. He outcast himself, fleeing to a different land and a different home.
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