A teenie figure

[Mouse]

((Work bad. Small, unknowing foal good~))

[Skysong]

It sounded as though the colt was agreeing with him, but once Sliver's command had been acknowledged, it did not move. Instead the little one just stood there, with its silly little wings outstretched. Sliver hadn't noticed those at first.

The Lamanayr leaned down so that he was level with the colt, eyes narrowed. "Go. Away," he repeated, voice low and focused.

[Mouse]

Attention!!!! ~ The colt bounced on its tippy-hooves and wiggled its wings again. "Peep Peep Peep!!" It leans forward and rubs its face against Sliver's muzzle. <3 <3 Lovelovelove.

Then it looks back up at Sliver eagerly. "Peep?"

[Skysong]

Sliver felt the fur along the back of his neck and spine stand up when the foal rubbed his muzzle and shivered, quickly stepping back from the little foal.

"I do not like to be touched," he growled, baring his teeth at the infant.

The touch had enabled him to get a good whiff of the foal, however, and it had a scent that was almost familiar to him. What could it be?

[Mouse]

"...p..ee..p?" Confused, the colt cowered. Upon seeign teh teeth, it almost seemed to sink into the winter grass, ears pressed flat, eyes widened and taking up the majoritiy of its features. Teeth.. those it knew. Teeth meant biting. Teeth meant pain.. and sometimes preceeded hoof-strikes.

Thin as it was, weak as its limbs felt, the tiny foal shook like a miniature earthquake. 9_9

[Skysong]

Sliver had hoped that the foal would run away, and stamped a hoof in exasperation when it sank to the ground instead. He sighed.

"Silly foal, why do you not y'run?" he asked quietly, "I only want to be left in peace."

Supposing that he should make some kind of non-threatening noise so that the foal would actually get up and leave, Sliver choked out an encouraging trill and gestured away from himself with a wing. "Go on, get up and go."

[Mouse]

Nevertheless, the foal remained rooted to the ground. Its eyes watched the wing motion warily.. then, with gathering courage, its own little wing mimicked the motion. Was that it? The pair of glistenign eyes turned back to teh stallion. 9.9?

[Skysong]

Sliver almost chuckled when the little one flicked his own wing, copying his gesture. He managed to resist, however, and instead looked at the foal sternly, tapping a hoof impatiently. Was it going to get up now and finally leave him alone?

[Mouse]

No such luck. After attempting a miniature hoof-stamp like Sliver's, the little colt belly crawled up to ap oint between Sliver's front legs and glued himself there. Gingerly, almost pleadingly, it picked up a section of hoof-fluff in its mouth like a child might take its mother's hand.

[Mouse]

((I'm headed home - it'll take me about 40 minutes to get there, but I'll post again when I do ))

[Mouse]

((I be backage ))

[Skysong]

(WB! Sorry, forgot to reply >_>;; )

With a grimace, Sliver carefully shook his foot free of the little foal. He looked down at the foal in exasperation, taking another step back.

"Wheyre ayre youyr payrents?" he asked the foal, beginning to feel frustrated, "Why can't you botheyr them for a while?"

[Mouse]

The colt laid down, tired - his energy was waning. Resting his hea don his forelegs, he only looks up at Sliver helplessly. Those little baby eyes ached with need and confusion. His sides heaved a sigh.

He had no way to tell Sliver about his mother, the Misery. How she'd kicked him and bit him and tossed him away.. how he'd been on his own for a few days now and the sounds of the big dog-things were scary as he hid under a bush when it was dark...

[Skysong]

The foal continued to show no signs of moving, and continued to stare at him with those pleading eyes. Sliver sighed again.

"Peyrhaps youyr payrents ayre no moyre," he said to himself, thinking out loud. "Theyre have been moyre of the Oquiesase ayround lately." Sliver looked down at the foal, considering, and then sighed yet another time. "I suppose I should take you to the Song of the y'Rainbow. Someone should be able to help you there."

The Lamanayr nudged the foal gently with a hoof, and caught another waft of the foal's scent. It was so familiar, he was sure he'd smelled something like it before! If only he could remember what.. oh well, it would come to him eventually.

[Mouse]

Wobbling to its feet, the foal picked up a mouthful of Sliver's tail, hanging on. It hasn't seemed to get the message about the touching...

Continuing to look up at Sliver, it offered a muffled, "MmMmMmmp?" hopefully. Another rub of its nose - there's a small wound there, and acouple other areas that were healing - but the foal's wiggly and clingy nature doesn't make them easy to spot.