You Know You Wanna [ Sacha ]

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There was something to be said about the world, and that would be that it was a big, scary place full of big, scary equines. Although she was just six months old Maro’s mother had managed to drill that much into the young filly’s brain, not that it seemed to be taken seriously – she was after all currently roaming about rather carefree despite her lack of parental companionship. You see, Maro’s mother had up and left, or something like that, either or way the mare was nowhere to be found. Most foals would be distraught upon discovering such an event had taken place, Maro however was… collected. Mother had told her to not worry, that someone would adore her, for she was rather likable, and that everything would be alright. So far everything had been alright, so she hadn’t worried. Things were a tad dull though, what with no one to bother with her surplus of questions. Perhaps that is why the mare had left? Her ears had grown tired of hearing an excited “whats that!?” every other minute. The thought brought on a wave of insecurity and sadness. She wasn’t that annoying was she? She would have to consult someone concerning the matter, but who?

Long, gangly legs, all a brilliant hue of white, carried the not so little filly along at a rapid trot. Her white face, with its rosy pink nose, and sky blue eyes surveyed the immediate area around her, there were a few equines here and there, most too far away, and by the smell of them stallions. Her spirits deflated a little until a softer scent greeted her flared nostrils. A mare! She whinnied excitedly, bucking with her enthusiasm before bolting off in the direction of the scent. It didn’t take her long to find the owner of the smell, the mare was huge! A cold blood, a gorgeous one at that, that towered a good 17 hh, if not taller. The bicolor filly skidded rather unceremoniously, coming to a standstill under the mare’s broad belly. She snorted briskly, rather pleased with herself. She looked up at the mare from her arm pit. “Guten tag Frau, ich bin Maro, und du?” She smiled, pleased with herself for managing to remember her mother’s strange language. It was all she knew in the tongue, why her mother hadn’t bothered teaching her more she didn’t know. If she had been older she would’ve perhaps understood that her mother, being the bitter, rather cruel mare she was, had done it as a way to belittle the young foal. If not confuse her outright. It was probably for the best that she had decided to abandon her freshly weaned foal.

Then the clincher, without waiting for a response from her new found shelter/companion, Maro spoke again in her steady, upbeat tone. “You are…” She paused, running her tongue along her baby teeth as she thought of what to call the mare. That was her habit you see, to name everyone she met, it was easier for her to remember them that way for some reason or another. “Hmm… You are Sol.” She smiled up at the mare, rather oblivious to the matter that most equines would not take kindly to a random foal taking up residence underneath them without warning or reason. Well, there was a reason, Maro needed a companion, someone to answer her questions and make sure she didn’t get picked off by coyotes or the like. This mare, large and rather formidable was perfect for the role, or so Maro thought. She batted her long white eyelashes at the mare, thinking to herself that she wouldn’t be able to resist taking Maro in as her own. How could she not? Maro was, as previously stated, adorable! What with her white face, throat, underbelly and backside contrasting with the smooth dark chocolate of her coat and the brilliant tangerine of her mane – pah! No one could resist this little adventurer, no one… expect perhaps her mother, but that was her loss.

OOC: LOL… I dunno, Maro is spashel :’D

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[Tea]

M A R O

She knows! The young filly’s eyes lit up excitedly as she listened to the mare’s reply. The question though… Maro’s lips pursed and her eyes narrowed. Parents? What were parents? The filly literally had no idea what the gargantuan mare was talking about. ”Parents?” She cocked her head momentarily to emphasize her confusion. ”Was ist das?” She had a mother, but who knew where that mare had managed to get off to since Maro had last seen her, she could very well be days away in any direction. It was all rather irrelevant now though; Maro had found this mare, this Sacha, to protect her. What was her scrawny mother compared to this titan of a mare? Nothing.

Maro scooted out from underneath Sol, nibbling here and there at the vegetation as she had been shown to do. They were such contrasting flavors, warm, rich milk and cool, crisp grass. Ah yes, she recalled the frustration of being weaned. Her mother had been so persistent, and hard headed Maro had pushed right back. It obviously hadn’t gone in the filly’s favor; in fact her dam had gone as far as to kick her at one point. Her hide subconsciously rippled in response to the memory. Mother had been cruel, yes Sol was much better than her mother any day, she would do perfectly for a guardian. Her tail whisking away the filly went about her business filling her gut, she wasn’t ignoring the draft mare, but hunger at her age wasn’t something easily ignored. Her ears remained attuned to Sol, awaiting this explanation of what parents were.

OOC: yeaa my brain crapped this one out :I

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