Stormwhisper stared at Fernpuddle. He clearly wasn’t talking to her, but someone else she hadn’t noticed, or wasn’t there yet. She began to look around her for whatever the colt had called out to. As she was glancing around, her ears twitched at the sound of the leaves rustling in the bush behind her.
Her eyes widened as she saw a pear of yellow wings poked out of the top of the bush. Her muscles tensed, there were no yellow-winged pegasi in Jungleherd. That was unheard of. The only place she could remember having yellow-sandy wings was Desertherd!
Stormwhisper frantically looked over at Fernpuddle. Why would he bring a Desertherd pegasus here?! He knew that Desertherd was responsible for their parents' death. He had witnessed it first hand. It felt like time froze as the pegasus began to emerge from the bush. Stormwhisper felt alone with her thoughts, backflashes, and memories.
The pegasus set one hoove outside of the bush, then another. Stormwhisper began to back up but Fernpuddle stopped her with his purple wing. Their eyes fixed on the bush. It must have gone much faster for Fernpuddle as he didn’t seem to feel any tension.
Finally, the horse pushed a cream-colored muzzle out of the leafy bush. Stormwhisper knew this pegasus… It was Larkfall! He was the one who left Fernpuddle and Stormwhisper parentless. How could Fernpuddle bring such a pegasus into their home? The filly narrowed her eyes, she didn’t care why Fernpuddle had brought him. All she was thinking about was getting rid of this no good, foal orphaning, heartless pegasus.
Larkfall came out of the bush, his eyes looking over the unfamiliar pegasus. He had known Fernpuddle for quite some time now, but did not know the one that he was sitting next to him. This must be his sister… He thought. Fernpuddle thought highly of his sister, and would jabber on about her all the time.
As he pushed out he realized someone who was supposed to be by his side, wasn’t. Quickly he turned around and pushed back into the bush.
Stormwhisper was dumbfounded. The pegasus who had orphaned her had just come out of a bush, then went back in. The closer she listened though, the more it sounded like he was talking to someone. “Come out…” They heard, muffled by the thick wall of leaves.
The Desertherd pegasus emerged once again, pretty much dragging a weanling by its tail. At first glance, you would think the weanling was nothing more than a shadow. But, by closer examination, it certainly wasn’t a shadow. It was a weanling with black wings, a black pelt, and grey socks.
Stormwhisper struggled out of her brother's grasp and looked him dead in the eyes. “Is that the black foal? No… It can’t be!” Some prophecy or magical quest certainly wasn’t part of their story. They were just ordinary weanlings. Right?
The black foal looked up at Larkfall. Clearly, he was being shy. “Why did we have to come here again?” He neighed still resisting the force of the Desertherd captain. The colts hooves were digging in the ground resisting the pull.
“We came here for your safety.” Larkfall grunted through a mouthful of tail hair. It was embarrassing to be struggling this much with a weanling, especially himself being a captain. Finally, he dragged the black foal all the way to Starpebble pond.
“I’m sorry for the rather strange introduction. I didn’t mean for it to happen like that, but someone wasn’t cooperating.” Larkfall said, giving the death stare to the black foal. “Anyways, I’m Larkfall but I presume you already knew that.”
Stormwhisper looked at the stallion. His muscles bulging, and white mane whipping in the wind. Larkfall seemed to be a very charming character, but the filly wasn’t buying it. “So I’ve heard.” Her eyes were fixed on the black foal, trying not to give him the satisfaction of attention.
“And this here is Trail.” Larkfall said nodding to the black foal, who was uncomfortably sitting on a clump of grass. Just by looking at him you could tell he didn’t want to be there. Unlike other black foals, this one seemed more quiet and resigned for the most part. His wings hung off his back, showing he was a dud.
“Well that’s a very, interesting, name.” Stormwhisper didn’t want to be harsh on the colt. It wasn’t the black foals fault that it had been dragged here by a Desertherd steed. “So why are you here again?” The filly questioned.
Thank you for reading! I know I'm new to this MB but I already know this is going to be really fun to write and see your reactions! Please correct me of any spelling/grammatical/plot wise mistakes, it really helps.
Smokewing-Grey tipped brown feathers, grey main, dark brown pelt, male
Mintcloud-Turquoise wings, green main, light brown pelt, female
Stormwhisper- Purple feathers, auburn mane, silver pelt, female
Fernpuddle- Purple feathers, silver mane, auburn pelt, male
Mossbrook-Aqua feathers, mane as green as the leaves of a tree, a tan pelt, female
Willowmoon- Orange feathers, black mane, white pelt, female
Whiteroot-Dark green feathers, dark brown main, white pelt, female
Copperwing-Red feathers, dark brown mane, reddish brownish pelt
Larkfall- Bright yellow feathers, white mane, cream pelt, male
Trail-Black feathers, black mane and tail, black pelt, grey socks
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