Post by Ostrich on May 7, 2017 18:45:20 GMT -5
Michelangelo had withdrawn himself from the herd for now, having a terrible day within his own mind. Him and Leonardo had been fighting, and he felt even more dejected than he normally did. He did not want others to see him pouting, or hurt, so he had taken time away from his family. His auds had merely flicked when his father had called. He knew his father would eventually come looking for him, but for now he was content to be alone. It gave him time to work things out between himself and his friend. Rather or not he realized that Leonardo wasn't really there...well, no one had exactly been doing psych evaluations on everyone in the herd lately. He sighed, looking over his shoulder as he heard giggling and fun times apparently going on with his family, something he wished he could be a part of but he felt like an outcast for having been left here.
"Leonardo, are you around?"
He said quietly, turning his head to just look out in front of him. He could swear he saw the horse standing next to him as he heard the voice, "I'm here..." The voice was quiet, probably cause it was just inside his head and not a real voice. Mikey frowned, it sounded strained, like it didn't want to be there.
"I'm sorry I didn't listen to you..."
His voice trailed off as he hung his head, he caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of his eye, and his head shot toward to look at it. Was that...could it be? No...it was just his feelings playing tricks on him, like it had before. "It's okay, I get it. Just. You know, watch yourself next time. I'm not always gonna be here." Leonardo's words hit him hard, especially with him imagining that he had just seen his mother and brother. He really wanted to cry, but he had to stronger than that. He had to force everything down and ignore it.
"Yea, I get it. Thanks. I...I guess I should go see what dad wants."
He didn't really want to go, but he also didn't want to stay there and be put down by Leonardo. "Alright, I'll be around. Come find me later." He heard the voice of his friend, and Mikey turned and shook himself off before heading toward the herd at a brisk trot, putting a smile on his face and letting his ears flop to the side.
Discord squealed at her mother's nip, the ground threatening to rise beneath her as she almost lost her balance because of it. She turned and glared at her mother a moment before snapping her teeth at her, glaring at her brother a moment. She'd behave, but it was only because she was hungry and not because her mother had told her to. She'd get her brother back perhaps when their mother was resting for laughing at her. Leave a big old mark on him to show who was boss. She stalked a few steps before she stumbled a little, but the ground once more seemed to move beneath her feet. She stared at it a moment, finally letting her eyes widen from the narrowed slits they had become before to stare at the ground. Was it supposed to do that? Her stomach rumbled, not really letting her investigate further as she nudged at her mother's abdomen and lipped at the teet. The urge to bite it was there, but even she knew the saying not to bite the hand that fed, and so she just nursed...as if she was a pleasant little horse.
The voices in Skellington Jack's head were playing their own version of tag, though it was more a running jumping climbing the vines of his synapses type game with lots of squeals and giggles. It was rather hard to keep track of what anyone was saying with that going on in his head, so he was actually quite glad that no one was talking and they were all just giggling and having fun. He glanced in the direction that Grim had gone, hoping everything was okay and wondering how much time had passed and if it was normal. One would think after all the mares he had gone through this with that he wouldn't worry so much every time they went off to foal, but then...that was just his nature. He shook his head and focused back on the task at hand, which was playing with the herd. Lunatic joined in beside him and he squealed happily before kicking up his heels, noting that Marionette had gone and tagged little Cactus again before coming over and hiding behind him. He gave a giggle and glanced back to her, moving slightly so as appearing to block her from the view of the young filly.
And then upon the crest, he saw something he had come to grips with never seeing again. At first, he blinked it away, thinking it was an illusion of sorts, his Painted Lady coming across the field with their son Donatello. They had gone missing months ago, and where Skellington Jack was from...generally once they leave, it meant they weren't coming back. He had waited for her, but for the sake of the herd he had had to move on. He gulped, ear flicking back and forth as he slowed and stopped as he looked toward them. He dare not say anything to the mares, though he glanced to them, in case it was a mirage.
But, as she now stood before him, closing the gap, he realized it wasn't. The voices tugged at his synapses confusing his emotions of if he should burst into tears or throw himself at her...in more ways then one. So many questions buzzed in his mind that Barrel started collecting them in a jar as if they were fireflies, and Shock stroked the side of his head as she tried to keep him calm. Jimeny cricket and the Leper Elf were off in their own merry little game of chase still, providing absolutely no assistance. And Oogie had just used the bathroom to take a rather large dump, making the whole place stink of rotten eggs, but at least it kept him from looking upon her with lust and clouding Skellington's reaction even more. He reached out and nudged her, decided she was in fact real, and threw his head back and up and let loose a mighty squeal, mostly directed for Michelangelo. Knowing full well how it was being crazy, he had intended to go find him later once he got the mares socializing amongst themselves, but for this...he needed his son here. It was a slightly ear piercing scream, but he knew wherever the boy was, he would hear it.
Looking to the mare in front of him, he wasn't quite sure what to say. His gaze turned to the yearling beside her, and he gave him a bit of a toothy smile, sizing him up. He seemed almost afraid of him, which broke Skellington's heart. However, he couldn't help but give a bit of a grin as he reached out and nipped him gently on the tip of the ear, giving a playful squeal before turning on his heels.
"You're it!"
He shouted behind him as he thundered away, continuing the game of tag as if Ambrosia had never left, as if this was all perfectly normal. He giggled giddily and glanced over his shoulder as he tossed his head, waiting for everyone to join in again.
Michelangelo heard the squeal of his father and winced. What had he done now? He picked up the pace, stumbling slightly in the sand as he moved into a canter toward the call. Familiar smells reached his nares, but he still wrote them off as being figments of his imagination. Even when he had laid eyes upon them for the second time, now standing before his father, he figured they were figments. It wasn't until his father had reached out and nipped at his brother and started running away that he acknowledged they might have actually been real. He squealed and tossed his head, choosing to not confront them just yet. He did not wish to admit his feelings of abandonment to anyone, and he was weary of his own mind playing tricks on him still. With a little hop and a skip though, he darted down the dune toward his father, tossing his head and kicking up his heels as he appeared to join in the fun of the game, even though inside a storm was raging.
"Leonardo, are you around?"
He said quietly, turning his head to just look out in front of him. He could swear he saw the horse standing next to him as he heard the voice, "I'm here..." The voice was quiet, probably cause it was just inside his head and not a real voice. Mikey frowned, it sounded strained, like it didn't want to be there.
"I'm sorry I didn't listen to you..."
His voice trailed off as he hung his head, he caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of his eye, and his head shot toward to look at it. Was that...could it be? No...it was just his feelings playing tricks on him, like it had before. "It's okay, I get it. Just. You know, watch yourself next time. I'm not always gonna be here." Leonardo's words hit him hard, especially with him imagining that he had just seen his mother and brother. He really wanted to cry, but he had to stronger than that. He had to force everything down and ignore it.
"Yea, I get it. Thanks. I...I guess I should go see what dad wants."
He didn't really want to go, but he also didn't want to stay there and be put down by Leonardo. "Alright, I'll be around. Come find me later." He heard the voice of his friend, and Mikey turned and shook himself off before heading toward the herd at a brisk trot, putting a smile on his face and letting his ears flop to the side.
Discord squealed at her mother's nip, the ground threatening to rise beneath her as she almost lost her balance because of it. She turned and glared at her mother a moment before snapping her teeth at her, glaring at her brother a moment. She'd behave, but it was only because she was hungry and not because her mother had told her to. She'd get her brother back perhaps when their mother was resting for laughing at her. Leave a big old mark on him to show who was boss. She stalked a few steps before she stumbled a little, but the ground once more seemed to move beneath her feet. She stared at it a moment, finally letting her eyes widen from the narrowed slits they had become before to stare at the ground. Was it supposed to do that? Her stomach rumbled, not really letting her investigate further as she nudged at her mother's abdomen and lipped at the teet. The urge to bite it was there, but even she knew the saying not to bite the hand that fed, and so she just nursed...as if she was a pleasant little horse.
The voices in Skellington Jack's head were playing their own version of tag, though it was more a running jumping climbing the vines of his synapses type game with lots of squeals and giggles. It was rather hard to keep track of what anyone was saying with that going on in his head, so he was actually quite glad that no one was talking and they were all just giggling and having fun. He glanced in the direction that Grim had gone, hoping everything was okay and wondering how much time had passed and if it was normal. One would think after all the mares he had gone through this with that he wouldn't worry so much every time they went off to foal, but then...that was just his nature. He shook his head and focused back on the task at hand, which was playing with the herd. Lunatic joined in beside him and he squealed happily before kicking up his heels, noting that Marionette had gone and tagged little Cactus again before coming over and hiding behind him. He gave a giggle and glanced back to her, moving slightly so as appearing to block her from the view of the young filly.
And then upon the crest, he saw something he had come to grips with never seeing again. At first, he blinked it away, thinking it was an illusion of sorts, his Painted Lady coming across the field with their son Donatello. They had gone missing months ago, and where Skellington Jack was from...generally once they leave, it meant they weren't coming back. He had waited for her, but for the sake of the herd he had had to move on. He gulped, ear flicking back and forth as he slowed and stopped as he looked toward them. He dare not say anything to the mares, though he glanced to them, in case it was a mirage.
But, as she now stood before him, closing the gap, he realized it wasn't. The voices tugged at his synapses confusing his emotions of if he should burst into tears or throw himself at her...in more ways then one. So many questions buzzed in his mind that Barrel started collecting them in a jar as if they were fireflies, and Shock stroked the side of his head as she tried to keep him calm. Jimeny cricket and the Leper Elf were off in their own merry little game of chase still, providing absolutely no assistance. And Oogie had just used the bathroom to take a rather large dump, making the whole place stink of rotten eggs, but at least it kept him from looking upon her with lust and clouding Skellington's reaction even more. He reached out and nudged her, decided she was in fact real, and threw his head back and up and let loose a mighty squeal, mostly directed for Michelangelo. Knowing full well how it was being crazy, he had intended to go find him later once he got the mares socializing amongst themselves, but for this...he needed his son here. It was a slightly ear piercing scream, but he knew wherever the boy was, he would hear it.
Looking to the mare in front of him, he wasn't quite sure what to say. His gaze turned to the yearling beside her, and he gave him a bit of a toothy smile, sizing him up. He seemed almost afraid of him, which broke Skellington's heart. However, he couldn't help but give a bit of a grin as he reached out and nipped him gently on the tip of the ear, giving a playful squeal before turning on his heels.
"You're it!"
He shouted behind him as he thundered away, continuing the game of tag as if Ambrosia had never left, as if this was all perfectly normal. He giggled giddily and glanced over his shoulder as he tossed his head, waiting for everyone to join in again.
Michelangelo heard the squeal of his father and winced. What had he done now? He picked up the pace, stumbling slightly in the sand as he moved into a canter toward the call. Familiar smells reached his nares, but he still wrote them off as being figments of his imagination. Even when he had laid eyes upon them for the second time, now standing before his father, he figured they were figments. It wasn't until his father had reached out and nipped at his brother and started running away that he acknowledged they might have actually been real. He squealed and tossed his head, choosing to not confront them just yet. He did not wish to admit his feelings of abandonment to anyone, and he was weary of his own mind playing tricks on him still. With a little hop and a skip though, he darted down the dune toward his father, tossing his head and kicking up his heels as he appeared to join in the fun of the game, even though inside a storm was raging.