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 Posted: Wed Nov 01, 2017 8:41 pm
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Posted: Wed Nov 01, 2017 11:41 pm
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Posted: Thu Nov 09, 2017 8:22 pm
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The time was drawing closer. It could sense it- the eagerness, the anticipation. Ever since it had been deposited in the warm cocoon of its basket, it had wanted to be free of it. The tiny life within wanted to experience the outside world, to know more of what surrounded the currently confined environment. The echoes from outside called to the soul hidden away inside. They beckoned it forth and it wished for nothing more than to heed the summons. Day by day, its endeavors to reach the unknown world seemed to increase in fervor. Its small form gradually broadening and widening, straining the wicker basket to its limit as it grew. Curiosity grew in time with its body. A gentle nudge to the upper part of its confines, a probing poke at the edges with its claws. Each jostle and prod brought with it the knowledge that its confines became weaker and weaker. Soon it would be free. Soon it would be able to put to know what lay beyond its limited view and see the vibrant colors that it had only been able to dream about. Perhaps it might even see the beings that made the first noises it ever truly heard? What would they be like? Those unknown souls which awaited outside. That is, if they were waiting. The little life inside of the basket hadn’t heard any stirrings of late. The initial mutterings that it originally associated with the outside air had long since faded away. But surely the being would come back. Maybe when it at last broke free? Yes, surely that was what the outside beings were waiting on. They had simply drew silent in anticipation or something of the like.
The tiny life inside of the wicker consoled himself with this belief. It could not be alone. There had been sounds outside of its basket. That much it was aware of. And so the days passed with it waiting for the proper moment. Unable to gauge time, or even aware of the true concept of it, the form inside writhed and stretched in silent countdown. Slowly, however, its confidence in the others began to wane. Maybe they weren’t there after all. Maybe it WAS alone. But…why? A hefty question for such a small being. And yet…a question nonetheless. It started to dread the day it would burst forth. With no one there to witness its arrival into the realm of the living, then why should it come out? No, better to stay tucked away in its sheltered abode. Then it wouldn’t have to accept any notion of abandonment. It had all but decided upon this course of action when something extraordinary occurred. Movement outside of the basket. And not the scurrying sounds of a miniscule something as it passed. These were the noises of the others. They were back! It wasn’t alone! Its tiny heart raced with excitement and pleasure. Soon. It would escape its confines soon enough. But, first, it required a bit more rest and to settle itself a slight more. Only then could it meet the outside world.
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With a light groan the heavy draft stallion lifted himself from the ground of the cavern he was currently staying in during his travels. Life hadn't been kind to him in the least, but he was making do with what he had now that he was no longer the King of Camelot. The lands he'd recently found himself in were lush and verdant, the world around him full of life. Birds sang, crickets chirped, it was ideal. 