Title: Unicorn in the Moonlight Chapter Two/?
Author : Wu
Archive: Ask Respectively first
Category: Au/fantasy
Rating: R
Warnings: Violence, OOC, Language (In later chapters)
Spoilers: None
Notes: Eventually 3+4
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing. Don't look at me like that. Don't. Stop. Stop looking at me like that. Now, what was I saying? Oh yeah, I don't own Gundam Wing.
Unicorn in the Moonlight.
Chapter Two.
Moonlight, the color of spun silver, cast its soft glow apon the forest clearing. It was close to midnight and clouds, luminous from the unearthly glow, skitted quickly across the sky, only to leave no shadow apon the earth below. Somewhere off towards the small foothills of the great Ice mountian, a nightbird called shrilly, splitting the chilly air with it's cry.
Dew was beginning to form on the foliage, leaves dipped down with the weight of the beaded moisture and the sound of a small brook burbled quietly, its journey one that would never end.
A silhoette shifted, then snorted. Man was near. Twitching a delicate snowy ear back, the creature listened intently. They were near. She could smell them.
::Come child. We must flee.::
Quatre lifted his head swiftly, then turned a curious gaze to his sister as a snatch of berries that he had been grazing on dangled from his velvety muzzle. ::What's wrong? I sense no danger, Iria..:: He craned his neck around, lightly sniffing the air.
The larger Unicorn would have chuckled had this not have been such a precarious situation. ::Man is near. We must flee, for I have sensed such a pure hatred within their hearts every time I have come near them.:: They spoke in a language that was older than the mountians that stood just outside of the forest, but the tongue of man was not lost on them. Lowering her head, she nuzzed Quatre's backside, encouraging him to step into the denseness of the forest.
::But.. Iria.. I don't understand what's wrong.:: He took a small deer hop forward, dropping the small berries from his mouth as he turned his body in a liquid motion so he could face her. ::Why is it that we must hide from Man?::
::They seek the power of our Alicorns in belief that it will bring them power of their own. Little do they know that that is simply not true. Some seek us solely for the purpose that we are rare. Some seek us out of cruelty. Others seek us out of hope. Nonetheless, you must never trust humans, for they will only lead you to a path of doom.::
He gazed up to her with large, cerulean eyes, eyes that were full of life and of trust. ::Ok, Iria... but can we come back soon? I like this place.::
She nuzzled the foal before her gently, though she wasn't his mother, she loved him as if he were her very own. ::Of course we can, Quatre. Man does not stay in one place very long on Ice mountain, nor in Dark Forest.:: She nuzzled him softly once more as a cumbersome yawn overtook the small foals features. ::Come, we will rest for the night.::
As if they were a part of the trees that stood silent sentry above them, they disappeared as two silver ghosts among the foliage, the sound of their footsteps easily drownt out by the calls of the forest dwellers that prefered to keep a night watch. Once she felt it was safe, she nudged his small backside, urging him to nurse before he lay down at the foot of a large redwood tree, the massive roots spreading out as they erupted from the ground as a hug to cradle him to sleep.
Iria turned her head, resting her muzzle apon his rump, patiently allowing his small bottle brush tail to thump her beneath the jaw as he flipped it up and down while he filled his belly.
::I think someone is sleepy.:: She cooed softly as he rubbed his forehead against her hock. ::Why don't you lay down and sleep. I'm sure that your dreams will be pleasant and good.::
His eyes were closed before his small body tumbled into the grass in a heap, forelegs over one of the large roots that seemed to reach out and cradle him. Iria stood gaurd nearby, grazing as a light gust of wind blew in from the north, strong enough to rustle the grass about her, but gentle though, as it did not stir the enhabitant slumbering beneath the tree.
She didn't feel the slight bitter tinge to the breeze, as her fur kept her warm. She paid no heed to the animals slowly beginning to make their way south for their annual pilgrimages. Soon, they would be back in their own forest. A forest that did not age and knew not of winters cruel tyranny.
~~~
Morning found the pair laying together in the soft patch of grass, beams of sunlight spotting their ivory coats. Quatre slowly opened one eye, then the other, his neck crossed that of his sisters. Pulling back, he rose, shaking himself off and promptly biting her horn. ::We're up!:: He called to her cheerfully.
Iria cracked open one cornflower blue eye. ::Yes, I can see that we are. Quatre, please stop chewing my Alicorn. What have I told you about that?::
He removed his small mouth from it slowly. ::I'm sorry.. I want one too.. will I get one?::
A chuckle within the mind link. ::Of course you will, in due time of course, you're still a baby.::
::I'm a big boy.:: He lifted his head high, his small tail shooting up into the air as his sister finally rose, unable to hold her mirth at the sight.
::Why yes, of course you are. Now. What do we do today?:: She began to groom his neck as he stood as patient as a small child could beneath the over excessive mothering. Giving the question a long amount of serious thought, he answered, leaning into her as she did her best to work on the soft baby curls of his mane.
::Can we go back to where we were last night?:: He gave a soft snort, lifting one hind leg in defiance before stomping it back down.
::I don't see why not, I'm sure that the humans have left.:: She began to clean behind one tiny ear.
::Then can we cross the river and chase rabbits?:: He shook his neck out, flipping the ear to and fro.
::That is hardly a game for us. What if you trip in a rabbit hole and break your leg? It will take weeks for it to heal.:: Iria began to work on the other ear as Quatre stubbornly ducked his head, doing his best to avoid the morning ritual.
::No.. that's not fun.. I'm sure we'll find lots to do.::
She snorted softly, using her head to pin the small, fidgeting body to her chest. ::I'm sure Hilde will be here today.:: She spoke of her natural born daughter, weaned only days before the tragic incident that brough Quatre into Iria's life. ::You like to play with Hilde.::
His eyes widened as he tossed his head up and down. ::She's mean to me! She bites me and pushes me down!::
Iria nickered her laughter softly, then shook out her mane as a small gust of wind blew dry leaves into it. ::You must learn not to let her push you around so.:: Her daughter was beginning to grow her own alicorn and Iria was beginning to understand why Quatre was so adament about not going near the fiesty young mare. She had learned the bad habit of poking those in the backside with the small, sharp nub.
Quatre pinned back both snowy ears, a frown crossing the expression in his eyes. ::She's still mean.. but I'll be nice.. because I'm a big boy.::
~~~
"Cathy.. my feet are tired.." The small boy gazed up to his sister, a shell shocked expression shading his cherubic face. He walked into the valleys of dried mud that were churned out by passing wagon wheels during the rains that happened days ago.
The older girl halted, then turned, watching with a similar deadened expression as her brother struggled to keep up. Her eyes softened as she moved to him, holding out her hand. "Does your back still hurt, Trowa? I could find some leaves to crumble and put on the burn."
Taking her hand in his own, he shook his head softly, casting his gaze to the uneven ground before him. Giving a soft sigh, he plowed on, his stomach rumbling softly. "hungry..."
"I am too.."
"I want Momma.. I want Poppa.."
"But they're gone, Trowa. I'm here and I'll take care of you." She gave the small hand a gentle squeaze. "And I'll make sure that you are going to be alright."
He gazed up to her, a look of doubt crossing his face before he placed on the first of his many masks to come. "Ok.."
Nodding down to him softly, Catherine made a silent vow to do what she could to make her brothers life easier, to somehow smooth the bumps in the road, come as they may.
~Tbc:
Authors Note: I've revampted yet again and I think I finally like this chapter. Please review! I honostly need feedback! I promise no more short chapters, I will try to make each one 15 kb (On wordpad) or larger. *Nods*
Author : Wu
Archive: Ask Respectively first
Category: Au/fantasy
Rating: R
Warnings: Violence, OOC, Language (In later chapters)
Spoilers: None
Notes: Eventually 3+4
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing. Don't look at me like that. Don't. Stop. Stop looking at me like that. Now, what was I saying? Oh yeah, I don't own Gundam Wing.
Unicorn in the Moonlight.
Chapter Two.
Moonlight, the color of spun silver, cast its soft glow apon the forest clearing. It was close to midnight and clouds, luminous from the unearthly glow, skitted quickly across the sky, only to leave no shadow apon the earth below. Somewhere off towards the small foothills of the great Ice mountian, a nightbird called shrilly, splitting the chilly air with it's cry.
Dew was beginning to form on the foliage, leaves dipped down with the weight of the beaded moisture and the sound of a small brook burbled quietly, its journey one that would never end.
A silhoette shifted, then snorted. Man was near. Twitching a delicate snowy ear back, the creature listened intently. They were near. She could smell them.
::Come child. We must flee.::
Quatre lifted his head swiftly, then turned a curious gaze to his sister as a snatch of berries that he had been grazing on dangled from his velvety muzzle. ::What's wrong? I sense no danger, Iria..:: He craned his neck around, lightly sniffing the air.
The larger Unicorn would have chuckled had this not have been such a precarious situation. ::Man is near. We must flee, for I have sensed such a pure hatred within their hearts every time I have come near them.:: They spoke in a language that was older than the mountians that stood just outside of the forest, but the tongue of man was not lost on them. Lowering her head, she nuzzed Quatre's backside, encouraging him to step into the denseness of the forest.
::But.. Iria.. I don't understand what's wrong.:: He took a small deer hop forward, dropping the small berries from his mouth as he turned his body in a liquid motion so he could face her. ::Why is it that we must hide from Man?::
::They seek the power of our Alicorns in belief that it will bring them power of their own. Little do they know that that is simply not true. Some seek us solely for the purpose that we are rare. Some seek us out of cruelty. Others seek us out of hope. Nonetheless, you must never trust humans, for they will only lead you to a path of doom.::
He gazed up to her with large, cerulean eyes, eyes that were full of life and of trust. ::Ok, Iria... but can we come back soon? I like this place.::
She nuzzled the foal before her gently, though she wasn't his mother, she loved him as if he were her very own. ::Of course we can, Quatre. Man does not stay in one place very long on Ice mountain, nor in Dark Forest.:: She nuzzled him softly once more as a cumbersome yawn overtook the small foals features. ::Come, we will rest for the night.::
As if they were a part of the trees that stood silent sentry above them, they disappeared as two silver ghosts among the foliage, the sound of their footsteps easily drownt out by the calls of the forest dwellers that prefered to keep a night watch. Once she felt it was safe, she nudged his small backside, urging him to nurse before he lay down at the foot of a large redwood tree, the massive roots spreading out as they erupted from the ground as a hug to cradle him to sleep.
Iria turned her head, resting her muzzle apon his rump, patiently allowing his small bottle brush tail to thump her beneath the jaw as he flipped it up and down while he filled his belly.
::I think someone is sleepy.:: She cooed softly as he rubbed his forehead against her hock. ::Why don't you lay down and sleep. I'm sure that your dreams will be pleasant and good.::
His eyes were closed before his small body tumbled into the grass in a heap, forelegs over one of the large roots that seemed to reach out and cradle him. Iria stood gaurd nearby, grazing as a light gust of wind blew in from the north, strong enough to rustle the grass about her, but gentle though, as it did not stir the enhabitant slumbering beneath the tree.
She didn't feel the slight bitter tinge to the breeze, as her fur kept her warm. She paid no heed to the animals slowly beginning to make their way south for their annual pilgrimages. Soon, they would be back in their own forest. A forest that did not age and knew not of winters cruel tyranny.
~~~
Morning found the pair laying together in the soft patch of grass, beams of sunlight spotting their ivory coats. Quatre slowly opened one eye, then the other, his neck crossed that of his sisters. Pulling back, he rose, shaking himself off and promptly biting her horn. ::We're up!:: He called to her cheerfully.
Iria cracked open one cornflower blue eye. ::Yes, I can see that we are. Quatre, please stop chewing my Alicorn. What have I told you about that?::
He removed his small mouth from it slowly. ::I'm sorry.. I want one too.. will I get one?::
A chuckle within the mind link. ::Of course you will, in due time of course, you're still a baby.::
::I'm a big boy.:: He lifted his head high, his small tail shooting up into the air as his sister finally rose, unable to hold her mirth at the sight.
::Why yes, of course you are. Now. What do we do today?:: She began to groom his neck as he stood as patient as a small child could beneath the over excessive mothering. Giving the question a long amount of serious thought, he answered, leaning into her as she did her best to work on the soft baby curls of his mane.
::Can we go back to where we were last night?:: He gave a soft snort, lifting one hind leg in defiance before stomping it back down.
::I don't see why not, I'm sure that the humans have left.:: She began to clean behind one tiny ear.
::Then can we cross the river and chase rabbits?:: He shook his neck out, flipping the ear to and fro.
::That is hardly a game for us. What if you trip in a rabbit hole and break your leg? It will take weeks for it to heal.:: Iria began to work on the other ear as Quatre stubbornly ducked his head, doing his best to avoid the morning ritual.
::No.. that's not fun.. I'm sure we'll find lots to do.::
She snorted softly, using her head to pin the small, fidgeting body to her chest. ::I'm sure Hilde will be here today.:: She spoke of her natural born daughter, weaned only days before the tragic incident that brough Quatre into Iria's life. ::You like to play with Hilde.::
His eyes widened as he tossed his head up and down. ::She's mean to me! She bites me and pushes me down!::
Iria nickered her laughter softly, then shook out her mane as a small gust of wind blew dry leaves into it. ::You must learn not to let her push you around so.:: Her daughter was beginning to grow her own alicorn and Iria was beginning to understand why Quatre was so adament about not going near the fiesty young mare. She had learned the bad habit of poking those in the backside with the small, sharp nub.
Quatre pinned back both snowy ears, a frown crossing the expression in his eyes. ::She's still mean.. but I'll be nice.. because I'm a big boy.::
~~~
"Cathy.. my feet are tired.." The small boy gazed up to his sister, a shell shocked expression shading his cherubic face. He walked into the valleys of dried mud that were churned out by passing wagon wheels during the rains that happened days ago.
The older girl halted, then turned, watching with a similar deadened expression as her brother struggled to keep up. Her eyes softened as she moved to him, holding out her hand. "Does your back still hurt, Trowa? I could find some leaves to crumble and put on the burn."
Taking her hand in his own, he shook his head softly, casting his gaze to the uneven ground before him. Giving a soft sigh, he plowed on, his stomach rumbling softly. "hungry..."
"I am too.."
"I want Momma.. I want Poppa.."
"But they're gone, Trowa. I'm here and I'll take care of you." She gave the small hand a gentle squeaze. "And I'll make sure that you are going to be alright."
He gazed up to her, a look of doubt crossing his face before he placed on the first of his many masks to come. "Ok.."
Nodding down to him softly, Catherine made a silent vow to do what she could to make her brothers life easier, to somehow smooth the bumps in the road, come as they may.
~Tbc:
Authors Note: I've revampted yet again and I think I finally like this chapter. Please review! I honostly need feedback! I promise no more short chapters, I will try to make each one 15 kb (On wordpad) or larger. *Nods*