..kenaia

and the curtain rises on kenaia, a young female bear cub, wondering alone through the wilds of sparkling creek valley, unaware of the fact that her fierce mother is no where around... in fact, little kenaia is completely alone. but the small grizzly cub continued to amble along, pushing her way through the grasses, content to chase the butterflies and do the type of things cubs do. but she doesn't realize the danger she is in... humans, wolves, and horses all roam this place, none of which are friendly to her kind. oh boy...

the small cub stumbled into the tall grass prarire, her dark mocha eyes taking in the sights with awe, her large paws carrying her quickly, but not gracefully, over the rough terrain. a loud set of squeals (which in a bear sound quite... different) is released from her young vocals as she romps about in the long grass, oblivious to everything... and everyone.

Malibu Moon

The Moon Will Always Rise
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I heard the squeals of something I did not know of... Yet. I snorted as I trotted quickly over the tall grasses, my pelt of brown shining beautifully in the sun. I hear this noise, but it is more of an animal sound. I skid to an abrupt halt where the squeals were loudest, and look around me. All I see is tall grass, nothing more. Nothing more but equines and wolves dotting the landscape. I wonder what I had heard... And wonder if I even heard anything, or that my mind was just playing tricks on me. I understand that it's not, but maybe I have become too dumbfounded with this situation of a different kind. I let a low, friendly nicker drift from my opened maw to whomever I had heard. I patiently wait for a reply while I scan the grasses, looking for what I had come to see.

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I am Dubbed: Malibu Moon
My Heritage is: American Mustang
I am Blessed a: Stallion
My Allies are: None
I Love: None
I am Loved by: None
I Dwell at: Saphire Brook
My Offspring are: None

.kenaia.

..ooh, let's add another actor in this drama. an equine? it'll do. so anyway, this little stallion comes upon our friend kenaia, the lost little cub. what will he do? let's find out, shall we?

the small cub stopped stock still at the sound of movements, and whirled about at the sound of a whicker behind her, her ears pricked, beady black eyes watching the grass and the emerging equine with interest and fear... mixed with a little awe. she remained rooted to the spot, allowing a little grunt to leave her young vocals, although it sounded quite high-pitched compared to her mommy's grunts.