by maluruloki » Wed Jan 11, 2012 9:07 am
Username: maluruloki
Equid Name: Robin Goodfellow (the alternate name of Puck from A Midsummer Night's Dream)
Equid Age: 3
SHORT story:
I had told my brothers many times not to bother the spirit horse that lived in the foothills of the mountains, but they were dead-set on not only catching it, but riding it as well. Spirit horses can't be ridden, I explained to them, and you won't be catching it and impressing Miss Janie anytime soon. The twins, being themselves, scoffed and still left that evening to do their best. I knew better and followed after them; I was worried not only for them, but for the Equid. Robin Goodfellow, as I called him, was a devilishly fun sort of creature, prone to mostly-harmless pranks on those who bothered him. I was on good terms for the small basket of brambleberries that I brought him once a week. He would spritely prance out from his grove and greet me with his customary whicker, nibble my bangs, and take off with my basket only after pushing me on my behind. Big, he was, but mature? Decidedly not.
I found my brothers hiding behind a large pile of boulders; their lantern, though turned low, gave them away in the gloomy twilight.
"Oh, it's just you," Travis mumbled after gasping.
"You shouldn't sneak up on us like that!" Tyler reprimanded me with a scowl.
"I didn't. Have you seem him yet?" I asked, knowing full well that Robin Goodfellow was watching beyond the light of the lantern.
"Nope, not yet," Tyler said with a sigh. "We have the brambleberries too." I glanced up and all three of us froze as he pranced out into the faint light. "There he is...rope him, Travis!" I shook my head as the twins burst up over the rocks, both twirling lassos. Robin Goodfellow seemed to give a squealing laugh and turned back into the grove. I watched the three vanish and sighed, plodding along after them. I knew where I'd find the twins. Slowly, I wandered through the tall trees, lantern in hand, listening to them crash through the brush until they reached a certain point. It was marked by shrieks of surprise and cries for help. I found them waist-deep in a bog, crying like babies and muddied past the point of recognition.
"Save us!" They cried in unison. I pulled them out with their ropes and led them back home. I didn't have to say a word. Their sullen silence was proof that they wouldn't be trying this again. I stopped at the edge of the grove and told them to continue home; I'd follow in a moment. Behind me came the familiar whicker and the rude push to the back. I stumbled forwards and smirked.
"You taught them a lesson, didn't you, Robin?" The Equid, with his two white stockings, seemed to grin in the lantern-light and his violet-blue eyes twinkled. "Well, on with you. Go find someone else to lead into the bogs." Lipping at my bangs, he turned away and as I was headed back, I thought I heard a faint cry for help. Apparently, he'd done just that.
Super sorry if this is too long! Let me know if it is!
Story (c) maluruloki
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