To win this Little mare tell me who her (equid) best friend is and why. Link me to the other equid (make sure you have permission to use the said equid if its another users) and spin me a great explanation/story of how they came to be best friends or why they are best friends. That is all~
End Date: Page 4 (page 5 will not be included in judging)
Edits: Allowed, keep WIPS to a minimum, do not alter forms/no extras
Owner: I ᶫᵒᵛᵉᵧₒᵤ Ian ♥
Name: Hyratius, "Hyra"
Age: 300 years
Gender: Mare
Height: 13.0 hh
Best Friend: Skyfall
Why: Hyratius' mother always wanted a son. Her father had been killed the winter before, a freak snowstorm had blow up and coalesced their entire herd in a blanket of icy white; a young filly got lost and he went after her - and Hyratius' mother never saw her mate again.
She was born in the spring, and though her mother had hoped for a son she was not - in a fit of rage she was given a male name, to show all that Hyratius was a disappointment since the day of her birth. Her mother refused to shorten it, insisting everyone call her Hyratius (the rest of the herd complied - after all, her mother was the lead mare) but Hyratius had always felt the sting of many vowels, the bitter-sharp snicker when she was introduced as 'his last foal, Hyratius, that one.'
It was the summer of her second year that she met Skyfall, the beautiful young filly whom caused the death of her father.
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Though Hyratius' mother tells her stay away from that one, the filly looks at her with clear green eyes free of pity, and Hyratius knows enough of pain to see that this filly has had much. It intrigues her, for a while, and when she moves she can feel the filly's eyes brand her back and her fur catches afire. She has never been given this much attention.
When Hyratius is finally mad enough to snap it is her mothers' weight behind her hooves and then the bones crunch, her mother makes a sound like a scared wounded thing and then she is thrown backward with the force of her mothers' kick, her monstrous bulk looming over her and spittle flying from her mouth, Hyratius is terrified and blood leaks from a wound on her side, not deep but with the bruising pain of a kick and the air around her is thick with the stench of her own fear and she HATES-
her hooves lead her to Skyfall, to a shocking cry that builds and builds in her chest until it all but consumes them both. The embrace is not special, but it is enough, and when she leans her head on Skyfalls' shoulder she does not say much - only "you are safe" "it is alright" "let her think what she wants". It is not much, but she knows what she means and what she says and for her to show understanding without judgment is something Hyratius has never had, and she leans on her and Skyfall says nothing for a long while.
Then Skyfall turns to leave, and at that Hyratius pulls away, tilts her head upwards and peers through a pair of watery blue eyes at Skyfall's green.
"Do you want me to show you something?" the older filly asks slowly and mischievously, a smile flickering across her face, to which Hyratius dries her tears as best as she can and nods a firm reply. Skyfall leads her hoof-over-hoof to the rise of a small hill that overlooks the plateaus where the herds graze. From here her mothers' herd is tiny, a speck in the vast flat world that spreads underneath her feet. "See, Hyra?" Skyfall calls playfully, bumping her shoulder with her own. "See?" And Hyratius, whom no-one has ever bothered to give a nickname, well; she flies.
Later when the sky is dark and the speckled grass on the plains darker still, when the mountains break their proud backs under the weight of the night sky, Hyratius looks up from her home on the knolls and whispers things her mother would be dread for her to hear, things like "I know" "I can" "I will."
And even when the years pass and Skyfall is lost to the wilds, Hyratius never forgets her. Never. Because Skyfall, more than anyone, knew her. And that is good enough to be remembered.