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Post by sibber-chow on Nov 6, 2008 23:53:25 GMT -5
Fiana came upon the Beta's land, a shrill whinny leaving her vocals. She was calling for Whitefoot to come to her. Now that she was pregnant and approaching her foal's birth, she knew her other mares must wish to have foal too. Unfortunately, with war approaching she could only allow one of the mares to have foal besides her. But, she was certain that Whitefoot would be just as pleased to sire a foal -- he was young and eager afterall.
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Post by wildbrumby on Nov 7, 2008 7:05:23 GMT -5
Once again, the silly young stud had been away from the lands. Doing what ever he desired. He did this often. Most likely more often than his lady knew. Or would like.
He was just returning home when he heard her call. Demanding his presence. Snorting lightly, the buckskin broke into a swift canter and bounded towards the call. Soon Fiana came into view. He nickered a loud greeting to her and slowly to a proud walk. Stepping lightly up towards her, the stallion lowered his muzzle towards the ground. Showing his submission before she greeted him.
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Post by sibber-chow on Nov 7, 2008 11:58:25 GMT -5
The mare had a softened look on her face as the stag approached with his submissive greeting -- it was good to see that she had loyal herd members. Sure, she knew that Whitefoot hadn't been occupying the land often, but she felt it could be expected. He was young and eager to please... himself, mainly. And, she really did not blame him for that. Though she was uncertain as to what his mistress would think, but that was none of her business, as long as it didn't conflict the entire herd.
The mare lowered her own crown in a gentle bow, tugging on his mane gently to say it was alright for him to raise his own head. "'ello Whitefoot, how have you been?" As the ebony spoke, she backed up a few steps, allowing the stag some room to get comfortable.
"As I'm sure you can tell from my swollen stomach, I'm expecting. I'd rather my foal not be raised alone, and I'm more than certain you wouldn't mind being sire to a foal, yourself. With the war coming, I'm afraid I can only allow you to breed with one of our mares. Now, I will let who you choose be your choice. But, keep in mind that because of our need for bodies in this war, the mare you choose will be positioned as babysitter during this war. So, if your mate is who you choose, she will have to take on that position... for now." The ebony waited to see if he had any concerns he wished to express, and if he did not, she would leave him to choose.
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Post by wildbrumby on Nov 8, 2008 5:38:36 GMT -5
Whitefoot smiled at her attention. Enjoying having some from her after such a long time. Lifting his head to look at his lady's swollen stomach. She certainly had gotten round. When she spoke of hi fathering a foal, Whitefoot was surprised. With this war had hadn't expected it. But it was most likely a good idea. Incase someone was killed. By that he meant Torchwood or Fiana. Or even himself.
"I would be honoured to." He said looking at Fiana. He frowned, thinking about which mare to choose. He hadn't spoken to Amorette since Fiana had last called a herd meeting. Maybe her had negectled her. He would prefer her to be the father of any foal he was to help raise.
"Amorette would be my choice. It would also keep her safe." Whitefoot finall said, looking at Fiana seriously.
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Post by sibber-chow on Nov 8, 2008 22:10:42 GMT -5
The ebony smiled at him. He sure seemed to have grown up a bit. "Wise choice; I will leave it to you to bear her with the wonderful news. Unfortunately, when my own foal is birthed, I may not have much time to spend around him... or her, due to the war. But, with Amorette taking on position of babysitter and mother-to-be, I am certain I can trust her to take my foal under her wing when I can not be around." With a last bow, the mare turned away. Her birthing time was near, and she wished to be alone for a little while. "I shall see you soon, Whitefoot, and hopefully with a new member beneath me."
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Post by wildbrumby on Nov 9, 2008 3:36:47 GMT -5
Whitefoot smiled happily. Pleased Fiana agreed with his choice. He just hoped Amorette agreed. He really should have spent more time with her. He would kick himself for it later.
"Take care." He said to Fiana quietly. He had no idea what a birth was like so he wasn't sure what else to say. Flicking his tail, he turned to leave and go off in search of Amorette.
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