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Post by .r e e d. on Apr 22, 2009 18:45:37 GMT -5
Irish Clover The Icelandic essa browsed the sweet vegetation, looking for the softest spot. Her roaned barrel was bulging, swaying to her hocks. It just added to her pony look, her forelock covering her neon optics. Finding what seemed to be the softest spot in the grass, Clover plopped down with a soft snort. Soon, as she knew she would, the vixen went into labor.. [/color][/center] |
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Post by Vel on May 11, 2009 17:51:53 GMT -5
Lassan trotted jovially through his land on the beautiful day that it was. It was warm, but not to hot. There were clouds every now and then, which was nice since they kept the blistering sun from beating down on the equines on the isle. To top it off, a nice sea breeze was drifting lazily across the lands.
Lassan's pace slowed when he saw Clover up ahead. He hadn't talked to her in a few days, it would be nice to catch up with eachother. He lifted his crown and whinnied, picking his pace up once again. He then saw that she seemed to be going into labour as he neared. He let out another whinny and cantered up to her, halting by her head, touching his maw to her own.
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Post by .r e e d. on May 17, 2009 12:25:37 GMT -5
The essa's breathing quickened as her babe came. Clover smiled weakly at Lassan, nuzzling him back.
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A while later, a black and white foal was taking his first unsteady steps. His dam smiled, encouraging him to step to her... [/color][/font][/right] |
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Post by Vel on Jun 8, 2009 17:35:31 GMT -5
Lassan stepped back from Clover and her new foal. He wanted to give them space, time to bond. He didn't want to get in the way of the pair. His chocolate orbs took in the ebony and ivory colt. He was a handsome little thing, a perfect mix of Lassan and Clover. Yes, he would grow to be a lady's man. Lassan was sure of it. "What are we gonn call 'im?" Lassan asked Clover.
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Post by .r e e d. on Jun 15, 2009 8:25:07 GMT -5
The mare smiled, whuffling as she guided him under her flank. 'i didn't really think about names except for a couple days...' she thought for a moment, 'boo?' a shy smile played on her lips.. [/blockquote] Muse: Not good at all.[/size] |
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Post by Vel on Jun 16, 2009 16:54:27 GMT -5
Lassan smiled at Clover and the foal. Lassan hadn’t thought about it either. His auds flicked as she spoke again. “Boo for a name?” he asked. He did like the name, he actually liked it a lot. It seemed perfect for the little pony. Lassan figured that he would grow to be apony since, well his mother was a pony and Lassan was on the small side because of his Arabian blood.
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