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Post by L Y N X ! on Jun 27, 2010 23:57:23 GMT -5
but you are the only exception
»» Lynx grazed along-side her dear friend Lovett, listening to the calming chirps of the birds in the dark trees around them, basking in the sunlight that streamed through the canopy of leaves above their heads. Both the mares had swollen bellies, but Lynx's was by far the largest, which made the little mare look quite strange with a barrel as large as she had. She often was concerned about that. Her previous pregnancies definantly hadn't produced foals as large as this one, even though Blazer was a quite big newborn.
»» Lynx raised her tiara lazily, chewing on a small patch of grass, when she felt a gentle stirring in her belly. Lovett gave her a glance, but continued eating. The arabian however turned her tiara and brushed her muzzle against her barrel, ears flicking contently. It would be any day soon her foal would be born. Any longer, she and Lovett constantly joked, she would just pop. Lynx turned her head back to continue grazing, but was caught off guard by a sudden contraction and a sharp kick. She grunted, audits flattening and nares quivering. Lovett blinked and turned, looking at Lynx carefully, eyes full of concern. "
[/size] Are you alrigh', dear?[/b][/color] [/size]" she asked, giving the other mare a nudge on the shoulder. "[/color] I'm fine, but I think its about time this child is born,[/b][/color] [/size]" Lynx replied, grimacing painfully as she dropped herself to the ground. Lovett watched her friend, not sure to do, banner flicking anxiously. The chestnut looked up at her, giving her a small smile. "[/color] Why don't you just go rest or talk to Sweeney? I'll be fine,[/b][/color][/size] " Lynx said, failing to mention that Sweeney would probably NOT talk to Lovett, and just chase her off. Stupid ass stallion. Lovett heisitated, but nodded, turning away and wandering off into the foliage.
»» Lynx watched her friend go, her breathing slowly beginning to pick up and contractions becoming more and more painful until she couldn't bare it and she was forced to lay on her side. Her ivories clamped together, her swollen belly twitching slightly from the foal, or foals, waiting inside.
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la de da dooo the only exception - paramore & you'll be in my heart - phil collins !
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Post by Vel on Jun 28, 2010 0:29:23 GMT -5
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Masquerade had been contently grazing, while keeping an eye on Sweeney at all times. Truth be told, he was afraid of Sweeney and didn't trust him. He had seen what the stallion could do and quite frankly, he didn't like it. So he found it better to be nice to him and stay out of his way, he didn't like other horses anyway.
The masked stallion's head shot up as he saw Lovett saunter over to them, without her best friend in tow. Masquerade looked at her for a moment, nodded, and trotted off to go find Lynx. Bye now the foal was probably already born. Lynx had been rather big. Oh God, what if the foal was too big and she had bled out because of it? If she died, Masquerade would never ever forgive himself, not in a million years.
It took the stag a little over forty-five minutes to locate Lynx. She was standing up, licking a foal clean. A puzzled looks crossed his face as he saw the small, red bay, black masked filly. She didn't look that big? Maybe it had just been an illusion. She had obviously just been born.
He shook his head to forget about it and trotted up to Lynx, a whinny escaping from his lips. It was only when he halted by Lynx and the filly that he saw an ebony colt peeking aound Lynx's hind legs. Twins.
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Post by L Y N X ! on Jun 28, 2010 0:56:40 GMT -5
but you are the only exception
»» Lynx had taken a while to deliver the pair of foals, and frankly, she was quite surprised. The arabian layed there for a minute, panting heavily, so tired and tempted to just lay there for a while, but her motherly instincts got the better of her and she sat up, turning her tiara over to gaze at the pair of slick foals behind her. Her eyes softened and a smile pulled on her maw, and she couldn't help but nicker softly to her set of newborns. They blinked in the sudden light, breathing in the new sights and smells, before looking at their mother. Lynx smiled fondly at them before pulling herself to her feet with a huff, shaking herself breifly off before going to stand over her childeren, giving them gentle nuzzles and nudges, encouraging them to try and stand. And after a few minutes of falling around, the twins were on their feet.
»» The arabian got straight to grooming the filly while her colt quickly latched onto her for his first meal. But the sound of something approuching alarmed the newborn, and he quickly hid behind his mother. The filly pressed herself to her mother as well, nostrils quivering. But Lynx simply smiled, and soon spotted Masquerade through the trees. She whinnied softly back, ears flicking. The colt peered over his mother's legs to get a good look at the other horse, since his mother seemed to be fine with him around. His sister stared at the stallion, head slightly tilted. Lynx laughed lightly at Masquerade's expression at seeing the two foals. "
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Post by Vel on Jun 28, 2010 1:20:30 GMT -5
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Masquerade gave her small nod as he moved to touch his muzzle to hers. So this is what happiness felt like. Masquerade felt as if this should have been a fairytale and this was the ever after ending that the story should concluded by. If only it would remain that way.
Masquerade put his head down to greet the filly first. "She looks a lot like you Lynx." he said quietly so he wouldn't startle the new foal. He then shuffled over to touch the colt's nose. This one had almost the same markings as him, aside from the white sock. These two couldn't deny their parents. "Have you though of any names yet?" he asked, his mismatched eyes returning to Lynx.
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CHARACTERS Masquerade
NOTES I hate french people
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Post by L Y N X ! on Jul 6, 2010 19:57:40 GMT -5
but you are the only exception
»» As Masquerade looked over and greeted the foals, Lynx's chest swelled with pride. These were their childeren, and they were as perfect as can be. The filly blinked and cocked her head at the large black horse, flaring small nostrils. He smelled a bit like her mum, so she began to relax, but kept her eyes on him as he spoke to the chestnut mare. Lynx smiled at Masquerade. "And he looks a lot like you," she replied quietly, and watched her colt as he gave a small squeal and hid behind her haunches. She tsked in her throat. "Now dear, this is your daddy. Say hello." Lynx turned and walked around to the back of the black colt, so that both foals were inbetween her and Masquerade. She gave the colt a reassuring nuzzle, and he peered at his father shyly. "I was thinking Chrissy for the filly...do you want to name him?" she asked, glancing up at the stallion. She came to consider he may not of ever had the chance to name any of his childeren, because he loved, and then leaved. But thankfully, he wasn't like that anymore.
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Post by Vel on Jul 6, 2010 21:47:43 GMT -5
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The stallion glanced to Lynx as she said something quietly. He had thought that she had said that the colt looked a lot like him. He gave her a small smile just to let her know that he had heard. Of course this colt looked like him. Masquerade's looks were like a bloody curse. Everyone of his offspring looked a lot like him, and that blasted white half of his face had to be passed down everywhere. On Isola Dei Dei if you had a half masked face, you were likely in Masquerade's bloodlines and everyone knew it.
The masked stallion looked to the colt as he peered around his mother. The colt no longer seemed to be afraid but was glaring as Masquerade like he was his mortal enemy. Masquerade rolled his mismatched orbs. This one was definately going to be quite a handful as he got older.
Masquerade looked to the filly as Lynx said what she wanted to name her. "I like it. Nice and simple." he commented. Lately horses had been coming up with the strangest names for their foals. Take his name for example. What horse looks at a foal and thinks 'oh I'm gonna call you Masquerade.' Masquerade favoured more simple names like Lynx, or Chrissy.
Name the colt? Masquerade had only named one of his children and it just so happened to be the one child who hated him iwth a passion for no appearant reason; Jigsaw. Whatever happened to him? The thought vaguely crossed his mind every now and then. Jigsaw was such a pompous prat and really liked Aro, his new herd leader. He was probably still in that land, and probably Aro's little favourite. Why did all his children, that he knew of, turn out to be such idiots? This one would be different, and he deserved a name that would fit. "Erik." Masquerade said with a bob of his crown in the now sneering colt's direction. "It means 'honourable leader'." he told Lynx.
OPEN TO Lynx
CHARACTERS Masquerade
NOTES lol I only know what the name Erik means cause my friend Erik was searching what our names meant one day when I was over at his house and we were bored. =P
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Post by L Y N X ! on Jul 8, 2010 19:30:28 GMT -5
but you are the only exception
»» Lynx considered the name. Erik. She smiled at Masquerade. "I love it," she said earnestly, turning her head to look at the black colt. Her smile turned to a slight frown quite quickly when she saw that Erik was sneering at Masquerade. She pinned her ears and gave him a correcting nudge. "I won't have any of that nonsense! Respect your father," she told him, her voice soft but firm. Chrissy flicked her ears, her tiny nostrils flaring as she continued to stare at her father. He was just so...big! He was even bigger than her mum, by a lot.
Cautiously, she reached over and gave him a curious sniff, brushing her velvet muzzle on his cheek. Her mother seemed to be perfectly fine with him being around, and had mentioned to her brother that he was their father. She blinked at him, cocking her head while Lynx lowered her head to graze, starving.
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Post by Vel on Jul 8, 2010 19:54:44 GMT -5
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Masquerade gave the mare a bigger smile. He was glad she liked it, but of course, he always came up with good names. Well for the two colts he ever named in his life, he felt like they were good names. Masquerade was glad that Lynx had caught the colt's death glare. He hoped that it wasn't some kind of trait in his family that sons had to hate their fathers. But for now, that was certainly what it looked like.
Erik's ears went up as he heard his mother's voice, but went back down once he realised she was punishing him. So this was his father. Figured. Erik had heard his mother saying that he looked like the bigger stallion. Oh well, he couldn't complain now. "Fine." he mumbled to his mother as he gave Masquerade a strained smile. It was shocking that he was a several hour old colt, he was already acting like an olde rhorse with a short temper.
Masquerade's mismatched eyes caught Erik's new smile. Well maybe the colt wouldn't hate him so much. The stag was pulled from his thoughts as Chrissy came closer to him and cocked her head a bit. Masquerade glanced to Lynx, only to see that she was contently grazing a few metres off. His eyes went back to the filly as he said "'Ello. Um, I s'pose I should tell you my name eh?" he nervously rattled off. He was not used to being around foals and had no clue what to do. "M'names Masquerade, but obviosuly y'can call me father, or dad, or daddy." he said awkwardly. Luckily he was saved from another awkward speech when he saw Erik trot over to his sister.
The ebony colt jogged up to his twin and rammed into her playfully with a small smile on his face as he tossed his head back and whinnied. He then proceeded to canter a couple circles around her while pulling her tail.
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OPEN TO Lynx
CHARACTERS Masquerade + Erik
NOTES lol ikr? Of course the whole time I was laughing at the 'honourable' bit. Hes the kind of kid that would've been the class clown in grade school. *eye roll* My name meant 'follower of Christ' or soemthign of the sort. =P
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Post by L Y N X ! on Jul 11, 2010 21:56:56 GMT -5
but you are the only exception
»» Lynx continued to graze, though she kept her eye on her new foals and her mate and how he was coping with them. So far, he seemed to be doing well. Good. Because all hell would break loose if Masquerade decided he didn't want to help raise the pair. Probably best not go into the details.
Chrissy blinked at Masquerade, staring at him a moment longer before saying, "Hi!" quite loudly in a chirpy voice. Her mother jumped slightly, then quickly calmed, haven been taken off guard by her daughter's outburst. She gave her a look, smirking, before going back to eating. Chrissy flicked her ears and grinned at her parents. But as her brother slammed into her her grin was wiped away by a look of surprise and a 'oof!'. The chestnut filly blinked and then laughed, turning to look at her brother as he circled around her a few times. She reared, scraping at the air, and gave a squeal, and leaped at her brother, playfully tugging at his ears.
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la de da dooo the only exception - paramore !
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Post by Vel on Jul 12, 2010 12:39:33 GMT -5
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Masquerade let out a sigh of relief as the two foals started to wrestle with each other. That would keep them busy for most of the day. He really wasn't cut out for this whole parenting thing. He had tried it once wiht Jeannie when she had Champagne and Jigsaw, but Champagne never left her mother's side and Jigsaw dispised him for some reason. Masquerade just hoped that Erik wouldn't turn out to be how Jigsaw was now; spoiled and arrogant.
The masked stallion shook his crown and wandered over to where Lynx was, joining her. "Lovett will adore them." he told Lynx, knowing how her best friend could get around children. Luckily that was another mare who could deal with entertaining children. Masquerade just didn't know how.
Erik glanced over as he saw his father go over to graze with his mother. He just shrugged and leapt at Chrissy again after she had tugged on his ears. The colt whinnied and broke off cantering away from Chrissy looking back over his shoulder calling "Bet you can't catch me!"
This turned out to be a bad idea, cantering and turning to yell. Erik stumbled on his own legs and went sailing through the air and landed flat on his back with a loud thud. The colt quickly scampered up and shook off, looking around as if nothing had happened. He then turned back in the direction of where his mother was and bolted off again, trying to evade his sister.
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OPEN TO Lynx
CHARACTERS Masquerade + Erik
NOTES yeah after I found that out he calls me Sister Kristina >___>
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