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Post by camino on Aug 30, 2008 10:56:20 GMT -5
The sky seemed to fall on the belle's shoulders. A world of pain curropted and, out of no where, she broke into a terrible sweat. Her vulva widened and she knew it was time.
She gave a wobbled canter as she tried so hard to find a good place to birth it. But it was almost hopless, so she dropped in the open grassland, prone to danger, and struggled to birth it quickly.
She pushed, and felt nothing. She pushed again,a nd out came a few moist hooves, then a nose. She felt it roll over, felt it kick. And god did it hurt so bad! She pushed as hard as she could, wishing Lassan could come to see the birth of his child.
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Post by Vel on Aug 30, 2008 11:12:19 GMT -5
Lassan was taking a run through the land when he caught the scent of Artava. He cantered to her to see how she was when, he saw the foal was almost out of her. He stayed where he was, noy knowing if she wanted him closer or if she wanted him to leave or to stay right where he was. He let out a small whinny so he would not startle her. From what he could tell, the foal was very large and she was a small mare. This might be hard for her to foal.
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Post by camino on Sept 9, 2008 18:37:02 GMT -5
blinked, and looked up. She couldn't bear to look at him. After this darned foal was born, she'd give him a piece or two of her mind.
Again, she pushed, and the foal refused to come out. She pushed harder, harder. Out came more of the foal. She looked up, and could see a damp, seal point bay coat, hidden under blood and the wet birth sac.
A few more pushs went on, and finally, after what seemed to be two hours, the foal was out all the way.
Artava knew she'd have to stand, and she did, tired and shaking. It wasn't breathing, just laying there, lifeless. Worried, she nudged it, and then rubbed it with her nose, to get the circulation going.
It began breathing. Artava smiled. She licked the nasty, wet birth case off and nudged the foal. She still dared not look at Lassan, but instead, helped the filly stand. She was dainty and fine, with a blackish brown coat, and a perfect white blaze. Her ears and eyes fine, she carefully began to suckle Artava's milk.
Warmly, Artava smiled. Despite the painful birth, this little filly was a dream.
Artava quivered. She was cold, because it was cold outside, and the sweat was freezing upon her coat. Nostrils flared, she took in air, and cuddled the foal near her chest. That was when she turned to look at Lassan.
"That mare. She's having your foal, isn't she?"
She spoke, trying to to sound angered or tense and frighten the foal. It pressed against her chest and began flicking it's little fluffball tail, ears perked.
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The entry to this new world seemed to come all to soon. It was cold and bright outside, unlike the dark, warm hiding place that she had grown inside. She fretfully scrambled up, and began hovering next to the tall thing that looked, and smelled like her. It had to be her mother, because the scent was the same as her own. They mached.
She pressed against her mothers damp coat, pressing up for warmth. She squirmed around and gave a small nicker, not even seeing the big, black stag.
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Post by Vel on Sept 9, 2008 19:08:15 GMT -5
Lassan watched as she pushed the foal out. From what he could see, the little foal was a seal point bay. He smiled. Artava had not yet looked to him, he didn't know why so he just kept his distance. This was the first foal he had seen being born. When River had had Shadow, she left the land and came back a few days later with the little roan. Artava then pushed at the little bodice when she realised it wasn't moving. After a second it started to breath and wiggle a bit. The bay mare pushed on it with her muzzle to try and help the little one stand on its own four legs. After a few failed attempts, the foal finally managed to stay up, still wobbling a bit. Lassan smiled at this. The foal, which was now obviously a filly, tried taking a few daring steps on her spindly pillars. She wavered a bit, then got the hang of it. She was still unsteady, but she could walk none the less. The filly walked under her mother and began to suckle. Artava still did not glance at him, neither did the filly. He couldn't blame the little one, she hadn't been on the earth for more than an hour. All of this was still a shocker to her little body.
His audits flicked as soon as he heard the voice of the Arab vix. She said "That mare. She's having your foal, isn't she?" in a very tense manner. Lassan tilted his crania a bit to look at her. Artava's tone had infact frightened the filly, whom was pressed against the bay's chest. "What?" he asked making sure he heard her correctly.
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Post by camino on Sept 10, 2008 8:03:31 GMT -5
Artava sighed, flicking the flies off her rump. She looked down at her dark colored filly, standing fairly strongly. She looked at Lassan, and shook her head.
"It's stupid. Just forget it, I'm overreacting. But, Lassan, when will this..war, start?"
Artava had heard word of a war on Isola Dei Dei breaking out, and she wante to know when it was. It would be important, because right now, her filly wouldn't survive during a war. She'd have to move her out of the claimed and onto the unclaimed in order keep her safe, and out of the war.
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The little seal point bay filly began to circle her mother, watching the big stag, as if protecting her mother from him. Ears pinned, tail flicking, she gave a warning whinny. Her mother had gently told her it was ok, but the little filly stood, muscles locked, on gaurd.
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Post by Vel on Sept 11, 2008 15:46:46 GMT -5
Lassan watched the little filly as Artava began to speak again. She asked about the war. Lassan had heard a rumor about some war going to break out soon, but he didn't know if it was true or not. He had only two warriors. He needed more if a large war was going to break out. But he did have an alliance with the herd from Terra De Rocas. Surely Fiana had two or more warriors. "I'm not sure." he paused. "I do have warriors and an alliance with the herd from Terra De Rocas. So if war breaks out, my warriors and Fiana's will fight for both our lands. Mares with or in foal will be kept safe." He really did not know when this thing would begin. He then looked to the filly. "So what do you want to name her?"
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Post by camino on Sept 11, 2008 17:59:02 GMT -5
Artava smiled. She felt better now, and was proud of how well put together her foal was. The little filly was now standing close to Artava's side, eyes dropped, tail loose. Artava lipped at her dark neck and looked up at Lassan.
"Illindream. The godess of all eternity."
She said, and nuzzled the large filly. She stood a bit past Artava's shoulders, head raised high and proud. Artava began walking.
"I am going to put her through her paces."
She said, and began to trot. Her filly was right by her side, head raised, neck arched, little fluffball-tail flinging side to side. Artava looked like a greek statue. Her neck arched, eyes bright and gleaming with pride, tail in a perfect arch, her movements flawless.
Next, the canter. Artava moved into it well, head lowered, tail still up like a banner. Mane flying, ears perked. She began loving this, so much, she seemed to forget about the filly, cantering gracefully by her side. Speed took her in, and without thinking, she began to gallop. As fast as she could, leaving the filly trying to keep up.
Artava noticed and blushed, slowing to a trot and taking her filly to her mate, Lassan.
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Post by .r e e d. on Sept 11, 2008 18:49:35 GMT -5
Raine watched, from across the meadow. Rolling her eyes, she muttered, "Show off." She stood up, with a struggle. Her stomach was now growing everyday. Now, she looked like a really overweight pony. Muttering something else, before walking off, she sniffed around the grass. Finally, she trotted off.
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Post by Vel on Sept 12, 2008 16:24:28 GMT -5
Illindream. That was the name Artava picked out for the filly. He liked it. "Illindream" He said saying the name aloud to hear the sound of it. "I like it." He looked to the little filly and said "Hello little one." he brought his muzzle down to meet the filly's. Lassan watched as the two Arabs moved togther in perect harmony. They looked like statues, perfect in everyway. Artava trotted and cantered the filly and brought her back to Lassan. "Beautiful. The both of you." He said laying his muzzle on Artava's.
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Post by .r e e d. on Sept 12, 2008 16:58:35 GMT -5
Raine looked back a single time, and gained faster speed. The darks, she had to ask the darks something! She gave a final goodbye nicker, and it could be heard faintly to the other horses, a ways off. She had to find out why, maybe even help. Just, she just had to.
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Post by Vel on Sept 18, 2008 17:17:02 GMT -5
Lassan heard the sound of Raine's vocals and then her hoof beats. Lassan ran after her. Where was she going? He half reared and broke out into a full out gallop and caught up to her in no time at all. "Raine." he called while they were still running. "Where are you going?" He slowed his pace and kept it even with ehrs, waiting for her to answer.
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Post by .r e e d. on Sept 18, 2008 19:02:17 GMT -5
Raine whipped around and gave him a glare. Moody she was, but, her knees buckled, and she fell to her knees. She felt her vulva widen, and she groaned madly. Giving a grunt, she fell to her side, she knew, it was time.
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Post by Vel on Sept 18, 2008 19:17:31 GMT -5
Raine turned her head and glared at a him. He looked a bit puzzled. Why was she so mad at him? Lassan drew up short when he realised that Raine wasn't running next to him any longer. He turned and saw her laying on the hard earth. He trotted over to her and put his muzzle down to her own. He brought his head up and scanned his optics over her bidy. He saw her vulva was wide open and he could see a bit of the amniotic sac that the foal was in. He put his head back down and nuzzled her neck.
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Post by .r e e d. on Sept 18, 2008 19:33:14 GMT -5
Raine gave a stressed out nicker. Sweat started to bead on the mare. She grunted, and a little of the foal came out. Her head hit the earth again, with a thud. The poor petite mare, was about to, well she looked like it, about to pop. Her breaths started becoming labored.... She tried her best to nuzzle Lassan back, but she just was able to touch him.
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Post by Vel on Sept 18, 2008 19:39:52 GMT -5
Raine's colourful coat became lathered with sweat. She winced in pain and a small foal easily came out. Raine's head hit the ground and her breathing became laboured. Lassan pressed his muzzle against hers. He look to the little foal on the ground, it wasn't breathing and Raine needed to rub it to get it breathing. Lassan nudged her neck to try and get her to care for the foal.
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