Post by ||Collie|| on Aug 10, 2007 3:46:34 GMT -5
It was in the dead of night she finally managed to pull herself into the Foaling Cavern, heavily pregnant with a small foal that had been living safely inside her for the past few months. She had been worried about the foal’s survival since her last miscarried baby a short while ago but this one seemed promising. She had a feeling that the little bairn inside of her would be a filly much to the disappointment of its father who was so keenly waiting for a boy. He stuck around, she gave him that much. Most stallions of his nature would run away from the responsibility of parenthood but even though she was positive that he didn’t love her he was there and that was all she was concerned about. After all, the young one would need a role model.
With short sharp breaths, she could stand no more and more or less collapsed where she stood. What had bothered her for months was on its way out at last and she could get on with her duty as a mother. About half an hour after she had lay down on the hard rocky surface of the cavern, a small colt lay still at her back feet. Standing up she went to investigate the foal to see if it had lived. Removing the after-birth the foal started to move some, looking up at its dam with its large black eyes and calling to her softly. She watched over him as he found his feet and helped himself to her milk. She stayed there only a few hours before steering the colt from its birthing place toward the Fire Domain where he was to meet his father.
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Suicide mad the best she could at making herself as invisible through the undergrowth as a mare with foal could, checking back regularly at the foal who was hurrying alongside her as a quick pace. Felling eyes all around her she stopped at the meeting place of her and Zalizarus and whinnied loudly. The foal quite alarmed by the sudden burst of noise looked startled as he searched the small area in search of what his mother was calling for. Not named, hardly even on his feet – he was already learning that life was hard an fast, much like his heart was at this moment. Suicide nudged him encouragingly but not as warmly or as motherly like a mare from the water would do for example. He would never learn from being a wimp.
“Alizarin, please don’t look at me like that. I’ll feed you later, this is very important now.”
Alizarin? Sounded exotic but why was she saying this to him? Must have been a temporary name for him now. At least he wasn’t called ‘it’ or ‘you’ anymore. His identity for now was Alizarin. Frowning at his mother’s ‘scolding’ he then went on to interest himself with a large black beetle that had scuttled in front of him while his mother watched out for the ‘more important than him’ person.
With short sharp breaths, she could stand no more and more or less collapsed where she stood. What had bothered her for months was on its way out at last and she could get on with her duty as a mother. About half an hour after she had lay down on the hard rocky surface of the cavern, a small colt lay still at her back feet. Standing up she went to investigate the foal to see if it had lived. Removing the after-birth the foal started to move some, looking up at its dam with its large black eyes and calling to her softly. She watched over him as he found his feet and helped himself to her milk. She stayed there only a few hours before steering the colt from its birthing place toward the Fire Domain where he was to meet his father.
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Suicide mad the best she could at making herself as invisible through the undergrowth as a mare with foal could, checking back regularly at the foal who was hurrying alongside her as a quick pace. Felling eyes all around her she stopped at the meeting place of her and Zalizarus and whinnied loudly. The foal quite alarmed by the sudden burst of noise looked startled as he searched the small area in search of what his mother was calling for. Not named, hardly even on his feet – he was already learning that life was hard an fast, much like his heart was at this moment. Suicide nudged him encouragingly but not as warmly or as motherly like a mare from the water would do for example. He would never learn from being a wimp.
“Alizarin, please don’t look at me like that. I’ll feed you later, this is very important now.”
Alizarin? Sounded exotic but why was she saying this to him? Must have been a temporary name for him now. At least he wasn’t called ‘it’ or ‘you’ anymore. His identity for now was Alizarin. Frowning at his mother’s ‘scolding’ he then went on to interest himself with a large black beetle that had scuttled in front of him while his mother watched out for the ‘more important than him’ person.
