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| Squirrel | Aug 30 2011, 06:21 PM Post #1 |
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The painted mare stopped briefly upon entering the Quarry. The burden of carrying another life so far was making her tired. Her nearly three year old daughter was close behind her. The younger one stops and looks at her mother. "Are you alright?" Willow nods and motions her painted form forward to find the right spot. But she had waited too long before coming here. Contractions had already begun. Sweat was lathered upon her. Guilt lingered in the back of her mind. She felt like she was betraying the one she loved. This should have been the foal of another stallion. Sure Shieryon was nice and kind. She liked living in his land with lots of other mares to befriend. But he wasn't Shetan. Azalea and her friend Shiekra had urged her to leave her home. A contraction makes her forget her guilt. Brown ears flatten against her skull as she looks around for a place to lie down. Azalea followed quietly behind her mother. She knew what she was doing by now. Her mother could have handled this on her own but had asked her to accompany her. It was a great learning experience as she would be three soon. Soon she would be on her own and able to have her own foals. Willow found a spot near a brook. Lying down on the cool grass she lies on her side and pants as contractions become more frequent. Rolling onto her belly again she looks up at Azalea who has a confused look on her face. "You don't have to turn away but its up to you." Azalea nodded and kept her gaze upon her mother's face. Willow rolled onto her side again and soon felt the urge to push. Experience was on her side as this latest foal was coming quite easily. She groaned only once as she lay there. Feeling the hardest part of the foal slip from her she lay panting for a moment. Smiling up at her daughter. She rolls onto her belly and looks back at the wet wiggling mass. Rising to her feet she begins to clean off her newest foal. A son she had a new son. Her suspicions had been correct. Azalea stepped forward to look at her new sibling. The colt resembled Azalea in coloring. The white on him was a little more prominent and he was heavier due ot his draft heritage. He struggled to his legs only to fall. Again and again he tried to stand only to fall to soft grass. Finally he found his footing. Swaying briefly before he takes a step. He steps towards Azalea who reaches out her nose to her new brother. She smiled at him. He continued toward her confused at the two horses before him. Willow chuckled at the sight. Happy to see her two children bonding. The colt sidled up to his sister looking for food. Willow took charge and guided her son towards her. She nudged him to her side to find the milk. When he was drinking contently Azalea looked at her mother. "He's gorgeous mom." Willow nodded. "He looks like you." All her children had been black of some shade. When he was done drinking the colt walked up to his sister again. Azalea nuzzled her brother's fuzzy neck. He made a squeal. His fuzzy tail swished and he walked away to flop down on the grass again. Yawning he closes his eyes and falls asleep. Willow lays down next him. Tired as well. Azalea shrugged and lay next to them. "What are you going to call him?" Willow nuzzles her two children. Shrugging. "Antares. Shieryon liked that name." Azalea nodded and the two mare fell asleep. The trio stayed next to brook for the next few days letting Willow recover. When at last she felt it was necessary to return home with her son. "Come along you two. Time to go home." And they turned towards home. |
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