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'this will be my gothic E N D I N G; Viern&Aislin
Topic Started: Sep 3 2011, 01:52 PM (149 Views)
ƒierce
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i've not yet begun to defile myself.


VIERN & AISLIN you taste like Heaven, but God knows you're built for sin

With no home or stallion to return to, Viern had felt no inclination to return to the mainland after this foal's birth. It was hard enough being a wanderer, much less a single mother. Had Shamus stuck around her long enough, she might have wanted to return to him, but the bay dun had not done so. The smokey black paint had immediately come here after the conception of her child. It had done her much good to do so. Viern's black-splashed body was sleek and fat, barrel enlarged from her foal's growing body. Her pelt was just started to thicken for winter, but she had a lot of time to do that. The contractions had started in the wee hours of the morning, before Prime had even shown its face over the horizon. Ever since then, the painted mare had been searching for the right place to give birth. Eventually, close to the time when she would have to settle down, she found it: a small thicket. It was large enough that she could pace, but small enough to be called secluded. The thicket could only be found by the small path hidden among the shrubs and small trees that guarded it. And it smelled of deer, so she knew it was safe enough.

A contraction ran through her, stealing the breath from her lungs. And the mare laid down on the soil, her hooves cutting into the ground, making the bits of dirt stick to her sweat-laced coat. The black paint grunted, wincing as the foal shifted to begin its way into the world. Viern stood up, shaking the excess dirt from her body before she paced the circumference of the thicket before laying down again. This process repeated three times until it was time. She stayed down, grunting and pushing. Her neck fully extended from her body, hooves grinding up the dirt, searching for some futile support. Many hours later, her third child was born. The mare lifted her dark head and sat carefully erect. The mare began running her rough tongue over the foal, removing the birth sac from its limbs and small body, improving the circulation with the caresses. In time, she knew it was a filly, both by faint feminine scents and the soft musculature of her body. The foal's coat was painted, like Viern's, splashed with a pale gold brown color, buckskin. She donned a wide blaze on her small face, and her mane was parti-colored between the buckskin of her forelock and the white of the mane. The filly's fluffy tail retained the same buckskin shade as her forelock. Viern smiled as she looked upon her daughter's face: she had her eyes.

It was too bad that Shamus had given her so little support; their daughter was beautiful and would surely be a catch among the boys when she was older. Viern stood up slowly, taking care not to step on her child's fragile limbs. The paint nickered to the foal, encouraging her to stand also. The filly threw her head up defiantly, and the mare chuckled softly. She ran her soft muzzle over the contours of the filly's body lovingly before gently pushing her rump into the air. Squealing a protest, the filly kicked her slender legs out, pushing off the ground. Standing. A shocked expression washed over her features before she giggled. Viern whickered to her, urging her to come close and nurse. The tobiano filly took a single step, learning slowly how to use her spindly legs. Gradually, she made it to her dam's side, following her instincts to where her nourishment was. Viern's hindquarters twitched slightly; she had to get used to a nursing foal again. The mare lowered her head to graze, mauling over names in her head. It dawned on her, and she raised her head. Deciding to test it out, she spoke softly and gently. "Aislin." The filly removed her head from under her mother's barrel and turned back to look at her, licking the warm milk from her white lips. Viern smiled. She had just confirmed her name.

Viern and Aislin stayed in the Quarry for many days, giving Aislin enough time to grow into her legs, learning to walk steadily, trot, and eventually run. This allowed Viern to decide where they would go next. Eventually, she determined they would travel to the Dreamscape. The mare had heard tales of the continent. How it never snowed there in winter. How there was plenty of food and water. Aislin wouldn't be strong enough to stand a cold winter this year, and perhaps by next winter, they would have a home. The black paint loved her small filly, and her thoughts often went to Aizel and Maleficarum. Surely the filly had gone to her father's land, but what of Male? Perhaps he had found his own father, journeying with him. But he was a stallion now, perhaps he had claimed a land. Viern knew that she would have to find a home with a stallion soon, but she hoped she would pick the best one, one that would love her and Aislin alike.




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ƒierce   (adj.)   ferocious; bold; intense; dauntless
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