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'and so it seems you're my little G I R L; Renegade&Luthien
Topic Started: Oct 18 2011, 04:35 PM (63 Views)
ƒierce
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i've not yet begun to defile myself.
The black mare trudged across the Foaling Quarry at little more grace than a bumbling bear. She was heavily over-due, and she was not accustomed to having all of this weight on her. She turned her striped face towards the north, teeth baring slightly as a chilled wind blew through the small grove. She had been irate enough at trekking half-way across the globe. She didn't need the weather to voice an opinion in hat conditions her foal was being born into. Her tail slapped against her swollen barrel irritably, and she sauntered forward. Renegade relinquished a heavy breath as another contraction came, and another. Yes, it would be soon, and she didn't have long. So, the red-tinted mare walked until she found a small copse, near the opposite side of the forest she had started from. The black strolled in a small circle then laid her body on the ground, then did so again. Upon her third time trying to stand, Renegade stayed where she was. Many hours later, her filly had entered the world. Normally a foal that had been in the womb so long would be born big and healthy, but she was frail. Renegade's dark ears tipped back in worry. Surely she could remedy that within a few weeks. She was a blue roan filly with a dark head and dark legs. A black dorsal stripe ran down her spine, and two white socks rested upon her hindlegs. The black looked upon her newborn's face and smiled, she had a stripe down her face, just like she did. The filly had a dark mane and tail, just dark enough to be called black. And two big chocolate eyes rested on her face, a trait almost completely dominant in her family. Renegade cleaned her filly, taught her to stand and walk and nurse over the course of the day. And she named her Luthien.
ƒierce   (adj.)   ferocious; bold; intense; dauntless
if i am chaos, then you are the storm inside of me
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