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| BlackPhantom | Oct 30 2011, 12:48 PM Post #1 |
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How the time had flown. It seemed to short ago that Jasmine had found the Phantom again, but now she was almost due with their most recent- and most likely last- foal. Entering the familiar lands of the Foaling Quarry, the silvery mare's sides swollen with pregnancy, she hunted for a memorable spot. The last time she had foaled, which had been her darling Phantasma, Phantom had come along with her. She had gone to a grove, and after looking for a short while found it again. This spot had the memories of the one time her love had come to a birthing of his child, and she wanted her last foal to be in the same place. Though contractions had not yet started, Jasmine had felt that it had been time to begin the journey to the Foaling Quarry. It wasn't for some time after she arrived that the call of nature pulled her into the familiar routine of birthing a foal. A few hours she paced, standing up then laying down, snorting every now and then with discomfort. Finally she laid down and stayed, labor having intensified to one of the final stages. Now all she could do was what instinct told her. An hour later, Jasmine lay panting. This foaling had been like most of the others, smooth without complications, but in the state she had been in before conceiving it had taken more out of her. She felt the foal moving behind her, so she rolled onto her stomach and turned around to face the foal. After cleaning it off, she discovered with a thrill that it was a colt. His coat was a lovely chestnut, the only marking being a white star. It took some effort for the exhausted mare to stand, but once she was up the foal started to squirm around and attempt to find his feet. Soon he was up and standing, making his way over to his mother for his first meal. Once he was finished, Jasmine found herself to be shaking. The air still retained some of its winter chill, and she was covered in a layer of sweat from delivering the foal. Coupled with her exhaustion from the whole ordeal, Jasmine knew they would definitely have to stay here for a few days before starting the journey home. She laid down, keeping an eye on her colt as he explored the grove in which he had been born. Finally, his newborn stamina burned out, the infant came back to his mother and lay down next to her, curling into the warmth of her stomach. Both of them slept solidly until the next day, and the next few days they spent resting until they had enough strength to begin to travel home. |
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