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`Sad prayers for G U I L T Y bodies;
Topic Started: Oct 30 2011, 06:49 PM (78 Views)
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So now that winter was fully over, it was spring. There was no snow, ice or anything of the winter left behind anymore. It was all flowers bursting out with vibrant colours and the trees would blossom into beautiful bright spring colours, it wasn’t Andria’s preferred season though, it was too hazy for her, to the point where it would make her nose run, it was like she had an allergy to the pollen floating around. Bugs would often fly around her head and land in her creamy mane or forelock, making a nest out of it, most of the time Andria would crush them against a tree since she didn’t want anything living in her hair. That would just be creepy. Who in the right mind, would want bug living in their hair?

Pondering on that question, she thought of Storyteller, a weird and smirk-like rogue that she met in rogue territory. That land wasn’t very pleasant, it was rather dry and had cracks in most places, the trees were half dead except for that one half decent tree she stood by. Storyteller gave her an off vibe, he would often smirk towards her, which gave her more questions to ask, then he would call her some other name , which Andria forgot. She didn’t quite call him a “friend” he was more of an aquaitence to her.

Tossing her head up in frustration, her bold shoulders would heave forward. Andria’s stomach had grown surprisingly big over the past couple of months, she knew what it was from, she wasn’ a dumb fool. She met a stallion, it was for a brief moment and his name was….. well it started with an R, she couldn’t quite figure it out though. But now she is pregnant with one of his offspring, Andria wasn’t fond of those foal things. A frustrated sigh pushed its way through her win passage, she would often feel kicks in her belly, here and there. Andria turned her head to her stomach and flatten her ears, as if she was annoyed with it, nipping lightly at her belly. She felt weighed down by it all.

Her pelvic muscles felt relaxed, this was a weird new sensation she hasn’t felt before in her life, maybe this came with the whole foaling bit. It all came to logic, the reason why her pelvic muscles felt relaxed was for an easy pathway for her baby, she started to panic at the thought. What have they done? Andria flattened her ears again, she started to become restless. Luckily she was already in the foaling quarry, but again, she started to worry, all the signs were starting to show too early. Is this a premature birth? She thought to herself, Andria snorted and started to worry. She had never been through this before. Pains started happening again, she lifted her hind left leg to kick at her abdomen. Lowering her neck, she opened her jaws to grab onto the strands of grass that she was around, she would nibble at a couple and lift her head back up, looking around, no one was around, thank god.

Her body felt hot, it wasn’t normal for her, it was overheated. Then she realised that she was sweating and then it came to realisation that the mare was in labour. Her neck and flanks felt warm and a bit damp. The contractions felt more stronger than before, her uterine muscles and abdominal muscles were working hard and kicking at her. This time, Andria positioned herself on the ground, it wasn’t the nicest of places, there were few patches of grass, but that didn’t matter. What mattered, was delivering this foal. She extended her draft legs so she didn’t strain anything. The foaling process began to take place….

After a few hours going through all this trouble, the poor mare was exhausted from the ordeal, but she was relieved that it was all over now. This was her first foal, she didn’t know that it would be so much trouble, but it’s going to get worse. She now has to find its father and present this foal to him, hopefully he will take care of it, since she can’t. She has to move on.

Andria turned behind her, to see the foal trying to stand up, it looked as though he was having a lot of trouble doing it, the natural instincts kicked in and she thought this wasn’t normal. He was born premature and must be weaker than most foals. She rolled her eyes back and extended her legs out in front of her, to help lift her body upwards so she was now in a standing position. She felt sore and exhausted, but she had enough energy to help her foal upwards. Andria tossed her main, the first steps were a little awkward towards the foal, but she got there. The foal was of a dark bay patchy colour, a brief smile grew across her facial expression. She noticed that the foal was a colt, she didn’t know if she was happy or not that he was a colt, nevertheless, the father would be happy anyway. She nudged at his flanks so she could have a clear pathway to his abdominal area, after she had nudged him, she lifted her nose underneath his stomach and helped him up a bit more. He was a bit wobbly at first, but he was fine. Andria waited a few moments before she took off him with towards rogue territory, she didn't decide on a name for him, that can wait..

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