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ƒierce
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Nov 2 2011, 05:44 PM
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i've not yet begun to defile myself.
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Swimming to the Quarry had not been easy, though the painted mare had tried picking the shortest distance possible. She was heavily pregnant with contractions making her breath short. When she did finally arrive, she was well into labor. Sahada only had enough time to find a place to lay down. And, luckily, on the shore, there was a cave. It smelled of bats deeper in, but the mare only went a short distance into the mouth. Her knees came down first, the sand stuck to her coat like a wet blanket. The white hairs of her forelock swept back and stuck to the sides of her cheeks. And she began to push. Many laborious hours later, her filly was alive and present in the world. The mare was only slightly disappointed at not having a son, but her daughter's beauty was great. She was pale and hints of gold laced portions of her small, wet body. Sahada cleaned the filly with her rough tongue. Surely Cian would see what potential she would have. Over the course of the next few hours and days, the paint taught her daughter how to speak and walk, then run. The filly even learned a few words, this made the paint chuckle. She smiled as they bedded for the night. Her name would be Sonnet.
Edited by ƒierce, Nov 2 2011, 05:44 PM.
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