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| ƒierce | Jan 2 2013, 12:45 AM Post #1 | ||||
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i've not yet begun to defile myself.
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VILARSEI The draft mare strode quietly down the wood path, gray feathers clashing with the wet earth beneath her hooves. The female lowered her head slightly, white crescent on her forehead becoming apparent. With the size of her distended barrel, she knew the foal would be healthy, but something felt wrong. Slowly Vilarsei sank to her knees and then allowed the hindend of her body to awkwardly lower to the ground. Many hours later, a foal slipped from her body, but, even though it had arrived without any damage to itself, the draft mare continued to bleed out. But, though it wasn't like Vilarsei, she did nothing to stop it. Many thoughts rushed through her head including those about her family, Aran, her children, Esroh. How passionately she had loved him. But he left. She had been with nothing but herself and three children asking for their father. The only thing that brought her back was the hungry, cold, shivering bleat from her newborn, but she did nothing. |
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| kimmys | Jan 2 2013, 01:22 AM Post #2 | ||||
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Her latest son is barely two days old, but Akita is on the move. Not to leave, not yet at least, but to build up her child's musculature and to find nourishment for her own. The Quarry lacks predators that would make such early travelling dangerous, and she is secure in the knowledge that she is not risking her son's life in moving him so. However, their forward progress is limited by the scent of a mare giving birth, although it seems slightly off. It is a normal enough occurrence here in the foaling season and she intends to simply make a detour, but the closer they seem to get, the more overwhelming the smell of blood is. Torn, the mare pauses. If it was a normal birth she would be committing a grave error in interrupting, but if something were wrong and she moved on, she wasn't sure she would be able to live with herself. Deciding for the sake of the mare or child, if there was one, that she would intervene, she tucks Sven close to her body and navigates carefully through the underbrush, whole body alert and tense. The scene ahead makes a soft mewl of fear exit her body, restoring horrors of her twin birth with Siasion and her subsequent death. However, after a moment of stock-still right, she is able to look upon this scene as the separate disaster that it is. Judging by the spread of red behind the mare, she has not much time left, if in fact there is any time at all and the black and white mare immediately breaks into the clearing, leaving a clearly confused Sven where she previously stood. Her first attention is to the foal - a filly, her mind registers - to make sure it is breathing and not in immediate danger, before turning back to the mare where she lays. Hesitantly Akita touches her muzzle and feels only the very slightest of breaths. "Miss?" After a pause she tries again, a little louder. "Miss? Please wake up for me, please." Tears burn in her eyes but she doesn't give into temptation, wanting to be able to deal with this problem without her post-birth emotions getting in the way. Her gaze flashes back to the foal at the mare's feet where she lays, struggling with the birth sack she remains encased in. "You must wake." |
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| ƒierce | Jan 2 2013, 02:21 AM Post #3 | ||||
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VILARSEI The weakened mare is roused from the beautiful darkness by a voice. Distinctly feminine. The draft opens her turquoise eyes to behold a mare. Splashed with black. Rather pretty. Her dark ears twist forward, rustling her gray locks. Vilarsei doesn't speak. Not yet anyway. The female scent of the way gives way to traces of a cleaner scent, milky and tinged with masculinity. The mare had a colt then. What Vilarsei had gathered from the other smells was that of blood more than the normal amount during birth. So this was the source of her demise. Blood loss. Vilarsei hesitated to smirk and snort out a laugh. What a pathetic way to go out of the world. Not exactly the bang that Vilarsei would have envisioned for herself. The other female had said to wake, and so she had. What now? |
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| kimmys | Jan 2 2013, 12:29 PM Post #4 | ||||
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This is not something that Akita has prepared herself for, and the approaching finality of death makes her panicky. She doubts that this mare has long to live, due to the pool of blood and the apparent weakness with which she rises to the mare's call. Akita wonders how long the mare has lain as such and hopes at the very least that the worst of the pain is gone. Moving close to the mare so that the newborn would not see, Akita addresses the mare. Some say that foals do not remember their birth, nor anything but impressions for a few days following it, but the tovero disagrees. When he was very young, Aeson still had nightmares about his dam's death and Akita hopes that this will not be the case for the precious black filly at the mare's feet. "I'm afraid death comes quickly. I will care for your beautiful daughter if you wish, only, please tell me your name and hers. I will make sure she remembers you, always." It is moments of extreme duress that one can see the true similarities between Akita and her eldest, Paisley, as nerves turn her into a chatterbox despite the soothing, rhythmic qualities of the words. She keeps her voice low, so that the filly may not hear, and thus, may be spared further emotional scarring. Sven remains hidden as he was bid, although Akita can hear him shuffling in the loose grass behind. |
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| ƒierce | Jan 2 2013, 02:11 PM Post #5 | ||||
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VILARSEI Vilarsei doesn't move to sit upright, mostly because she doesn't have the strength, but she resigns herself to thinking that she can't because she doesn't feel like it. Death was quickly approaching, and she was feeling colder by the second. The tovero mare speaks of taking care of her daughter, asking for her name and the filly's. "No." She pauses to breathe slowly. "Take her, but I don't want her to remember me. A figure who isn't involved in her life doesn't deserve a name or a role. You will be her mother. But if you wish to know my name, it is Vilarsei." The draft feels a stillness slowly creeping over her, first in her legs, then her hindquarters and back. "Call her Muse." Then the mare shuts her eyes, breathing steadily slower. "Please don't tell her about me....I was such a failure.." Then Vilarsei speaks no further. Edited by ƒierce, Jan 2 2013, 06:31 PM.
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| kimmys | Jan 2 2013, 04:24 PM Post #6 | ||||
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Akita isn't quite sure how to react when the mare's first word is seemingly a dismissal. Her ears flick backward uncertainly and she withdraws an inch or two, although the prone black mare was quick to rectify the tovero's confusion. Her elaboration breaks the mare's heart and she wonders if she will be able to uphold this mares last request. The selflessness of her wish is overwhelming and Akita must press her pale lips together to further stifle her tears. She nods once before replying verbally. "I will do so, Vilarsei. But you kept yourself alive until help could be reached, therefore you are not a failure, not in my eyes." Unable to face the mare any longer, Akita turns her attention to the tiny dark fully, whose coat was fully black where it was visible. Tenderly she begins to clean the fragile newborn, checking for all vital signs. As usual, she murmurs gently to the baby as she does so, and for the first time in her life tries to hurry the baby upright. If there is even a chance that the mare and goal could be coerced into standing and nursing, the colostrum that Vilarsei could provide would be monumentally beneficial for the fully. Some still lingered in her blood, but Akita was afraid that it wouldn't be enough. |
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