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| -& it's leaving something bitter on my tongue; Pasqua foaling Aphelion | |||||
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| Hoknell | Jan 5 2013, 10:08 PM Post #1 | ||||
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Pasqua cringed as she slowly made her way into the Foaling Quarry. She had been pregnant for quite a long while, and the weight and pain of the foal was enough for her. She could not take it any longer, and she could feel her body crying for her to give birth. She knew it would be today. She had foaled twice before, and was experienced; she could tell that this foal's birth was imminent. Even though the Thoroughbred mare had given birth before, the experience was still just as painful. She kept wondering to herself if this had been the right choice. She wanted to free herself from Taurean, but to have a foal to do so? Pasqua constantly feared that she would not love this foal. That she would only see the child as a way out. She feared that she might abandon the foal, even if it didn't deserve it. Pasqua found herself constantly thinking about April and Thistle and Bezec. Surely this was a bad sign for the foal's future. And to her, Taurean was not exactly a good example. She kept worrying that this foal had no good future. The mare had been worrying for quite some time, now. Pasqua winced when she felt waves of pain begin to sweep throughout her body. She was going further into labor. She hurriedly found a place by a rotting, leaf-coated, snow-speckled log that sat beside a slowly-trickling creek and took it. She knelt down before sliding down to her side on the cold grass that had hints of snow and frost on it. Pasqua closed her eyes, waiting for the labor to continue. For a moment, part of her actually wondered if Taurean would encourage her or comfort her during the pregnancy. |
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"It's a slow fade when you give yourself away, it's a slow fade when black and white have turned to gray Thoughts invade, choices are made, a price will be paid when you give yourself away People never crumble in a day... It's a slow fade..." ~ Casting Crowns "Shine, make 'em wonder what you got, make 'em wish that they were not on the outside lookin' bored/when you shine, you will inspire the kind of entire turn-around that would make a bouncer take ballet, even bouncers who aren't happy" ~ Newsboys "Every storm runs out of rain" ~ Title of a song by Gary Allan "God is love; the thing that holds us together" ~ Skye from Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D | |||||
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| ƒierce | Jan 8 2013, 10:57 PM Post #2 | ||||
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i've not yet begun to defile myself.
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| Hoknell | Jan 19 2013, 12:45 PM Post #3 | ||||
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Pasqua flinched and snorted angrily when he touched her barrel. She lifted up her head to glance over at him, and then flopped it back down onto the ground. She would be giving birth before long; she felt like she had experienced most of the labor earlier. She could feel the foal squirming inside her, and it made her wince with pain. She began to fall into a light-headed headache that readily consumed her. Her muscles were tense and her forehead dappled with sweat. She closed her eyes again and whinnied in pain. Birthing a foal was never easy. And this foal felt much larger than any of her previous foals. Before she knew it, she found herself pushing as hard as she could, her face twisted into an excruciating wince. Her legs swept across the ground periodically as she struggled to continue trying to control the pain. Anything that Taurean might have said in those few minutes went through one ear and right out the other; Pasqua could hardly hear herself think. At last she delivered the final push. She felt the foal slip out, and she laid there motionless for a moment before arching herself up hurriedly, for fear that Taurean might do something to the foal. She was still light-headed, and she could hardly keep her balance as she laid there. She nuzzled the foal and began cleaning it. It was then that she noticed what gender the foal was. It was a filly. Pasqua's lip twitched in debilitating disappointment, and she looked up at Taurean, now flame in her eyes. "A girl." Pasqua said quietly and firmly. The look in her eyes told the stallion that he was not to harm the filly. At all. (ooc: I'm sorry about the delayed reply and sudden birth. I just really wanted Aphelion to be born xD) |
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"It's a slow fade when you give yourself away, it's a slow fade when black and white have turned to gray Thoughts invade, choices are made, a price will be paid when you give yourself away People never crumble in a day... It's a slow fade..." ~ Casting Crowns "Shine, make 'em wonder what you got, make 'em wish that they were not on the outside lookin' bored/when you shine, you will inspire the kind of entire turn-around that would make a bouncer take ballet, even bouncers who aren't happy" ~ Newsboys "Every storm runs out of rain" ~ Title of a song by Gary Allan "God is love; the thing that holds us together" ~ Skye from Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D | |||||
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| ƒierce | Jan 24 2013, 09:03 AM Post #4 | ||||
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i've not yet begun to defile myself.
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| Hoknell | Feb 20 2013, 10:59 AM Post #5 | ||||
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Pasqua listened to Taurean's words, relieved to hear that he would not hurt the filly. Though Pasqua would still keep a close eye on her daughter. She did not trust Taurean. His next words surprised her. Stipulations? What was he meaning? A flicker of hope crossed her eyes. Would he let her go? Then Pasqua wondered about the filly that was laying next to her. Would she be safe if Pasqua left? The mare could see the adoration and love in the stallion's eyes over their daughter. Maybe he really would not hurt the filly. But what about her education on how to live? Pasqua shivered at the thought of her daughter adopting bad habits from the Dark. The mare snapped out of her train of thought. Thinking about possibilities and endless conflicts was not going to get anyone anywhere. She looked down at the filly and then up at Taurean. "What kind of stipulations?" She asked, her ears swiveling forward to catch his answer clearly. She opened her mouth to ask another question, but closed it abruptly. She did not want to irritate him, for he might withdraw these "stipulations" he had in mind. (ooc: I so sorry about the wait! D:) |
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"It's a slow fade when you give yourself away, it's a slow fade when black and white have turned to gray Thoughts invade, choices are made, a price will be paid when you give yourself away People never crumble in a day... It's a slow fade..." ~ Casting Crowns "Shine, make 'em wonder what you got, make 'em wish that they were not on the outside lookin' bored/when you shine, you will inspire the kind of entire turn-around that would make a bouncer take ballet, even bouncers who aren't happy" ~ Newsboys "Every storm runs out of rain" ~ Title of a song by Gary Allan "God is love; the thing that holds us together" ~ Skye from Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D | |||||
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| ƒierce | Feb 26 2013, 11:31 AM Post #6 | ||||
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| Hoknell | Mar 20 2013, 12:18 PM Post #7 | ||||
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Pasqua listened as she cleaned off the filly. At the mention of him actually letting her leave First Counts Shoal, she snapped her head up in hopeful shock before looking down at the filly and continuing cleaning her. She would have to return until she gave him a son. Again, that fear of bringing these foals only into existence so that she could escape came to mind. She would hate for the foals to learn what they had been brought into the world for - to be used like that. What about this filly's future? She could not be heir to Taurean's land. What would the future hold for her? Taurean continued to spoke, and what he said about murdering any child Pasqua gave birth to that was not his made a sickening feel grasp her. Pasqua squeezed her eyes shut and let out a shaky snort, her ears flattening. She had no idea when she would bear him a son. It could be next time she was pregnant, or it could be a few years out from now, or even never. No, not never. The thought of a child with Bezec's blood in it being murdered almost made Pasqua cry. She would make sure to not conceive any other foal until the contract was finished. Pasqua stopped cleaning the filly when Taurean gave her kisses. Her ears flattened even further, but she was also guilty for having brought this filly into the world only to produce an heir. This filly was a failed heir and a failed key to Pasqua's escape. For a moment, Pasqua wondered if it would be better if she made sure she raised this filly all the way to her adulthood to become a young, spirited mare. But that would mean staying away from her family for three years. Pasqua did not know if she could handle that. The Thoroughbred mare looked back up at Taurean and nodded her head. She was too filled with the image of a murdered foal before her to thank him. How could she thank him? What he had said was beyond sickening, and she had to restrain herself from lunging at him with bared teeth. Her weakness from giving birth was one of the few things keeping her from doing so. Turning back to the filly, Pasqua asked quietly, her voice hardly more than a whisper, "What should her name be?" Edited by Hoknell, Mar 20 2013, 01:31 PM.
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"It's a slow fade when you give yourself away, it's a slow fade when black and white have turned to gray Thoughts invade, choices are made, a price will be paid when you give yourself away People never crumble in a day... It's a slow fade..." ~ Casting Crowns "Shine, make 'em wonder what you got, make 'em wish that they were not on the outside lookin' bored/when you shine, you will inspire the kind of entire turn-around that would make a bouncer take ballet, even bouncers who aren't happy" ~ Newsboys "Every storm runs out of rain" ~ Title of a song by Gary Allan "God is love; the thing that holds us together" ~ Skye from Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D | |||||
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