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devotchka
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Jan 11 2013, 10:58 AM
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WELL SWEET MOTHER TERESA ON THE HOOD OF A MERCEDES BENZ
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| This would be her seventh, and possibly last time she made this journey to the foaling quarry. There had been no obligation for the pale mare to give Hades a foal, unlike her other unknown herd mates, but the mare arrogantly still thought she could do better than the rest. She had never met the other members of the grulla’s herd, but it would be very nice if she could present them with a fine specimen of a foal. Show them how it was done. Although in personality not all of Katina’s foals had been acceptable, she still had managed to produce six healthy foals. Barring Ajax, who the Lipizzaner did not count as her son, her other two boys were doing well. Her fillies on the other hand had not been as successful. Solstice had more or less vanished when she was of age, and the grey didn’t care if she was alive or not. Then there were her two younger fillies, Victoria and Evenne. The older was nowhere to be seen, but Katina liked to keep the painted foal close.
She had left Evenne in Devil’s Rift. Katina upheld the decision that the filly needed some independence, but not too much. She wasn’t fond of leaving a young female in a land with colts that weren’t related to her, but she had no choice. The Lipizzaner was an experienced mare and wanted to get the foaling process done quickly with no upheaval. Like an impressive headship she swanned into the quarry, her voluminous barrel panging with contractions as she swept past other mares and their young, her gaze disdainful despite the pain she was in. She always went to the same spot, enclosed by trees in a good situation in the quarry. Instead of wasting time by keeping moving, Katina bent her knees, her neck cresting as she gently lowered her tender cargo onto the ground. Hoping this would induce the foal out she tried to keep as still as possible, her haunches trembling with each wave of pain.
The birth was no more or less painful than the others, but Katina sighed in relief as the foal slipped from her. She was tired, more tired than she could remember after this natural ordeal, and with a sour expression she accepted the fact she wasn’t the three year old mare she used to be. Giving herself a moment to rest she glanced over at the grulla foal. He was quite still but breathing, and looked a healthy size. Pulling herself reluctantly to her feet, Katina began to wash him roughly, detecting from smell that he was a colt. A gleeful expression reached her face as she examined him more thoroughly, finding his coat to be a pretty fawn colour, although he clearly had grulla markings, and had inherited traits like both parents. Reaching her full height once more the mare encouraged the foal to stand, which he did after some time. Even as he coughed a little as he nursed, Katina couldn’t help but feel incredibly satisfied. Once again, she had thrown a colt.
| | lipizzaner hybrid . greying grulla . coal colored eyes . 15.3hh . dark . devil's rift |
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