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| I was not always a broken soul. (Contains some graphic content); Monica foaling Azriel | |
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| Kat. | Jan 23 2013, 11:30 PM Post #1 |
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Monica I was not always a broken soul The older mare swam towards the beaches of the foaling quarry. Once more laden with foal, but she swore this would be the last time she would carry a foal of a stallion to whom her heart did not belong. The mare pulled herself out of the water her light flaxen mane and tail darkened by the water that dampened them. It took much of the mares strength to pull herself out of the water, monica remembered the days when she was still a young mare who had yet to see the tragedies she had. For many years she had held back the tears of utter hopelessness and loss with out her love but towards the end she feared she had fallen down a slippery slope of depression, one that no matter how many time she tried to climb out for her daughters she would only feel herself slip deeper into the abyss. In those rare moment where she would see the light, reality seemed so foreign, he daughters almost grown, when had this happened. Ameera leaving to start her own life, surely 3 years had not already passed since she had conceived the first of her two daughters for her love, Shamrock. Surely she had not let so many days pass and not even known they had. As she dragged herself out of the water, tears streamed down her face, all of the tears she had kept back from her daughters she cried now. She cried for the her lost daughter Elsie whom she had never really known, she cried for her eldest daughter Ameera for having to take on a responsibility that no daughter should ever be left with before her time, she cried for her two middle daughters whom she had seen grow up but never really known. She cried most ashamedly for herself and the loss of the love she had so very briefly called her own. For a moment the flaxen mare could do nothing but lower her self gently to the ground, waves lapping at her back legs. She had no motivation, no will to live any longer besides the reason she had come to this beautiful paradise in the first place. Monica had had a very rough pregnancy this time around, this foal was active from the very beginning and was constantly making his dam very very uncomfortable. The foal thrashed about kicking and churning, and Monica knew that if she did not give birth soon this foal would kick her. She already was not feeling good at all and that was never a good sign before a birth was to take place. Already sweating profusely the mare struggled to her feet. After a few tries she made it up though she felt as shaky as a newborn filly. Monica took deep breaths to calm herself before turning towards a place that she had discovered that was close by. Monica could not move fast enough the contractions were coming in heavily now, but if she moved any faster black spots danced across her vision. Finally she could not go any further the pain was nothing nothing like she had ever felt before, then Snap and red flashed across her vision, the foal had broken a rib in her chest and Monica could barely breath but her attention was not on her self no, but only to bring this little foal safely into the world. So despite the mind numbing pain Monica found the strength to push with the contractions how ever feebly. Durring one of her pushes she felt something rip inside of her and then a hot wet rush down below, not only was she going to die, but if this foal was not born soon so would it. Monica came two a few minutes later to see a wriggling mass of blood and something that should definitely not be there. The flaxen mare was loosing energy fast, she was already drenched in sweat and she was completely falling apart. Monica was unable to get up after several attempts. She looked nervously around she knew she had only a few minutes left to live for she felt herself drowning in the pain, but she would not leave her son. Her only son of five foal this was the only boy she had given birth too. Monica looked at him and a chill flooded her as his cold ice blue eyes met her own, she saw something cold in the colts soul and that scared her to death. Monica lay down on her side after awkwardly cleaning her colt from a laying down position. The black dots grew bigger her head felt as if it was to explode and with her dying breath she uttered her final words. "Alecto shall be your name, and may the Angels bless and protect you my son." with her work her on Kormada done she took a last shuddering breath and lived no more. The Bay Tobiano colt stood over his mother no emotion expressed in his eyes, he had fed from her corpse and would continue to do so until she could no longer offer him anything more. Alecto felt no pitty for his mother it had been her job to bring him into the world and she had done it. His cold blue eyes said nothing more as he curled up next to his dead dam to keep warm even for a few hours. Edited by Kat., Jun 1 2013, 11:09 AM.
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