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devotchka
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Jan 25 2013, 06:17 PM
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WELL SWEET MOTHER TERESA ON THE HOOD OF A MERCEDES BENZ
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| Devon was still slightly in shock she had gone through with this. Of course, it was too late for the young mare to do anything about it. The autumn leaves were rapidly dropping from their perches and rotting, and soon it would be winter. The weather was much colder these past few days, and the mare hoped her unborn foal would hurry itself up and be born. In truth, Devon was very nervous. This was her maiden birth, and hopefully her last. She had run into Iamb quite by chance, but having gone through the natural process, the silver dapple mare definitely knew for certain that stallions were not her thing. He had been pleasant to talk to, but she had felt no attraction. The awkwardness after certain events had led them to drift apart, and the hybrid mare didn’t know if he even wanted to see his child. She didn’t mind him dropping in to visit, but there was no guarantee of where she would be. The young mare had decided it would be unfair to live in a herd where she would never want to show the stallion affection or willingness to bear a child, so the rogue life it was.
She had been waiting around in the quarry for some time. Although Devon was usual not very prompt, the changes her body had undergone scared her, and she had lost no time being in a safe and comfortable place. She had found a routine where she would rise early, sneak out into the more open spaces of the quarry to snatch a few mouthfuls of grass whilst Prime situated itself in the sky, before going back to her safety of a clump of trees and resting, waiting. It was on one of these frosty mornings, travelling back to her small haven when Devon felt the first real pang. The foal had been moving about more and more the longer the pregnancy had been going on, but this felt much more intense. Her chocolate ears snapped back in almost a comic fashion, her eyes showing their whites as another roll of pain rotated through her body.
Perspiration began to seep through her chocolate skin under her mane as the hybrid desperately tried to reach her grouping of trees. She made it safely, finding it deserted as usual, and sank to the ground, her nostrils flared and inhaling the earthy smell of the grass. Between pushing and the onslaught of contractions, Devon lost track of time. Finally she felt something give, and her sides heaved as she allowed herself to relax fully, her breath coming in short and frantic pants. Her breath furled away in smoke with the cold as she pricked one ear, hearing the crooning of a newborn. With instinct guiding her, the mare slowly got to her feet, her limbs shaking as she made her way over to her newborn. Her long pink tongue unleashed itself on his frail form, washing away the birthing fluids to reveal a tovero, with unusual markings but the silvery dapple his dam possessed.
Devon’s mouth formed a hard line. She had been expecting a filly, but still, he was very good looking. It wasn’t like she had the choice to leave him there. Deciding quickly on the name Kenning, and putting her floral themed names on the shelf forever, she goaded the small colt to his feet, allowing him to nurse when he finally managed the art to stand.
| | hybrid . silver bay . light brown colored eyes . 15.3hh . rogue . no home |
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