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| The Chronicles of Narnia; Narnia & twins | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Jan 27 2013, 03:25 PM (168 Views) | |
| mysterious_blue | Jan 27 2013, 03:25 PM Post #1 |
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Prime’s rays flickered above the horizon, turning the skies to delicate shades of pink and purple while the distant star gradually eased itself above the skyline. It took several minutes before any light was shed across the clearing that Narnia had spent the night in. The pale maiden’s pelt was damp with her own sweat, her mane was untidy and she felt utterly shattered … but she couldn’t be happier. The mare had arrived at the Quarry already in the throes of labour and was forced to hurriedly find a clearing to settle in and deliver the child she’s been waiting so long for. Despite the excessive distension of her barrel during the pregnancy, the resulting foal was surprisingly small and delicate – but to Narnia, she couldn’t be more perfect. The pale maiden stood over her newborn, diligently cleaning the dark bundle which now lay at her hooves. The filly was shaded the darkest black with only a small star adorning her forehead, just as her mother had been as a foal. Her build was sleek and slender, her face dished slightly to emphasize her large kind eyes – obviously taken from her father’s bloodline, rather than her dam’s heavier breeding. The filly fidgets in place, trying to stretch out her oversized limbs in an effort to stand once more. She had tried to rise to her new hooves several times since her arrival, though the newborn had fallen to the ground again on every attempt. Narnia did her best to stabilise her new daughter, but as a first-time mother, she wasn’t entirely sure of how best to do so. Maternal instinct was a good guide and Katani had mentioned that it could take a while, so the maiden wasn’t overly perturbed by how long it was taking the newborn. The pale mare quietly continued grooming the filly, gently helping her when she made an effort to stand and simply basked in the joy of being a new dam. Prime was hovering above the horizon when the pains of labour stuck the female once more. Her lobes folded back and her teeth were gritted against the pain of the unexpected contractions. The mare’s barrel wasn’t as distended as it had been earlier that day, but she certainly hadn’t returned to her original shape either - though this alone wasn’t enough of an expiation for the second labour which she was now entering. As the pain turned to agony, Narnia had to turn away from her newly-born foal and succumb to the overwhelming urge to lie down once more. From her position on the forest floor, she could still see the ebony filly and the obvious distress she was in, looking round desperately for her mother. Narnia was almost completely helpless to sooth the child she’d spent the night trying to deliver safely, only able to let out a low whicker in an attempt to reassure the newborn, though her tones were laced with pain as yet another contraction crashed over her. --- The chestnut stallion’s desperate search had, thus far, been fruitless. He’d arrived in Barrow Canal, only to be told that his heavily pregnant sibling had already left for the Quarry. He had been deaf to any of the herd’s protests about him going in search of his twin and had bolted off to the lands that equines of his gender were banished from, without fear of the repercussions. Autumn leaves were churned up and thrown into the air as he practically careered through the woods which littered the Quarry, his voice desperately ringing out, calling the pale mare’s name every few hundred yards he travelled. Despite his desperation to find Narnia, he was vaguely conscious of the other mares here – doing his best to avoid the new mothers when he could or keeping quiet when it was very obvious that Narnia wasn’t in the area. Eventually, he picked up the mare’s scent. Caspian steadied himself to a forward trot, his russet strands swatting around his flanks nervously as he tried to trace her. His voice rang out again as he sailed past yet another clearing, only to hear a weak whinny in response a few seconds later. All four hooves were firmly planted in the ground, the muscular stallion almost sliding to a stop before spinning round and bounding into the clearing. The male halted abruptly as his eyes fell upon his quarry; the pale maiden he’d shared the very vast majority of his life with –even their mother’s womb- standing quietly with a bay newborn tucked under her barrel, suckling. Caspian wasn’t one who was usually struck dumb, but he was briefly stunned into silence. It took a few moments before his eyes then ventured downwards towards a small bundle at his sibling’s hooves. The black lump was indistinguishable in the early morning light, and the stallion’s face was contorted into an expression of confusion. He watched for a few more moments, watching as his twin reached down to the black bundle and then seeing it move. Another moment of silence as the cogs in the stallion’s brain whirred away, before his jaws opened suddenly. “HA! You … had twins?! That’s got to be irony or something! Tha--” The stallion’s sudden jovial mood instantly sobered when he realised that both foals were staring and that Narnia was throwing another exasperated look at him. The russet stallion practically withered under her gaze, lowering his head slightly and taking a few steady steps towards his sister, muzzle outstretched with low rumbling whickers of concern rolling from his vocals. “Sorry … are you alright?” His muzzle brushed gently against the mare’s briefly, hooves carefully avoiding the ebony bundle on the floor while his eyes roamed the pale mare’s form - her pelt and mane were tangled with sweat, her exhaustion was clear to see and her barrel looked oddly deflated after such a lengthy pregnancy. But at least she was in one piece. -- Her lips were slowly pulled into a tired smile as she shared a brief moment of contact with her own twin. It was a relief to have Caspian close again; she’d worried relentlessly about how he’d cope with her living in a herd, especially once the foal arrived. She knew that it would take him a while to get used to the idea, but the fact that he’d been concerned enough to come find her was flattering. “I’m alright, just tired.” ‘Tired’ was a bit of an understatement; the maiden mare had just been through labour twice in just one night and she had yet to get any proper rest. Her legs felt wobbly even now, but with one newborn now leaning against her shoulder and the other still on the ground at her hooves, Narnia couldn’t afford to surrender to her exhaustion. Muzzle is pushed forward to gently bump against Caspian’s again before she renews her efforts to get the ebony filly to stand. The colt at her side fidgeted and yawned, but remained on his hooves. His pelt was a similar bay to that of his father, though he was obviously more heavily built than the Arab was. The birth of the colt had been harsh on Narnia; she had already been tired from delivering the filly and his larger build meant that the foaling had taken much longer … yet he had stood up almost immediately, throwing into context just how frail the ebony foal was. It was, therefore, a huge relief to the new mother when her first-born finally got to her hooves and Narnia couldn’t help but shower the filly with affection while the bay colt started to take an interest in a slightly unwilling yet curious Caspian. *** The clearing was empty by the time that Prime’s rays had finally dispelled the shadows which had once been cast across the grass. All four equines were making their way steadily back home, the mare setting a relaxed pace through the woodland, conscious of the filly’s particularly slight form and unsteadiness on her hooves. The ebony foal’s frailty was a concern to the maiden, but at least she knew that she’d have Roux for support and Katani to gain advice from once they got back to the Loftlands. Having Caspian present took much of the strain off the pale mare’s shoulders, and the russet stallion currently seemed more than happy to entertain his new nephew or keep an eye out for any potential threats. It would be a good few days before they made it back to the Canal and the journey would be long and tiring, yet Narnia couldn’t wait to get back and show Roux his newest offspring. |
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