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* a heart full of love ;;; kaloni&vitez&morsir
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Apr 28 2013, 04:28 PM
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 "and the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to b l o s s o m." A sigh parts her pale lips as Kaloni finally finds purchase, her hooves digging into the soft sand as she thrusts herself closer to the shore. Prime has just risen over the horizon, the luminous fingers drawing back the last few tendrils of the starry blanket and welcoming a new day. It has been a long night, one of journey and weariness, but the white Arabian knows that it is only just beginning. Her body glistens as water streams down her frame, the last of the ocean’s frothy touch trailing her skin and releasing its briny grasp, accentuating her wide middle. At last, it is time for Kaloni to give birth to the foal that turns inside her, and she feels relief at having made it safely to the Quarry. She feels awkward as she crests the shoreline, her body seeming slow to respond to her actions and making her movements clumsy. Coming to a slow halt, the pale mare’s sides heave as she catches her breath, one of her tulip-shaped ears rotating before she turns her head to reach to the black stallion coming to her side.
She has asked Vitez to accompany her to the Quarry, believing this experience to be a step that they should make together—and besides, she can’t imagine being away from him for more than a moment. Much to her pleasure and gratification, the Friesian had accepted her proposal, and now stands to comfort her. A quiet, affectionate whicker rumbles at the back of Kaloni’s throat as she touches his cheek, her breath soft as she closes her eyes in a long blink, feeling overwhelmed with appreciation.
Whipping the long strands of her tail against her extended middle in response to the discomfort that is a constant, very dull throb, Kaloni pulls away from Vitez, her gaze trailing to the forest that looms a few yards in the distance. They look like shadows in the growing light—dark beacons of refuge, signaling solitude to those that share her delicate condition. The white Arabian knows that it would be unsafe to give birth out in the open where they now stand, not to mention how revealing it would be to the black stallion, and she isn’t sure she wants to put him through that much. “Follow me, love,” she murmurs gently, and touching her muzzle briefly to his, Kaloni begins walking towards the forest. Her pace is slow and rather clumsy, but she finds it easier to maneuver herself once the fine sand of the beach transitions into firmer ground. She is careful in directing her enlarged self between the trees, and often looks to Vitez or touches his shoulder or muzzle, offering in some wordless way her appreciation for his patience. Knowing the nerves that can consume the handsome stallion, she can’t imagine what thoughts must be running through his mind, and so she is all the more grateful to him for accompanying her.
The pair travels several yards, winding their way through the vegetation as Kaloni searches to find the proper location. Finally she settles on a small clearing, large enough for two equines to maneuver comfortably, but small enough that it ensures she will have sufficient privacy. The white mare settles herself near the middle of the clearing, her nostrils flaring as she takes deep breathes, her muscles relaxing beneath her skin. Not a maiden mare to this experience, Kaloni knows now that all she can do it wait, but the knowledge that Vitez stands devotedly at her side comforts her.
Excited, she is anxious to take this next step together.
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Apr 28 2013, 05:50 PM
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Vitez Son of Lyre & Illusion
Sturdy limbs pulled his ebony form easily away from the grasp of the seawater and onto the soft sand of the beach. Dark strands automatically flick around his haunches to free himself of the excess saltwater as his eyes fall upon the terrain of the Quarry. Butterflies dance round inside his belly; he knew that he shouldn’t be here, that –as a rule- stallions were forbidden from trespassing on the shores of the Quarry. Vitez had been surprised at Kaloni’s request … in truth he still occasionally found it hard to believe that she was pregnant with their foal – let alone about to give birth or that she’d wanted him to be with her when the time came. The Friesian couldn’t have denied his mate, not after everything that had happened, but that didn’t completely flush away that natural sense that stallions weren’t welcome in the Quarry.
Laying his doubts to rest, the Friesian turns to Kaloni; his eyes immediately meet her gaze before turning to sweep over her form. He had witnessed how tired the maiden had become over the course of the journey, and had done his best to help her along the way – protecting her while she rested and aiding her when the terrain proved a challenge. Hazel-coloured orbs linger on the mare’s distended middle, thoughts turning to the foal which lay safe within her womb. As excited as he was at the prospect of a new addition to the herd, he still feared for the unborn child’s heath and its mother’s wellbeing. He couldn’t ignore the fate that had become the mare’s first foal …. But things were different this time, and Vitez would do whatever he could to make sure they were both safe and healthy.
Vitez is tempted to reach out and make contact with the Arabian’s swollen barrel in the hope that he’d be able to sooth her discomfort in some way, but at the same time he feared that doing so may well cause her more pain. In the end he has to settle for gently nuzzling the mare’s shoulder and tracing the contours of her neck, offing her low affectionate whickers in an attempt to comfort her that way. After a moment, Kaloni pulls away from him and starts a steady pace towards the woods which loom several meters inland. The Friesian hesitates briefly, before steeling his nerves and marching forwards and settling himself roughly beside the mare. His is conscious of her burdened form as they manoeuvre between the timbers, hanging back if a space became too narrow or the path too unsteady for them to remain side-by-side. As continuous exchange of touches and nuzzles are shared as the contrasting pair make their way deeper into the Quarry; nothing would completely stanch the stallion’s nerves or anxiety, though he did his best to keep them in check – for Kaloni’s sake.
It isn’t long before the Arabian decides upon a clearing to settle in; Vitez lingers at the treeline as the pale maiden strides forwards, uncertain as to whether or not the mare wanted him to wait outside, or join her within the privacy supplied by the clearing. Ebony lobes flick forward and back, betraying his uncertainty even as he subconsciously scoured their surroundings for any potential threats. The Quarry was rumoured to be a haven free from predators – hence why mares came here to deliver their foals – but it didn’t hurt to be cautious. Vitez simply watches as the mare settles herself in the centre of the clearing, her swollen figure becoming even more evident now and sparking a sudden burst of excitement. All being well, it wouldn’t be long before they had their foal. The Friesian steadily makes his way forward, head lowered and whickers rolling from his chords as he nuzzled the maiden lovingly. He isn’t sure if he’s meant to settle down alongside her, or to remain standing close-by or even if he was meant to leave the clearing altogether – but he figured that Kaloni would say correct him if he did something wrong. “How are you feeling?” It was a silly question really, he could see that she had been uncomfortable during the journey here and knew that it was likely to get worse … His muzzle was touched gently to the maiden’s muzzle, then forehead before his eyes strayed to her barrel once more, the butterflies in his own stomach starting to whirl around once again.
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Apr 30 2013, 03:09 PM
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"and the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to b l o s s o m." A soft smile dances across Kaloni’s fatigued features as she looks fondly upon the black stallion, his muscular dark figure melting in with the shadows as he lingers at the tree line, hesitation plainly lining what parts of his face Prime’s luminous light touches. She can make a good guess at what thoughts are running through his mind as the indecision characterizes his handsome expression. The white mare offers a quiet whicker to encourage him closer, in hopes that he doesn’t feel too awkward in their current situation. Her concerns are appeased as Vitez approaches, returning her affection as he whickers and nuzzles her gently, widening the Arabian’s grin as she absorbs his attention like a parched plant to water. She knows that he probably wouldn’t enjoy being at her side when the actual birth takes place, as it is a rather gruesome process, but she takes pleasure in his company at the moment, unwilling to allow him to leave her side just yet.
A single fluted ear rotates in Vitez’s direction as he speaks, and her sides heave as a sound exhale is released through her flared nostrils in a silent version of a chuckle, her velvet lips pulling crookedly into a lighthearted smirk. There are many ways that the Arabian can go about to answer his simple question; that she is uncomfortable, she can’t quite catch her breath, her heart rate is elevated—though that can’t solely be contributed to her pregnancy with the handsome stallion at her side—that she is anxious and images of the past haunt her…but she doesn’t speak any of these things as she notes the way his eyes trail to her enlarged middle, and the excitement that brings life into the worry that darkens his eyes. A quiet whicker vibrates at the back of her throat as she feels the Friesian’s touch against her brow, and she leans into him to nuzzle the curve of his cheek before pulling back to meet his brown gaze.
Allowing her expression to soften into one of weary happiness, Kaloni seeks to at least ease some of the fears that are sure to be troubling the stallion. “I’m alright, Vitez—it’s not too bad yet,” a smile shadows her pale lips, the long strands of her tail whipping against her middle as the soreness grows steadily stronger, the dull pounding of her middle now growing to pulse into a tougher throb. It is not quite pain yet, but it makes the Arabian feel tight and uncomfortable, and so she shifts her weight, attempting to ease the pressure.
Turning her attention back to the Friesian, the white mare reaches for him with her muzzle, touching the slope of his strong shoulder in a tender caress. “Thank you for accompanying me,” her voice is hardly above a murmur, but her tone portrays the true appreciation that she feels at his presence with her now. Kaloni does not doubt her ability to be able to give birth had she been alone—it is natural instinct, and she has done it once before—but there is no denying the sure relief that his company brings, quieting the constant fears that whisper terrible dangers to her mind. This courageous step that Vitez has taken with her—for the Arabian does consider it a rather brave feat for a stallion to wander into a matriarchal territory, not to mention the fact of being present at birth—and she hopes that he understands at least a fraction of what it means to her.
The pair stands side-by-side for several moments, the distinction in their contrasting coats highlighted as Prime rises in her gradual manner, the warm fingers of her luminous rays casting more light for the world. Kaloni doesn’t try to make conversation, as the discomfort grows with every passing minute until it causes her white skin to shed a light sheet of sweat, her nostrils curling as her breaths grow heavier, and her blinks become longer as she concentrates on controlling her body. Eventually a sharp inhale is taken as the first intense contraction sears through her abdomen; it is not long, and is not followed by another, but the Arabian finds the discomfort on the verge of pain now. Whickering hoarsely to the stallion, she presses her muzzle against his, as if she could draw strength from his very touch, before she pulls away and begins a steady pacing.
Kaloni’s circle is at first limited to a small area at her side of the clearing, but ultimately it broadens to encompass the whole edge of the clearing, her heavy breathing a cadenced rhythm in the stillness of the beautiful morning. Her pale brow is furrowed as the white mare seems to concentrate, and a constant pattern of whickers and caresses are given to Vitez—both for his benefit and her own. Suddenly, after a sort while, a sharp contraction restricts her movement and forces her to a halt, causing her eyes to squint and ears to rotate back as she withstands the pain. At last, she recognizes the time is almost at hand. Inhaling a deep breath, Kaloni turns to Vitez, nuzzling his cheek before looking at him. “Unless you feel comfortable, love, I think it better that you leave now,” she manages a strained, soft smile through the pain, hopefully letting him know that she will be fine with either decision he chooses; he is here with her at all, that is enough for Kaloni.
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May 7 2013, 03:49 PM
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He could tell that she was tense, he could see it in her stance and expression – obviously the discomfort was getting worse, which worried the stallion. Vitez knew very little about foaling; mares generally didn’t talk about it and no-one have ever asked him to attend before … but he knew that mares usually returned from the Quarry sore and exhausted. It was impossible for him to imagine just how much discomfort Kaloni would have to endure to bring this foal into the world. A low rumble rolls from his chords as he cautiously draws himself closer to the alabaster mare, his muzzle carefully tracing the contours of her shoulder before reaching toward her withers and gently grooming her there, intending to comfort the maiden. He was conscious of her continued discomfort, his lobes flicking round periodically to check that she was still happy with the contact.
Vitez stops once the fine layer of perspiration covering her pelt becomes apparent; its obvious to him that her distress is growing as time passes – the last thing he wanted to do was add to it. His muzzle affectionately trails a short way along her back, being careful to avoid her distended middle, before drawing away and simply resigning himself to standing at the mare’s side. It doesn’t take much observation to notice Kaloni’s breaths becoming heavier or how distracted she was, apparently turning her concentration to managing the pain. Lobes suddenly prick forwards as the Arab inhales sharply, taking a small step forwards Vitez tries to comfort his burdened mate. It takes several seconds before the maiden is able to acknowledge his concern, offering a hoarse whicker before pressing her muzzle up against his. The stallion wanted to be able to help Kaloni somehow – to share the pain, find a way to make the ordeal pass quicker or ensure, without a doubt, that both mare and foal would be alright. They both knew that there was a risk of the child would be a stillborn … but it was a risk they’d have to endure.
Ebony strands flick around his haunches as the Arabian starts to pace the clearing and Vitez doesn’t hesitate to follow. He’d linger close to the maiden’s side for as long as she would allow him, but for the next couple of minutes she seemed content to have him at her side. Vitez does his best not to break the mare’s concentration but is more than happy to offer her loving touches and low whickers of comfort whenever the Arabian needed them. Her sudden halt takes the stallion by surprise; he stopped to moment he realised and turned back towards Kaloni, his muzzle offered out to her though he didn’t dare to touch the alabaster mare in the midst of a contraction. It took a few moments, but she eventually relaxed slightly before reaching out to touch his cheek. Ebony lobes swivel forwards as she speaks, giving him the opportunity to leave before her discomfort got any worse. His gaze flicks away from the mare’s ice-blue eyes for a moment, before he recaptures her gaze; if Kaloni could find the courage to bear another foal after all she’d been through, then surely he could be brave enough to be at her side to support her. “I’s like to be here for you -help you in some way if I can… But I’ll wait outside if you prefer.” His tones are low, his muzzle gently tracing the underside of her jaw as he does his best to offer her a reassuring smile.
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May 14 2013, 02:54 PM
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"and the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to b l o s s o m." Kaloni’s ice-blue eyes are fixed on the Friesian’s handsome features as she waits for his response, nostrils flaring and swollen sides heaving as her body is gently rocked with her heavy breathes; she is currently freed from a contraction, and she takes advantage of the reprieve to attempt to compose herself, but the white mare knows that it is only for a short time until the pain will rise. Thankfully, it doesn’t take Vitez long to make up his mind, and fluted ears rotate forward to catch the calm firmness of his deep voice. A fleeting smile graces the Arabian’s velvet lips, her eyes closing momentarily as the stallion’s soothing touch runs along her jaw line—how fortunate she is! Her dainty head is extended as her muzzle reaches to brush softly against the stallion’s strong shoulder and up the curve of his neck to his cheek, a hushed whicker whispering at the back of her throat; this is all the affection that Kaloni can dare manage at this point, but she strives to portray her vast gratitude in her simple caress and adoring gaze. “Thank you, Vitez—I can use the support,” she presses her muzzle firmly against him in a final embrace, nuzzling his dark skin as she draws away.
As the discomfort continues to grow, the Arabian resumes the pacing that she had taken to previously, though her movements are more rigid and her breathing becomes more labored, her long tail flicking sharply through the air in an agitated fashion. This time Kaloni reaches for the black stallion as she moves, seeking comfort in his presence and admiring his courage. Surely this can’t be an easy situation for him, as she can imagine the nerves that are racking him inside, and yet he seems to hold such a quiet demeanor that only shows the concern he has for her. The white mare finds that Vitez’s presence is like a medicine for her, and with every passing moment, she is more appreciative that he has willingly chosen to remain at her side.
With every contraction that follows—and as the short reprieve that she is given between each quickly shrivels to only seconds—Kaloni comes to the conclusion that she could only hold her own in this painful ordeal with the Friesian at her side. She finds him close as she halts with every rising agony that seizes her, and her eyes that close with the throbbing pain opening to find the beautiful image of his brown eyes focusing on her. It is all she needs.
It isn’t long before the white Arabian finds that she must lie down, as the momentous point in time is at last close at hand. She reaches first for Vitez, offering a throaty whicker that scratches against her vocal chords, before she turns to return to the middle of the small clearing to give herself adequate room. Hesitating for only a moment, Kaloni lowers herself slowly to the ground, her actions stiff with the pain and the weight of her swollen abdomen, and it isn’t a graceful motion as she finally settles herself among the soft blades of grass. As the contractions rise, the fears that have thus far been subsided suddenly mount to consume her. Her pale eyes widening and heart rate elevating, Kaloni searches to look up to the Friesian. “Vitez—what if something goes wrong—what if it’s me? What if—” she can’t bear to say the dreadful words, but she isn’t allowed to as another contraction silences her in a quick intake of breath. Sweat glistens off of her white hide, and her body rocks gently as she breathes heavily, her lovely features twisting into an expression devoured by pain and terror. Kaloni doesn’t know what she would do or think of herself if something were to happen to this foal. The unexplainable grief and indescribable misery that she has once felt is still excruciatingly clear in her memory, something that only a hopeful, failing mother could feel.
Her eyes close, and she finds that her horrifying worries haunt her in the darkness, but they are soon, gradually, reassured. If ever there is a perfect, undying love, Kaloni knows that she has found it with Vitez—how could she ever love another individual even remotely close to what she feels for him? Only through him could her fears be abated into the peaceful, albeit shaking, calmness that soothes her anxiety and drives away the sickening possibilities that disturbed her. Allowing a tender whicker to escape her lips, Kaloni lowers her head to rest on the ground, and gives into the contractions that now mount to a single, continuous throbbing. Instincts take over as the Arabian is engrossed in a process that she had experienced many years earlier, and the only thoughts she can manage are her lover and their approaching foal. At length, Kaloni feels the sharp aches rise to their peak, clutching her muscles before the distinct sensation of something sliding free releases the pain, and she is allowed to relax. She lies still for a few breathes, taking a moment to gather herself together before she turns to lift the front part of her body, her pale eyes searching eagerly for their foal.
What she sees steals her breath and causes an adoring, tender grin to soften her fatigued features. Large dark eyes stare back at her in the midst of the moist pale mess, and Kaloni nuzzles the newborn lovingly before heaving herself to her feet, a quiet grunt escaping her before she turns to proceed to clean the pale foal and warm the circulation through its small body. The newborn is already struggling to free itself from the sack that had encased it, its gangly forelegs thrusting forward in an attempt to propel itself into a standing position. The white mare offers a series of doting whickers and tender nuzzles to encourage her child, her grin widening as the pale newborn at last heaves itself upward, balancing unsteadily. Gently directing the foal to its first meal, Kaloni runs her muzzle warmly along its spine, offering a hushed whicker before finally shifting her attention to Vitez. “A healthy colt,” her features glow with a blissful sort of elation, as if she can hardly believe what is happening, what joy she has been blessed with.
Kaloni extends her muzzle to touch the stallion’s, her eyes closing in a long blink as she rests her sore muscles, but the fading pain is forgotten as adoration consumes every part and crevice of her being. Words could hardly express the gratitude and admiration that she has for the handsome Friesian, and she couldn’t imagine giving herself completely to any other stallion alive like she would for Vitez. “We did it, love,” her voice is hardly above a whisper though her tone can barely contain the excitement and happiness that shines within her.
Drawing away from Vitez and glancing into his beautiful brown eyes, the white Arabian directs her attention back to their son, who has now found himself satisfied with his stomach full as he backs away and wanders to his mother’s shoulder. Releasing an adoring whicker as she touches the colt’s starred brow, Kaloni finds herself overwhelmed by the mothering love that she has waited for a long time to feel. She has just met her pale son, and yet he has already stolen her heart, claiming what is left from the Friesian’s grasp, overpowering her with a pure, protective love that brings a tender smile to her lips and a warm light to her ice-blue eyes. At last, there is something to rival her adoration for Vitez. Impossible. Both affections are very different and hold contrasting meanings, but both are so powerful as to consume her very being—and the white mare can’t hope to have it any other way. She smiles, nuzzling the colt’s small rump as he ventures cautiously forward, his ears pricking in interest and large dark eyes shining as he examines the massive black stallion in front of him. Kaloni offers her encouragement, taking in the perfect picture before she turn to Vitez, unable to control the blissful grin that curls her lips. “What should we name him?”
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He tried his best to offer her a kind smile, but his concern for the mare made it falter – turning the expression into little more than a twitch of his lips. After such a failing, he tries to convey his love and willingness to support her though his touches. Gentle and caring, yet considerate – his muzzle hovering a few inches away from her form when she appeared preoccupied or when she was in the midst of a contraction. Vitez wasn’t sure if his perception of time had been skewed by the situation he found himself in, but the mare’s contractions seemed to be becoming more frequent and lasted longer. Ebony lobes flicked back an fourth, his dark strands occasionally brushing around his hocks in a display of his nervousness, though he did his best not to betray it to Kaloni. She was preoccupied as it was with the birth of the foal and could certainly do without having to worry about his anxiety on top of that.
Diligently, Vitez follows the alabaster mare around the clearing, pausing when she does and offering touches of comfort whenever she was willing to accept them. Some part of him wants to regret ever agreeing to sire this maiden a foal – he loved her dearly and seeing her in such pain and discomfort tore into him, his conscience chiding him for playing a part in bringing about the agony that she was having to endure. Reason told him that Kaloni was a grown mare, and had foaled once before – she would have been aware of what having a child would involve … that just didn’t make it any easier on the maiden or for Vitez to witness.
A concerned whicker leaves his chords as the Arabian reaches towards him before moving to the centre of the clearing and lowering her swollen form to the ground. Vitez was left standing alone at the treeline for a few moments … he wasn’t certain if he ought to remain where he was, effectively taking up a defensive position and ensuring that Kaloni would be safe while she was so vulnerable. Or should he hover close-by, awkwardly hovering over her but ready to provide her with touches of comfort. Throughout the gestation, the mare had possessed a vastly calm and contented demeanour … but looking at her now, Vitez could see it starting to crack. He moves forward, head lowered and whickers rolling from his chords. The Friesian closes the distance between them just as her resolve shatters, voicing the fears that both equines had harboured these last few months. Its agony to see the maiden this way, but Vitez comes to stand behind her, his muzzle pressed to the Arab’s cheek “Things are different this time … It’ll be ok … I won’t leave you.” He does his best to keep his tones soothing, forgetting his own panic to try and help Kaloni in this hour of need. As if to prove his loyalty, the stallion lowers his own form to the ground – far enough from the mare to allow her to move and get up if needed, but still within touching distance of his outstretched head and neck.
Ebony muzzle moves carefully along the mare’s crest, pushing her mane off her neck to allow the cool morning air to reach her saturated pelt and hopefully help her feel a little more comfortable. Given the amount of pain Kaloni was in, his actions probably made no difference … but he found it unbearable to simply sit there and witness her discomfort. He doesn’t dare to so much as glance at her swollen midsection – the source of Kaloni’s agony – and his focus remains solely on the mare, trying his best to mutter words that would be of some comfort to her. Suddenly she falls still, her head flopped on the ground in exhaustion, her breaths rapid and shallow, but her sudden stillness worries the male. His head and neck are stretched out across her as far as he can reach, his muzzle hovering just inches away from hers. “…Kaloni?” Barely a moment passes before the mare stirs again and Vitez hastily withdraws, moving out of the way as the Arab stirs and moves to stand once again. A brief grunt of confusion leaves the male as he quickly hauls himself onto his hooves, moving forward a step or two, shaking to remove the dust from his pelt before turning back to Kaloni. But its no longer just Kaloni.
What he sees makes his heart skip a beat and his mouth to turn dry – in all honesty, he had never truly expected to witness the scene that was now playing out before him. His beautiful mate, standing over a brand-new and alive foal. It wasn’t hard to see the child struggling, even with the short distance between them and tears threatening to spill from the male’s eyes. He hastily rubs them against a foreleg, not willing to miss a moment of this initial interaction. The stallion stays silent, not wanting to disturb them as the foal continues to struggle and Kaloni displays all the patience love and encouragement that any good mother would show their child. As the foal finally finds it feet, Vitez has to restrain himself from taking a step forwards – this was Kaloni’s moment, after all. He considers slipping out of the clearing briefly, allowing the mare and newborn the time and space they needed to bond. Heaven knows that Kaloni had waited long enough for this moment – he didn’t want to risk being the one to spoil it for her.
A voice draws the stallion away from his thoughts, his focus turning to the Arabian once again as the child reached under her barrel to feed. It takes a moment for him to process the words that leave her jaws - ’A healthy colt.’ – but he has to restrain himself from springing forward out of elation. Vitez adored his daughters, but colts would always hold a special place with their sires – they would be the ones to continue their father’s bloodline, just as Vitez was securing Lyre’s. Until moments ago, Alek has been the stallion’s only son, but despite being of-age, the buckskin had shown no sign or desire to be a herd stallion or do anything more than simply explore and experience the world for himself. Vitez wouldn’t dream of forcing his own son to follow a path chosen for him … but at the same time, the Friesian knew that he wasn’t getting any younger.
The distance is closed with a quick couple of strides, the stallion carefully wrapping his neck around hers, though he doesn’t rest across her withers, conscious of her exhaustion. He then withdraws, letting his muzzle find hers as a tear of sheer joy trails down his face. He eventually finds his voice, though it is quiet and husky as he speaks, “You did it, Kaloni.” She had been the once to carry this colt from conception, kept him safe and let him grow strong and healthy before finally giving birth. Vitez’s role was dwarfed by comparison. ”I love you.” The statement came naturally to him, emotions and his pure love for the mare he stood with spurring him on to once again declare his feelings for this elegant maiden.
Hazel eyes turn towards the colt as Kaloni starts to withdraw; he seems to be the perfect culmination of the two equines, wearing their both of their contrasting colours. Vitez’s heart melts at the sight of him … never had he been allowed to share in these precious initial moments before – usually getting to meet his children once they were a few days old, if not older. A loving smile splits the stallion’s features, his muzzle lowered slightly as the colt starts to turn his attention to the ebony male. Afraid of unintentionally harming the frail youngster, Vitez remains as still as he can, though his lobes flick towards Kaloni once more. Names? He’d never been allowed to have a say in naming a foal before … that didn’t mean to say he’d never leant any thought to it though. “I …” The colt edges a little closer, though father and son have yet to make contact. Ebony muzzle is lowered a little further and is touched –very gently- to the child’s cheek. The stallion’s held breath leaves him in a loving whicker before he moves to touch the newborn’s shoulder, since he seemed less likely to do the colt any unintentional damage. “I don’t know how you feel about it. But if you wanted to … we could name him after Morsir.” His hazel eyes had flicked back to catch the mare’s ice-blue gaze; he meant well and knew that naming their son after Kaloni’s lost brother may well invoke painful memories for her, rather than simply honour the only member of her family that the Arabian had been able to rely upon.
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"and the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to b l o s s o m." With the handsome Friesian devotedly at her side, and with the successful birth of a healthy son, Kaloni can hardly control herself as she is caught up in the moment. Her heart almost seems to ache in her chest, but it is so unlike the many heartbreaks that have also caused such a sensation—this moment is so unbelievably different, one that she has waited to come to her for a very long time. For the first time in her life, the Arabian feels as though she might burst with the love, adoration, happiness, and every explanation of this wonderful feeling that resonates through her entire being; her heart feels heavy with the immense delight, but it also lifts her up and causes her weary features to rise in what could only be heavenly joy. This boundless elation causes a grin to lighten the corners of her velvet lips, and a glow to brighten her ice-blue eyes as she her attention focuses on Vitez, watching him as he becomes acquainted with their beautiful son.
There had never been a doubt in the Arabian’s mind that the black stallion would be an amazing father. She had been able to observe him interacting with his previous foals as they have come home to Elk’s Stream, and had noticed the obvious admiration and tenderness that had pervaded from him with each introduction of his children. For a long while Kaloni had desperately, and—honestly—jealously, yearned for her time to come, to be able to see him react to something so incredibly miraculous that she has given him herself, and her heart grows sorely soft as she watches her dream unfold into reality before her. The white mare is sure that her expression almost mirrors Vitez’s, as love emanates from every line of his face and shines in the depths of his brown eyes, the warm affection emphasized by the tender smile that breaks across his dark lips. His movements are measured as he lowers his muzzle to tenderly touch the colt’s cheek, a paternal bond obviously taking root between the two as the Friesian moves to further embrace their son, a doting whicker emanating from his throat.
Kaloni couldn’t be happier, and the ecstasy that glows within her shows in the tenderness of her expression and the softness that defines her warm smile. One tulip-shaped ear rotates towards Vitez as he begins to speak, and with the words that follow, she is—yet again, as she’s sure she’ll always be—reminded of why and how much she is in love with the black stallion. The proposal of christening their son with her brother’s name might have very well summoned excruciating memories that could rise up and consume every shred of happiness that labels this beautiful moment. However, with the comfort and sheer joy that Vitez has been able to provide her, the Arabian finds herself at peace. It is a foreign sensation, as the haunting recollections have disturbed her for many painful years, but at last she is able to find herself free of the past, and as her gaze shifts to the buckskin colt, she is finally given the ability to look eagerly to the future—without a cringe of fear or apprehension.
It is a blessing that she had all but given up hope for finding.
The white mare lowers her delicate head to briefly nuzzle the crest of the colt’s neck, her pale lips fondly nipping the dark tendrils of his downy mane before she directs her attention back to Vitez, her head rising as her blissful smile widens. “Have I ever told you how irrevocably and hopelessly in love I am with you?” her voice is rather soft, and the playful edge does not hinder the utter adoration that laces her feminine tones. Allowing an airy chuckle to vibrate gently against her vocal chords, Kaloni extends her muzzle to first brush against the curve of the Friesian’s jaw line, though her touch soon trails down his muscled neck as she pulls herself closer to him, tucking her dainty head beneath his as she cuddles warmly against his broad chest. “I think Morsir is the perfect name,” the Arabian’s ice-blue eyes turn to look lovingly upon the pale colt, a moment passing before she reaches forward to nuzzle his cheek, an adoring whicker escaping her in between doting caresses.
With his own whickers vibrating at the back of his throat, the buckskin colt tolerates his mother’s tender affection for a few minutes before he takes a step forward, shaking his head before his large dark eyes travel upward to explore the black stallion. For now, his parents are enough to capture his attention, and his smoky nostrils curl as he slowly reaches out to touch Vitez’s shoulder, imitating the actions that the Friesian had given to him moments before. Kaloni smiles, running her muzzle gently along her son’s spine. “You have a lot to live up to, Morsir,” she pulls away to look into the colt’s liquid brown gaze, “but if you’re anything like your father—and your uncle, for that matter—you will surely be a great and noble stallion,” a smile hovers over her lips as she speaks, and her voice is quiet, as though it is a secret to be shared between the two of them. Nuzzling his starred brow, Kaloni raises her head to press against Vitez in a brief embrace, hoping that her warmth is enough to portray even a fraction of the gratitude and love that she feels for him.
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Jun 30 2013, 04:56 PM
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Any essence of fear, worry, stress or anxiety had completely evaporated, though the stallion was still filled with emotion. Anxiety had been replaced with pride – both for the mare who had been through so much to get to this moment, and for the son that she had borne and love so intense that the stallion thought his heart might burst. Kaloni’s words struck him dumb; there was no verbal response that would do his feelings any justice. The ebony male sets his dark muzzle against the mares, low rumbles rolling from his chords in an attempt to try – somehow- to express just what he felt in that moment.
The Arabian seems to understand, moving closer and tucking her head under his while they both admire the colt that they had created together. Being at the birth had been a privilege, though it was not one that Vitez expected to granted with each foal he sired. Now, more than ever, he understood why the vast majority of mares wanted to give birth alone. And having seen the pain that Kaloni had gone through, he admired her – and the rest of his herd mares - all the more. The Friesian lifts his head as the alabaster maiden pulls away to share a private moment with the son that she’d waited so long for. A thought flickers through his head as the stallion watches mother and son interact – but he subdues it, for now.
Declaring a newborn his heir wouldn’t be fair; many stallions simply took their first-born sons to be the inheritors of their homelands, which would be Alek in Vitez’s case, but the young buckskin had shown no desire to settle and take on a herd, let alone be burdened with the responsibility of doing so in his father’s name. The Friesian wasn’t disappointed by Alek’s spirit – if anything he was proud of it. Despite his tender years, the buckskin wasn’t driven by power or greed and knew his own mind; he wasn’t ready for the responsibility and may never want it. Vitez would never force it upon his first-born, and he certainly would do that to Morsir either.
A contented sigh ripples the stallion’s nostrils as he embraces Kaloni once more. He is more than happy to just remain here, with his mate and their new son for several minutes, simply enjoying their company. Even the desire to show his dam her newest grandchild wasn’t enough to spur the stallion to bring this moment to an end. Eventually, though, the Friesian pulls away, his soft hazel eyes catching the mare’s icey-blue gaze once again. Now that the adrenalin has started to ebb, he can see just how exhausted the maiden is. Muzzle is pushed forward, gently nuzzling the alabaster mare’s cheek as hints of concern start to creep back into his features. The last thing he wants is for Kaloni to become ill from the exhaustion, or to think that she had to be strong just because he was there. “Did you want to stay here for the night?” Vitez had no intension of dictating anything to the Arabian, and was more than happy to follow her lead, but he couldn’t see Kaloni being able to travel home until she had rested.
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"and the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to b l o s s o m." The white Arabian leans into the stallion as she feels his embrace, her eyes closing briefly and muscles relaxing as she presses her head against his broad neck. Kaloni is at peace here, with her handsome lover and their beautiful son. More than anything, she relishes in the knowledge that they are alone together, completely sharing this glorious moment as a family and basking in the affection that they all harbor for each other. It tempts her, persuading her towards the idea of never leaving this safe haven and spending the rest of her life with the individuals that she holds most dear. But she knows that it is only a fantasy, and will never voice this appealing design. Elk’s Stream is her home now, and Kaloni knows that she would miss the mountainous forests and clear springs dearly. She is also fully aware of the caliber of responsibility that Vitez holds for himself, and she is sure that spending any length of time from his herd would be painful.
A soundless sigh curls her pale nostrils as Kaloni presses herself closer to the Friesian, soaking in as much of him as she can with the precious time that she is given. Opening her eyes, her attention immediately seeks out Morsir, who is now—after having been acquainted with his father—is beginning to explore his surroundings. His large dark eyes are luminous as his curiosity leads him to discover the unfamiliar world that he has been introduced to, downy tail wagging softly and pointed ears rotating in interest. The white Arabian keeps a close watch on him, prepared to come to his aid if need be, but she allows him to satisfy his young and innocent curiosity.
The mare’s pretty features are relaxed into a serene bliss, the ecstasy that had characterized her expression before now brought to a peaceful contentment by the dull exhaustion that aches in her muscles. However, her eyes widen and her tulip-shaped ears rotate as she feels Vitez begin to pull away. Ice-blue eyes glance to him, a hushed whicker rumbling in the back of her throat as she looks up to meet his beautiful brown eyes. Kaloni can see the subtle anxiety that is beginning to trickle back into his expression, and her heart is warmed by his undying concern for her; she knows that she will never regret choosing the black stallion as her mate and devoted protector, he has proven his dedication and affection countless times over again.
Kaloni extends her dainty head in response to Vitez, her pale muzzle touching his as he offers it to her. She seeks to console his worries, but she is unable to as he continues to nuzzle her cheek, his tone of voice an embodiment of his tender concern as he inquires of their situation that night. A soft smile curls the Arabian’s velvet lips as she pulls back to look at the Friesian directly, a breath of silence passing between them as she basks in his wonderful attention. “Yes, I think that would be best—for both Morsir and I,” she is deeply grateful for his offer, as she had doubted that she would be able to make the long journey back to Elk’s Stream without a proper rest to recuperate, and she is sure that it is wise for Morsir to become more comfortable with his gangly legs before she asks him to trek across continents. Her tender smile broadening, Kaloni presses her muzzle briefly against the stallion’s before her attention shifts to the pale colt, a loving whicker given to catch his attention.
“Come now, little one,” the newborn colt glances over his shoulder at his mother, a throaty whinny released before he turns and trots to her side. Kaloni lowers her head as Morsir comes closer, her muzzle running the length of his spine in a fond, motherly touch and directs him to settle at her shoulder. Shaking his small head, the colt folds his long legs and rests himself at his mother’s hooves, his body heaving as he releases a sound sigh before closing his eyes. The white Arabian watches dotingly, hovering to breathe lovingly against his feathery mane, “Sleep well, my son. I love you.” Assured that Morsir is comfortable, the mare raises her head to turn to Vitez, her weary features softening into an affectionate smile, a whicker rumbling as she nuzzles the length of his jaw line. “He is perfect, Vitez, thank you,” she closes her eyes in a long blink as she leans her head against him for a few moments before drawing back again to look at him.
“I love you,” Kaloni speaks with tender conviction, every word resonating with truth throughout her body. Beyond any doubt, she could never imagine her life without him now. She allows a few breaths to pass—savoring every line of his handsome features—before she shifts her position, her slender hip dipping sharply to one side as she rests a hind hoof, ice-blue eyes closing and head lowering to level with her shoulders. At last, the Arabian is able to allow her fatigued body to fully relax as she succumbs to sleep’s warm embrace, her body pressed lovingly against the stallion’s as she drifts into blissful unconsciousness.
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A smile pulls at the corners of the stallion’s mouth as Kaloni answers. He manages to steal one more nuzzle from the alabaster mare before she turns to the colt, summoning him with just a couple of soft words. The Friesian watches with pride as the elegant mare gently caresses their newborn, her maternal instincts practically shining now that she finally had a foal to dote upon. Vitez had never doubted that the Arabian would make a good mother … it was always just a question of timing and whether or not she would ever be comfortable enough to try again after her ordeal with Derrick. Thoughts are pulled away from the torments of his mate’s past; things were different now, and all that was history. And Vitez would do everything in his power to ensure that no ill fate ever befell Kaloni or the other mares that called Elk’s Stream ‘home’.
Quiet rumbles roll from the stallion’s vocal chords as Morsir settles at their hooves, the Friesian lowering his head and delicately brushing his muzzle against the newborn’s shoulder as he fell into a peaceful sleep. Nostrils flare silently as the stallion releases a contented sigh while turning his attention back to Kaloni. Lids close over his dark eyes as the two equines embrace again, still revelling in the relief and joy that had come with the safe arrival of their first foal together. “He is perfect. I couldn’t have wished for anything more, Kaloni.” He knew how far the mare had come just to entrust him with the tale of her past – getting to this point had been beyond the stallion’s wildest dreams.
Vitez shifts his position slightly, distributing his weight evenly over each of his four limbs as Kaloni rested against him. Her exhaustion was understandable; even Vitez could feel the pull of fatigue from the day’s events, but he wouldn’t succumb to it yet. The stallion could rest when they were back home, where numerous pairs of eyes and ears meant that the risk of any sort of attack was greatly reduced. Tonight he would stand watch, proudly, over his newest son and the alabaster mare at his side. Hazel eyes rise to the heavens, taking a moment to gaze at the night sky.
Hundreds of stars twinkled silently across the heavens, piercing the night with tiny pinpricks of light. No equine could ever know just what the stars were, though some believed them to be the souls of horses who had taken their final journey, and now looked down upon Kormada, keeping watch over the lands once darkness had fallen. Whatever the distant lights were, Vitez found them a comfort and their beauty inspiring. So many devastating events had befallen the planet over the years, but there was still beauty left in their world. With stars littering the sky, a beautiful mare at his side, a newborn colt at his hooves and a loving herd waiting for them back home – Vitez knew that he was as luck as any mortal could ever hope to be. And he vowed, in that moment, to never take any of them for granted.
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