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and the clock struck t w e l v e !; aeon&aderyn
Topic Started: May 2 2013, 12:18 PM (238 Views)
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"she's glad for one day of comfort,
only because she has suffered."


Aeon had been beginning to think that she’d never be here.

Slender legs carry the red mare into the Quarry in a measured rhythm, the flaxen locks of her tail swaying against her hocks as her brown eyes wearily search the terrain. The verdant land rises and falls in a series of gradual hills, contributing to the illusion of an emerald sea that the dancing grass gives to the eye, a cool breeze of autumn whispering over the roiling ground to caress her enlarged figure. The Anglo Arabian’s hips protrude as she walks, signaling of the birth that is soon at hand. Pain throbs through her abdomen, creating a constant flux of mounting and diminishing waves of distress, at times causing her to inhale sharply as her step falters. Perhaps Aeon had waited longer than she should have to make the journey to the Quarry, but not having had a mother or any maternal influence since she was a weanling, the maiden knew very little about this entire process. Was it supposed to be so painful?

Nonetheless, despite the agony that distorts her pretty features, Aeon can feel the excitement that bubbles inside of her chest and keeps her moving forward. After a long wait, after fourteen long years of living alone, she will have a child—she’ll be a mother! The thought brings a shadowing smile that softens her pale lips. Her…lover, if that’s the loose term she could label him with, is an ethereal, mysterious creature; both of them withdrawn, both of them guarded, they intertwine with one another only in the darkest, unexpected nights. And now, at last, the pale stallion has given her another reason for life other than their intermittent, unpredictable, sensual encounters.

The memories of that beautiful night are shattered like mirroring glass and fall around her as another contraction of pain seizes the red maiden. She is frozen until it passes, her slender muscles rigid and eyes tightly closed, a lingering pain continuing to sear through her abdomen even as she struggles forward, searching. Aeon settles for a place that is almost entirely sided by hills, offering her some sort of privacy as she wanders, almost limping in a way, into the shade that the large mounds provide. Her red hide glistens with a light sheet of sweat as Prime’s light reaches for her, probing to illuminate the pretty features that are so distorted as she fights to control herself. The Anglo Arabian begins to pace, but she doesn’t complete her third circle before the pain rises to consume her again. Groans vibrating at the back of her throat, she eases herself to the ground as gently as she can, her pale nostrils curling as her heavy breathing racks her swollen body.

It isn’t long before the excruciating contractions blend in with one another, and instinct takes over as Aeon eventually feels something slide from her body. She cannot hold back the shrill scream that claws from her throat with the pain that comes with the release, and the sensation that something is tearing inside of her flames through her entire body. The mare lies still for several moments, her sweat-drench sides heaving as she struggles to control her breathing. Finally, once the agony has subsided enough for her to think clearly, she attempts to stand, wincing as the pain stiffens her sore muscles, but it is nearly forgotten as she looks upon her child. The sabino filly has already torn the sack that had encased her, and her large brown eyes practically glowing as she takes in her new surroundings. Aeon’s weary features break into a tender smile as she releases a hoarse whicker, nuzzling the filly’s downy forelock before proceeding to clean the rest of her small, fragile figure.

The new mother watches as the buckskin-colored filly thrusts out her thin, gangly legs, her entire body shaking as she struggles to raise herself into a standing position. Aeon’s brow furrows as her daughter fails for the umpteenth time—surely this can’t be normal. Offering a whicker of concern and ignoring the pain that still burns inside of her, the red mare reaches down to the filly, aiding her to her feet by weaving her head under her stomach and lifting her up. Aeon couldn’t let her go, but eventually with the aid of her mother, the sabino filly is able to take her first meal. Lying down to rest, the newborn leans against Aeon’s legs. The Anglo Arabian looks down at her daughter, the wonder and love dominating the pain that lines her fatigued features. Hopefully her daughter will regain some strength soon, but the pair is in no hurry to depart; they have no where to go. For now, they are simply content in each other’s company. Smiling gently, Aeon nuzzles the filly’s slumbering brow, her whispering, detached voice a soothing lullaby.

“Sleep well, my darling Aderyn.”

SHE LIVES IN A FAIRY TALE
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