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| ``pushing on, i can't escape; Sonnet [father invited]; Anziyan later on | |||||
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| ƒierce | May 27 2013, 01:08 AM Post #1 | ||||
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The mare climber the shore of the Quarry with her head slung low, hair and body alike dripping with the excess water. She could believe her mother had made that journey willingly. The tobiano raised her blazed face and looked to her mate, Numair. Her eyes darkened before turning to face forward. She was only even bearing this child for the red bay because he promised her the lead position in return. A child in exchange for power. It seemed like she was the one who one in this situation. She would raise this foal; it wasn't like she would just ignore it since she had other responsibilities. No. This foal that she would give birth to would be the makings of the future. Her saving grace should all else fail. Molding this son of Morte into the supreme Dark he could be was going to be hard work. Nothing was guaranteed. The mare walks slowly up the wet sand, swollen barrel making the task considerably harder. The white length of her tail flicks anxiously against her sides, skin twitching at the contact. "Numair." The tones of the palomino tobiano were even, not yet strained by the continuous pains of birth that would be upon her in hours. She was calling the red stallion to her side to set him out on his task, the one she had yet to reveal. He had agreed to accept it without knowing what she had planned. This would gear the male toward proving that he was a Dark worthy of her. Worthy of her loyalty and the fruits that she could offer from her womb and advice. The tobiano waits patiently, jet set tightly, molars gnashing together. |
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| Zephyr | May 28 2013, 08:27 PM Post #2 | ||||
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Numair met Sonnet's eyes as he followed her onto the shores of the quarry. His thick winter coat dripped with the excess water, but the foaling quarry was still relatively warm. Plans had changed. Numair was now temporarily a beta, and he was going to be a father. It was all very new to the dark stallion. This son of morte was about to be molded into a contender for the dark throne, no less than he should be. He saw her eyes darken before she turned away, and he moved a little quicker to stand beside her swollen form. His eyes drifted to her swollen barrel, knowing that it wouldnt be long before she would be going into labor. His head jerked when she said his name, and his brown eyes met hers. "I'm sure you would rather set me to my task while you are set to yours. What is it you would have me do, Sonnet?" His tone was neutral as he spoke, waiting for her to give him some sort of direction. OOC: ik it sucks running late |
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| ƒierce | May 29 2013, 01:24 PM Post #3 | ||||
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The painted maiden was pleased that her mate arrived as quickly as he did to her side. She nodded her blazed face in response to his statement. Her tones were cool but filled with foreboding. "This will be a test; complete it, and you will have begun to prove yourself to be a Dark. Now.." -the mare turned her head in a random direction and motioned toward it- "Go in that direction. Sooner or later, you will find a mare who will have just given birth. Once the child is born, you will kill the mare and bring the child to me. That is your task." Sonnet lowers her head to rub her cheek against her white foreleg, seeking to scratch an itch. She did so to her fill and allowed Numair to process what his task was. Her dark eyes turn to the red bay, ears twisting toward him. "Remember, Numair, you agreed to this long before now. Go back on your word, and I will find someone worthy of my time." The mare winced and squeezed her eyes shut when a birthing pain washed over her. She groaned softly, ears glaring toward him. "Be on your way. Prove yourself to me." The tobiano heaves herself forward into a trot to find a place to give birth, leaving Numair behind to accomplish what she had given him to do. --------------- The gray mare climbed the shores of the Quarry with a faint smile on her face. How wonderful her life had been thus far. The pale strands of her mane and tail dripped with seawater as she pulled herself from the water. But everything had been worth it, even those years of traveling and her children drifting away from her. She hoped that none of them hated her; Anziyan's early years had been so confusing. They had been dark times for the mare. Giving birth to children, none of them ever staying with her much after their first birthday. She hoped she had not failed any of them. But the mare continues forward, eager to give birth to this child, most likely her last as she was getting up in years. The gray mare's eyes glowed, eager to be a new mother again. |
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| Zephyr | May 29 2013, 06:35 PM Post #4 | ||||
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Numair listened as sonnet's cool voice surrounded the air around him. He wasnt about to lose this mare, or his child, so he hung on every word, glad that she looked at least a little pleased with him. As he listened, his eyes rested on her pretty form, watching for any signs of discomfort. When it was obvious that a contraction was upon her, he fought his instinct to comfort the mare, knowing she didnt want his affection right now. He sighed for a moment then bobbed his head. "As you wish it, so it shall be done." Unable to resist, he extended his muzzle and let it brush against her distended barrel. When she was out of sight he narrowed his eyes and turned in the direction she had pointed. It didnt take him long before he saw an attractive mare climbing onto the shores of the quarry. She looked to be around ten years older than him, and it was more than obvious she was about to deliver a foal of her own. Sticking to the shadows, the blood bay stallion followed her. There was a certain coldness in his eyes, and no regret in his heart. This mare was going to die to lead the way into creating his own legacy. He was like a lion, stalking his prey. Soon there would be blood shed in this sacred place, a breach of nature. |
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| ƒierce | May 29 2013, 10:43 PM Post #5 | ||||
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The painted mare's golden ears flicked slightly when the stallion brushes his maw against her barrel. Sonnet fights the urge to touch her muzzle to his as she leaves. They would get nowhere if they dallied in emotions and trivial thoughts. The tobiano trots, stopping more and more as contractions bear down upon her. Sometimes one would make her cry out or make her knees begin to buckle. But the mare remained strong until she came into a meadow, untouched by Winter's grasp. Sonnet paces, unable to lay down yet. It wasn't time yet. Inwardly, she yearned for Numair's touch. For his voice in her ears. For the comfort he could offer. Her knees buckled as the palomino laid down as gently as she could. She groaned and then cried out. This child would have to be worth everything. --------------- The gray mare does not notice the red stallion that follows her. He was downwind, and she was far too caught up in finding a place to give birth. A smile was on her lips as she strode forward, going deeper into the island. A sigh parts her lips, and Anziyan goes into the woods, looking for a secluded area. A few minutes later, she finds one. A groan parts her maw, and the gray lays herself carefully on the ground. Contractions were already bearing down on her, almost knocking the breath out of her lungs. Anziyan remains oblivious to the stallion's presence, if he was even watching. |
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| Zephyr | May 29 2013, 11:31 PM Post #6 | ||||
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Inwardly, numair wished he had been able to stay by sonnet's side. It went against his instincts to leave her unprotected, but he refused to disappoint her. He watched the old grey mare intently as she found herself a secluded little grove before he saw the pain begin to bear down on her. He stood in the shadows, his eyes on his target, but his heart and his mind were on the painted mare bringing his child... No... Their child into the world. With an inaudible sigh he drove these feelings from himself and turned his full attention on the pale mare, patiently waiting for a time to strike. Ooc: wasnt really sure how to drag this out and typing on a phone Edited by Zephyr, May 29 2013, 11:32 PM.
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| ƒierce | Jun 1 2013, 10:13 AM Post #7 | ||||
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The lovely tobiano mare, after a long while of contractions, becomes nervous and gets up to pace. Her body was covered in a layer of thick sweat now, lacing her shoulders, neck, and abdomen. Another birthing pain squeezes her ribs together, and she struggles to catch her her breath once it passes. She hoped Numair would come soon. --------------- The gray mare pushes the child from her womb, relentlessly. She had had many children before; if anything, this birth would be the easiest. Anziyan groans and pushes, then repeats. Her ears flick back against her poll, dripping with sweat. Finally, her lips part in a sigh when her foal finally slips from her. The newborn thrashing against the sac it had been born in. Anziyan raises her head a bit to look at the child, a red filly, then lays her head back down to rest and catch her breath. Her eyes close, lips pulling into a smile. Completely oblivious to the rest of the world. |
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| Zephyr | Jun 2 2013, 02:30 PM Post #8 | ||||
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His every instinct is telling him to go back to her, to go back to sonnet. He switched his tail back and forth watching the pale mare, almost wanting to shout at her to hurry up so he could get back to his mare. He watched intentle, and breathed a sigh of relief. His eyes were glued to the pale mare and bright red filly until the mare rested her head on the ground and closed her eyes. He moved silently to where they lay, and by the time he would have been noticed it was too late. A pair of bay hooves came crashing down on the mare's skull. He was certain he had felt the bones give way under his feet, but then he couldnt be sure. But he was certain that the mare would never be getting up again. He took over her task and cleaned the little chestnut filly, who was quite beautiful. In truth, she could have passed for the bay's own child. He ushered the filly to stand, his touch gentle as he nudged her side. "Come along Phalaenopsis, it is time to go." He was anxious to get back to sonnet, in time for the arrival of his child. As he continued to watch the red filly, he smiled. He came to the quarry, knowing his mission wouldnt be pleasant, but the outcome wasnt so bad. He stepped away from the filly for a moment to wash the blood from his forelegs, chest and barrel so as not to frighten the child, then returned, consistently standing between her and the dead mare, anxious to get her out of the quarry and back to the outpost. Edited by Zephyr, Jun 2 2013, 05:14 PM.
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| ƒierce | Jun 2 2013, 11:45 PM Post #9 | ||||
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In the quiet that surrounded the gray mare, she could feel the air rush through her nostrils all the way to her lungs. It filled her up. The wind twisted strands of her forelock around and against her ears. How alive these sensation made her feel. And she was at peace with herself and the life she had made. Then it was all gone, instant black. And that was how it ended for Anziyan: quickly with no pain. She didn't want to leave her new baby, the fragile remnant of her life, but it had been her time. And she was at peace. --------------- The filly was cold, shivering against the chill of the wind, still struggling to get out of the sac that encased her. Then, a thing began to run over her skin, warming her up, cleaning her soft form. The red girl thrust her head up and forward out of the remains of the gel-like bag, moist velveteen nostrils quivering with all of sensations. She inhaled deeply and quickly, adrenaline still pumping from the excitement of getting out of her birth sac. The air ran through her nostrils and over her tongue, making her taste things. Things she didn't put in her mouth. These were scents, smells. The newborn swallows, which was something she didn't have to learn. The thing stopped moving along her skin, and she squeaked in response. She frantically throws her thin forelegs forward, tiny hooves thudding against the ground. Her ears, large her her head, flop and then twist forward. Her eyes are wide, the optics wide and colored in brown, making her look even more innocent than her baby body already did. Her head twists to look at the thing, but she finds something much bigger than she expected. This was Numair, but she didn't know that he wasn't her mother. The little girl hardly knew what genders were, much less that he couldn't give her the nourishment that she would crave. The being moves forward, reaching to touch her, nudging her side. The chestnut tips her head to one side, ear splaying to one side in confusion. Her doe eyes close and open, looking at the being, first at the things that were looking at her. Then, she directs her attention to its body, then to the things that were on the ground. Legs. It was standing, though she didn't know that this was the term. All that the filly knew was that she wanted to do what it was doing. The stallion nudges her gently, and the newborn uses this as an aid to help her get up. Her red-hued rump goes up, back legs straight, but her front half was mostly on the ground. Her front legs were still at an angle, making her mostly up in the air. So the girl forces her front end up more, hooves making impact with the ground again, still splayed to either side, but she is more balanced now. A small squeal of excitement parts her lips, and her eyes instantly look to the being for approval. Was this what it wanted? --------------- Sonnet continues to pace. She was still sweating, but she knew that he was waiting on another mare to give birth. It would take him a little bit of time to get back to her, especially with a newborn. Sonnet was not close to giving birth, which would work for Numair's benefit of seeing his first child born. Until he arrived, Sonnet alternated between pacing and laying down, sweating and making it through the birthing pains. |
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| Zephyr | Jun 3 2013, 01:44 PM Post #10 | ||||
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He chuckled when the filly squeaked when he was done cleaning her. But at this point, getting her to stand was all he could do. He needed to get her to Sonnet so she could nurse, and so he could see his child. When she is standing, her legs slightly splayed out and squealing in excitement, a soft smile appears on his face and he reaches down and exchanges breath with Phalaenopsis and nuzzles her cheek softly. She looked at him with those big brown eyes, and suddenly, what hes done is the furthest thing from his mind. This filly is now his. He whickered to the filly, encouraging her to follow him. Slowly, he leads her back to where he left sonnet. He repeatedly checks to see if the chestnut foal has fallen, or is having trouble keeping up, helping her when she stumbles, constantly whickering to her. It didnt take them long at all to return to the little grove where Sonnet was pacing. Numair let loose a rumbling whicker of concern to the painted mare and slowly approached her, uneasy seeing that she had been in labor for so long. "Sonnet, this is Phalaenopsis. How are you feeling? Do you want to lay down?" His voice was filled with concern as he nuzzled the mare on her shoulder, brows furrowing when he felt how damn she was with sweat. Frustrated that he couldnt do anything, he moved back over to the chestnut filly and nuzzled her tiny shoulder and spoke to her gently. "Phalaenopsis, love, why dont you rest for a little while. I will be here watching over you." His voice was unusually tender, as he lead the little filly to a nearby tree where the grass was soft and she was shielded from the elements before hurrying back to sonnet, helpless as he watched her pace, unsure what to do now. |
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| ƒierce | Jun 3 2013, 04:26 PM Post #11 | ||||
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The young girl sways slightly, not used to being on her hooves. A smile on her lips when the being lowers its hea to her, exchanging breaths. The being whickers, and the chestnut whirls her head in the direction he steps in. Slowly, the girl manages to move her legs around so that she is walking slowly after him. While they walk, there is no track of how often the filly stumbles and gets back up, but she manages to get back up slightly quicker every time. His whickering is encouragement to the newborn. But she is still unable to understand most of his speech. They came to a grove, and the chestnut comes to a wobbling stop next to the stallion. Her brown eyes look upon a new figure, its middle considerably swollen, and it kept walking back and forth. --------------- Sonnet is relieved at the sight of Numair, but she manages to keep it to herself. His whicker is a soothing sound, and she barely makes a smile in response. It is a pained expression. "I've just been putting it off. I wasn't going to be able to do it much longer. I thought we'd both want to be here for the birth of our first child." --------------- The chestnut watches as the other figure lays down. She is silent, and her little head lowers in exhaustion. The filly becomes anxious when the stallion moves toward the other horse and is soothed when he comes back. He nuzzles her shoulder and spoke to her. She follows him dutifully to where he lead, noticing the grass. The filly drops herself to the ground and instantly falls asleep before Numair walks away. --------------- She groans and lowers herself onto the cold ground. Contraction begin to come continually, but Sonnet follows her instincts and begins to push. She doesn't pay attention to his interaction with the filly. There was time for that later. A little while later, Sonnet feels the foal slip loose from her. The tobiano breathes a sigh of relief and slowly works her way to sitting up to look back at their child. |
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| Zephyr | Jun 13 2013, 08:03 PM Post #12 | ||||
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With Phalaenopsis settled down for a nap, he swiftly returned to Sonnet's side. His calm expression helps mask the worry, the fear he feels watching her. Heavens help them if something were to go wrong, Numair would never recover. He stayed by her side the whole time, waiting with baited breath. He gave her a little room as he saw her push, but words couldnt describe the pure elation in his heart when he first laid eyes on his child. His son. "Oh sonnet.... He's so perfect." His voice cracked, he was so awed by the tiny little figure bleating from the cold ground. Some dark he was. Tears spilled from his brown eyes, staining his cheeks as he pressed his soft maw against the painted mare's neck. He nuzzled her gently before backing away so she would have room to get up. He walked back over to Phalaenopsis and gently nuzzled her, in an attempt to wake her up. Once he was certain she was conscious, he lead her over to sonnet and nudged the filly towards the palomino painted mare, in another attempt to introduce her. "This is Phalaenopsis. Sonnet, if you dont mind, she hasnt been able to nurse yet..." He cast a glance at the colt, and once again his heart was about to burst with joy. He nuzzled sonnet again and gestured towards the bay paint colt, a grin on his face. "What do you want to call him, Sonnet?" His voice was soft and gentle as his dark eyes met hers, and for the first time, the sight of her pulled at his heart. A look of confusion rippled across his face and he tore his gaze away, staring at the ground, trying to catch his breath. |
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| ƒierce | Jun 16 2013, 02:25 PM Post #13 | ||||
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The tobiano's golden ears flick backward as she hears Numair's voice. The colt, as she could now determine, wriggled slowly out of his birth sac, bleating for something, anything. Sonnet doesn't see her stallion's tears, but she feels his maw against her skin. Nuzzling her. The mare gives no reaction. To be honest, she didn't even know how to react. The only equine to ever nuzzle her was her mother, and that had been many years ago. Her father had never shown her affection. The mare busies herself with cleaning the painted colt while Numar fetches the foal he had killed for. --------------- The chestnut filly is roused by the being's maw against her form. A yawn parts her lips, and the filly awkwardly raises herself up on her hooves to follow the dark colored horse. He leads her toward the other being that she had seen earlier. The smell of milk makes the newborn's mouth water, and she whimpers. A pathetic sort of hungry bleat parts her lips. --------------- The palomino mare turns her face back to Numair when he returns. Her dark eyes watch the chestnut foal with quiet curiosity. Her own child wriggles away from her, making the some sort of bleat that chestnut had made. It is at this moment that Sonnet makes her motions to stand and then Numair speaks. The stallion nuzzles her again, and the mare makes no response. Since he had taken the liberty of naming the filly, it was up to Sonnet to name their own child. The young mare has a thoughtful expression as she helps their son to stand for the first time in his life. His dark rump waves in the air as the newborn colt tries to stand. His small curly tail waves in the chilly air, and a smirk pronounces itself on her lips. "Anthem." The mare get the painted colt to stand and motions and nickers for the filly to come close. She continues to clean either one of them as they nurse. |
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