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it is not easy to express the inexpressible;; lyra & red
Topic Started: Jun 4 2013, 09:45 PM (180 Views)
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God, she's an idiot. What in the world did she think would happen, taking up with a stallion like that? True, he'd been charming at first, polite and perfect and all around a dream for any young mare. That should've been her first warning. Stallions like that didn't actually exist. If Lyra wasn't so...so stupid and naive and idiotic, she would have realized immediately what Blade was. He's a snake, a monster, only out to torment her. He left her like this and then just....left. She's alone and pregnant and has no idea what in the world she's going to do. Now, overly-large and pacing in the middle of the foaling quarry, Lyra is panicked.

She doesn't know how this feels, knows that it should hurt, but something still feels off. When a rolling, burning pain tears through her body, Lyra loses her breath on a pained gasp and then lies down, gingerly. With a broken sob, Lyra pushes for all she's worth--and then the world goes dark. When she comes to, the small, wet bundle is lying at her feet and Lyra struggles to stand.

The foal isn't moving, isn't breathing, and Lyra panics. She wasn't ready for this, didn't know what would happen and she hurts and she's exhausted and terrified. Gently, Lyra bends down and nudges the foal, whimpering when he doesn't respond. Instinct tells her to clean him off so she does, whispering to him the whole while. His coat is surprisingly red, and she smiles at the thought. "Red," she whispers, and then he takes a great, shuddering breath. With tears in her eyes, Lyra laughs happily, and helps him to his feet. Maybe everything will be alright afterall.

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we are not things; those were her words!
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