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i got what you want in my pocket; Sendiri foals Silas & Gwendolyn
Topic Started: Jul 6 2013, 12:38 AM (178 Views)
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Sendiri hated everything. She despised being alone. She disliked being pregnant. She hated being pregnant and alone.

Normally a placid, happy-go-lucky sort of mare, being abandoned by Gethin while pregnant with twins had turned her mildly bitter. She didn't want to have anything to do with any of her groupmates and was constantly emotional over the smallest things. Usually when her irrational anger had abated, the sweet bay roan was overcome with guilt and apologized profusely. Shay and Paisley both assured her that it was a normal part of pregnancy, but Sendiri still felt like she was unintentionally tearing a hole in their relationships.

Terrified now with birth only minutes away, as evidenced by the writhing of her foals and the heart-stopping pain of the contractions, she looked frantically for a spot to give birth. Twice she managed to lower her considerable bulk to the ground before deciding that the area was not safe enough or too secluded and moving again. At last she reached a spot that was acceptable; it was not perfect but she could not delay this delivery any longer.

Thankfully instinct guides her through the process and the strains against the limits of her own body to deliver the first foal. She knew that birth would be painful but she hadn't imagined the white hot feeling of it, the sound and feeling of flesh tearing and stretching and accommodating. In between contractions and pushing she pants, her coat darkened to a sleek mahogany in contrast to her normal pale roaned amber. Eventually she can feel the mass inside her let loose and as her firstborn slides along her hocks, she can feel its head move and legs struggle against the sack. Nearly hysteric with worry and fear she lunges around to help him - a boy! - tear open the sack so that he will not drown.

After so many months of not seeing the stallion she's decided that she loves, the sight of his face on their foal breaks her heart into a million pieces and fuses it with new glue. She snuffles against him as best she can, and when that is not close enough for her, she struggles to her hooves and resumes her exploration of this tiny fragile creature. He is perfect as far as she can tell, his coat a pantomine in reverse of his sires with a big bold face and brown eyes. She drinks him in and cleans him. Stands protectively nearby as he struggles to his feet after multiple, shaky attempts. She is so smitten with her son that she hardly notices how much time has passed without her second one - and she knows its there - being born. Eventually, however, she begins to worry that this is taking too long. Shouldn't the foal be born by now?

Hesitantly she tries pushing to no avail. It takes another ten minutes before her body begins contractions in earnest once more and she is forced to leave her colt on his tottering legs by himself. Moreso for the second birth she feels terribly exposed and vulnerable. She understands at a base level that she can do nothing to protect her son until the second foal is born and it makes her nervous and agitated. Thankfully the second foal is smaller and only a few moments pass before it slides free of it's dam's body and lies still against her hind legs. Sendiri is exhausted both mentally and physically but she lunges to her feet when she realizes the foal isn't moving. Frantically she tears the baby girl free and finally gets a tentative, shocked breath through precious tiny black nostrils. Nearly crying with relief, Sendiri licks her daughter roughly until the tiny thing is moving and responding. She is so small. Her son had seemed impossibly fragile looking to her until her daughter was born. The girl seemed put together with matchsticks and glued together with spit and hope. She was delicate and wobbly, and struggled to nurse despite her older brother's robust example.

Tenderly for the rest of the afternoon she soothes and acquaints herself with her children, resolutely keeping Gethin from her mind. She is soothed by the fact that the rest of her extended family is only a few hundred feet away, awaiting her emergence with her newborns whenever she is ready.

As she snuggles against them for the night, Sen contemplates names for them. Her little son is fierce and strong, and she decides that Silas is his name, while her tender little daughter, for whom she fears greatly, will be Gwendolyn.
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