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TheIceViking
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Jul 19 2013, 08:28 PM
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Image ©colourize-stock |  Been tryin' hard not to get into trouble, but I I've got a war in my mind | The dapple mare crosses the border of the foaling quarry. A short flashback comes to her mind when she closes her eyes and inhales deeply. It had been a tragic day when she lost her twin brother but she was sure he was still alive, he had to be, though a voice inside her head told her that he was gone forever. Her eyelids lift up revealing her brown eyes. The mares Arabian form moves forward, the mare's belly was large and it was easily seen that she would give birth soon. The mare wasn't nervous at all, some instinct had taken its toll on the mare and she was very relaxed. It even surprised herself how calm she was. Lana was more nervous for what would happen once the birth was over and she could leave with the foal. There was no returning back to Otheos, the mare was in need of a new home. It saddened the mare a little that she had to search for a new home, however Otheos and Lana had never been close anyways so it wasn't like she was losing much.
The Arabian mare moves forward, exhausted after the travel. She couldn't wait to lie down and get that foal out of her. The thought of lying down plays with the mare's mind and it didn't take much time until the mare was on the ground. The contractions were causing the mare much discomfort and for a moment she wanted to say no thanks and just walk away from this all. But she knew that wasn't possible so she was forced to push. After two hours of labor the foal finally slipped away from Lana. The sweat was dripping from the mare’s forehead and the cold evening air made the sweat cool on her. Lana was tiered and if she could choose she would prefer laying on the ground just a little longer, maybe nap. Though she couldn't just leave that poor foal alone in the cold. The mare pushed herself up on all four legs and watched the foal on the ground. Her gray muzzle moved closer and she sniffed the foal and soon began to clean the foal. Lana discovered that she had just given birth to a filly. A pleased smile crossed over her lips and she looks at the filly. "I will name you Arya" she says smiling.
Lana then lies down next to the white filly again and continues to clean her.
| | Arabian horse • 15.2 hands • Dark • Homeless |
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