Post by Freedom on Jan 16, 2012 1:36:04 GMT -5
Roses and Thorns
Anger burned through her as she trotted, nose to the ground. She was looking for the right place to drop her foal. The foal of Alaric... She would raise him right. She would teach him of his father of course, but only harshly. Speak of him as cruel and evil. Her thought trail was interrupted as a wave of pain shimmered through her flanks. Her ears pinned back and she appeared to be snaking like a herd stallion. The mare's heart beat, it felt as though her ears were thumping with heat. Though she would never admit it, she was scared. This was her first foaling. She expressed it in anger. She finally stopped, dipped her head and lowered herself to lay on her side. A groan escaped her maw, it was full of fear and agony. Her dark eyes were glancing to and fro nervously. She pushed, and sweat dripped down her sides, it went on like this for some while, but quite suddenly, a colt appeared.
It was shocking. A being. A living thing was just there. Rude, as if nothing happened. But as soon as she raised her tired head to glace at him, fascination took hold of her. Her son. Her son. She slowly reached her muzzle to him, inhaling his new scent. How strange. A new gentle fondness for this foal turned itself upon her. "Why hello there. Pleased to meet you kind sir." Her voice was quiet and gentle, it was mocking, but in a silly kind of way you might speak to a young child. He let out a loud little squeak in response. Rose chuckled at him. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all.
Roses and Thorns (Rose) || Mare || Three || Spanish Mustang || Grulla || 15'2 || Eyes dark brown || [/blockquote][/center][/size][/color]
