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Post by cheezwizzard on Jan 16, 2012 3:59:16 GMT -5
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Senka let out a growl that turned into a yelp-whimper type of sound. Her flaxen chestnut rabicano coat was coated in moisture. Her blond mane stuck to her boa as she whimpered once more at the pain in her stomach. Oh, why had she thought this was a great idea? Senka's charcoal colored flints struck her stomach lightly at the next sharp, unbearable pain. Taking a few more tottering steps, Senka collapsed with yowl. She had to get this damn thing out. With several grunts and growls, Senka had managed to get the devil out of her part way. Senka laid her slightly dished crown against the emerald green grass, knowing it soon would become brittle and brown. As she rested she attempted to lip up some of it but was rudely interuptted by a sharp pain in her stomach. The beast who had planted his seed inside her was dead to Senka. If she ever saw his tall, two toned, polka dotted body again he would be tri colored. White, black, and red. His blood would coat his coat in this tri color if she ever saw the bastard again. With a final shudder, the foal slipped from her confinement into the world.
Senka turned, ready to destroy the beast she had to bare for months. Pools of emerald green examined the foal and overall Senka was proud of the filly she had conceived. The small vixen was crimson and porcelain spotted, like her father but that was where there similarities ended. The child had received her dam's big, green, doe like eyes and her coloring for the most part. She lacked the blonde tassels but Senka didn't mind. Her babe was certainly going to be a heartbreaker. The filly's crown was slightly dished, showing her Arabian heretiage and Senka had a feeling the vix wouldn't ever reach 15 hands.
Senka gathered her characol flints beneath her and stood, slightly nauseated by the sudden whirl. Looking down with deep green eyes, Senka smiled with a crazy, proud mother look. "My minx, my darling little girl. You have been blessed with the calling of Giselle. You will be my little badass, trouble maker, and heartbreaker. You will make me proud." Senka cooed to her new born daughter, Giselle
Senka;;Mare;;Arab x American Mustang;;Six;;Flaxen Chestnut Rabicano;;Green;;14 hh;;
notes;; Woah! That is intense. I have a feeling Senka won't be the best mother.
tagged;; MADMARE
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Post by madmare2003 on Jan 16, 2012 17:20:54 GMT -5
Filly opened her eyes. There were two large green ones staring back. That was her first vision in the world. Though they were beautiful they were stained with pain and anguish. The mare spoke sweetly, she said loving things but the filly could see the lack of emotion in those green orbs. This was her first hello into the world and no a very good one. Way to set a life up for failure and disappointment. Giselle should be thankful for the blessing of life but this already seemed to be such a pain in the ass. Next the ya know the mare would be licking her and cleaning her and nudging her to stand up.
Giselle just wanted to lay here. She could feel the cool of the night air setting in. Her little body shivered wet with the sloppiness of birth still. She shudder as she saw the gross sticky stuff that covered her body. This mare was her mother and she was not making a very good first impression. Giselle snorted with a hint of irritation. Maybe this women would get half a clue at how to be a mom.
Oh great, she must be the first child. She was bound to grow up a complete screw up. Her mother would be assured to make mistakes and my poor little darling here would have to pay the consequences not her mother. She huffed a laid there motionless. Maybe if she played dead it would freak the mare out and those maternal instincts would kick in.
Dear she was already such an evil little things. Very intelligent and that would end up being more of a sin then a blessing. The filly could tell she had a great fate that awaited her. Life was calling out and begging her to come join it. She would roll in the flowers and flirt with the boys and make all the girls jealous. She would be the filly everyone in Mustang envied. Little did she know of the horrors that awaited her out there in that great big world.
Name: Giselle
Gender: Filly
Breed: Crossbreed - Arabian x American Mustang x TB x Warlander x Appaloosa
Year Born: Now the same as the year they were conceived in
Generation: 2
Color: Chestnut Blanket Appaloosa
Height: 14.2 hh
Eye Color: Green
Dam: Senka
Sire: Thantos
Deformity: n/a
Fertility: 4 foals
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Post by cheezwizzard on Jan 22, 2012 18:14:14 GMT -5
A small crease formed in between the mare's apple green eyes. Dear, she was off to a crappy start. Those words were supposed to come much later. Perhaps once she was a yearling. Lowering her small crown, Senka began to prime her babe into an acceptable state. When the filly's tiny carcass shook as the autumn wind blew, Senkalowered herself next to her daughter, fore it was a cold night and she couldn't have her first child die within hours of its birth. She couldn't leave it here either, some wimpy pansy of a mare might take her daughter. Senka would take her back to the Caverns and groom Giselle into a perfect Saint. Giselle was her and Thantos' daughter. He was an anchor before he left. With his controlling nature and Senka's flirty personality she was sure to be a keeper. After several minutes, Senka stood. "C'mon love, let's get you filled up and go home. It is much warmer and relaxing there." Senka said with a soft sigh thinking about the rocky caverns. To an outsider it looked like a hellhole but to a Saint it was home. The rocky passageways were small and comfy while the occasional caves were a luxury. Senka's favorite spot was a small round cave located far into the Caverns depths where it was unusually warm. The ceiling was high and there only two entrances. One main and another secret one behind a boulder only she knew about. It opened up to a larger cave that would be a great place for her filly to play in. The caverns weren't some cheap motel, they were a five-star resort.
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