Birth of a Prince

[kate. is awayyy!]

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[atrb=background,http://i42.tinypic.com/vzd0mq.png] Her coat was wet with sweat, sticking to her sides uncomfortably. In her hormonal and anxious state, the vixen was more than ready to scream and shout at Aconite for putting her in such a position. It had been fully consensual however and she knew that she’d wanted his foal much like she had last year. Except this year she knew how difficult it ended up being birthing the huge foals that the draft was likely to produce. She cringed again as a contraction pained her sides further, being glad only that she’d set off the moment that she had an inkling it was time. The pangs had started later, but by then it didn’t matter since she had only a short journey to make. Regenade’s mind was at ease about the Fen, Alaric hadn’t tried to be so foolish recently and Tira was watching over the Fen while she gave birth and recovered. Her stomach was huge again, and she lay on it tentatively. Birthing was just as difficult as it had been last time, perhaps a little more so. She knew what to do now, which she supposed was a plot. Finally her son was born, and she stood as soon as she could to nudge the buckskin sabino colt up. She smiled softly, gently nudging him. Hello little one, I think I’ll call you Aegonite. She told him, beginning to guide the now standing colt to the Fen. It was slow and he was a little shaky on his feet, but he was sure to be a handsome sturdy colt in no time. [WORDS: 266] [MUSE: Poor] [NOTES: ] SPEECH= 2f71a9 Regenade; mare; six; crossbreed; buckskin overo; 15.2hh; dark brown eyes; Willow x Mars; Queen of the Fen Mother of Riya

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