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Post by starsandstripes on Jan 19, 2012 8:49:27 GMT -5
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This was the second time she would be here. She knew in her heart of hearts that the foal was dead. Its corpse need not hit the ground for her to know that. She also knew that it would hurt even more, considering the broken ribs that Looking Glass had gifted to her. The bastard even had the nerve to escort her here. After several moments of pacing, the urge to finally go through the labor washed over her. Slowly, she lay down, trying to distance herself from the situation entirely but to no avail.
After about an hour, perhaps two, she scrambled to a standing position and gazed down at the corpse of a colt that looked like a mirror image of her firstborn, Leon. "Scathach.." She whispered before cleaning his already, cold body off. If the scavengers were to get him, he'd, at least, look like he had some pride before his demise. She gave the corpse a weak smile, said her goodbyes, and left. She didn't even bother to look back. Why bother when the sight would just send her over the edge that she already teetered upon?---------------
Spanish Mustang x American Paint;
Mare; Four Years; 15hh;
Chestnut Overo; Brown Eyes; Corrupt Caverns;
Slave
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