This River Runs Deepest {Rivin}

[Estheim]

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[atrb=background,http://i39.tinypic.com/js0m0i.png] Never in her short few years would she have pictured herself here. Moving listlessly through the foliage to find a place to rest her seizing bodice, Katera's legs shook with the effort to keep her going. The fem knew that location would be key in birthing the foal within her. Flanks shivering as her eyes finally agreed with her womb, this would be the place that life would pull from her belly and surface in the world. Her orbs nearly crossed as she knelt down, yet another wave rolled over her causing pressure on her hindquarters. The grulla fem had not dreamed of the agony giving her child life would bring. No mare had warned her of the physical trial she would be required to endure before gazing upon her foal. Being in pain only increased the panic that ghosted over her shivering bodice. It didn't take much to realize how wrong something was. With no other choice but to continue, Katera began the laborious process of birthing the burden she'd carried for months. A groan escaped her clamped muzzle, harks pinning in discomfort. Movement contorted her midsection as she strained to free her young. It wasn't long before a single leg protruded in the crisp evening air. How cruel, as if a god was punishing her for taking advantage of the protection pregnancy could bring; for a stag would not breed a mare already in foal. As such she had used that kind, ebony steed in an attempt to save herself. And now? Now she was spiraling in and out of consciousness, all the while working towards having her offspring deliver safely. When the colt finally slid from the mare, he was cold and wet, but otherwise in good health. Katera, however, had not faired so well. She lay still as death, in the spot she had chosen hours before. Although her breath came faintly, the young one could not hear it nor see it hang in the chill air that surrounded him. Weak legs wobbled and collapsed as he time and again tried to lift himself up on lanky stilts. A desperate whinny chirrped from the foal as he finally balanced on his delicate limbs. Small, perfect hooves carried him closer to her. His dam, who lay so impossibly still. Hungry and exhausted, the grullo colt collapsed at her belly, nose under her flank, while his tiny mouth drew the last of her warmth in the form of milk. [WORDS: 411] [MUSE: good, but ragingly sad T.T] [NOTES: Rivin needs a mommy~] SPEECH= 8e97a4 rivin; colt; newborn; mustang cross; grulla; 16hh; blue

[cheezwizzard]

Bo trotted through the peaceful fields, behind her a tiny buckskin fully much like her older sister following behind. The filly, Keeva, was buckskin like her father but her amber pools were mirror images of Bo's. The birthing had been alright about the difficulty of Saphira's and Bo had eaten and drank a great deal. Bo glanced around and nickered to her youngest daughter before resuming her scan of the horizon. Only then did she see the two black silvery creatures. One tiny and dainty yet muscular and the other feminine and older. The mare was frozen still, dead yet the foal let out a pathetic little whinny and tried to reach the frothy liquid of life.

"You poor dear! Come have some milk, child!"Bo exclaimed, her motherly instincts coming out. She nuzzled the foal and began to groom the colt of the sloppiness of birth. Finally she nudged the colt to stand so he could get to her own milk.

Bo. Palomino. 8 years old. Amber Eyes. Arab x Welsh Pony. Mother of Saphira, Keeva, and Rivin

Notes;; Is there a herd you want her to join? I haven't chosen one yet so I don't mind if you have one in mind.

[Estheim]

ooc;; i'll get you a reply soon. i was thinking hidden cove because Tragic is there, and that's his dad~