Singing in the dead of night

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[bg=HEX] [bg=7591af] The grulla mare made her way to the birthing grounds at long last. She had been putting this day off, just as she had denied at first that she was with foal. She couldn't believe that her first foal was going to be by a stallion that she had seen hide nor hair of since that day in spring. The whole thought angered her, why had she been so stupid? Snorting she shook her head, heavy steps carrying her to the birthing grounds. Contractions were already rolling through her body, and a sheen of sweat moistened her coat. If she had waited much longer, she doubted she would have had the foal not within the safety of this valley. Finding the first suitable spot, she could Sombra let her legs buckle beneath her and she rolled to her side and began the task of bringing new life to this world. After some time, Sombra finally had succeed in her task, and a beautiful filly lay wet behind her. Rolling up, onto her breast, the mare nickered softly to the small form. Proceeding to clean the filly, Sombra eventually stood up and finished cleaning her filly. "Hello my little Lark," she crooned softly to the youngster. The filly held her own coat color, but was highlighted in white markings similar to her father's, but far more bold. She would be quite the beauty once she grew, a thought that didn't sit quite well with Sombra. "Come lets get you up, so we can go," she smiled, nudging the filly. [sombra - keiger mustang - grulla - 15.1 - dark brown - 6] Words: meh Tag: Birthing so noone Notes: Finally getting Lark born... its awful but its there.... [atrb=cellSpacing,0,true]

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[weirfan22]

Swift Swan walked softly and gracefully through the fields of somehwere called Angel's Reign, at least that was what she had been told in passing so she simply looked around until her ears pricked up on some sounds and walked over slowly to investigate until she spotted an older Mare with a barely born filly so stepped back and furthered her distance from them as she awaited for the Mare to spot her but kept quiet.

Although not knowing much about foals, one thing that Swan could remember from her mother's teachings was that if there was a Mare with a foal, one was best to keep their distance until permission was given so Swan gave a quiet and calm nicker in greeting with an inclination of her head in submission to the Mare, respecting her being older and most likely wiser than Swan herself as she awaited the answer.

Swift Swan;;Mare;;Cross-SM with Arab;;Light Grey;;Brown/Hazel;;14.2 hh;;Originally from Stonehenge;; Mystic, wise, maternal, over cautious;;