A Prince Is Born

[krowned]

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[atrb=background,http://i51.tinypic.com/2po1pgo.jpg] The young queen stumbled towards the birthing place. She was in excruciating pain and yet she kept going. She was not looking forward to this child and she hadn't been ever since Spring but she was not going to leave this child to fend for itself; no. This child was her own flesh and blood and she would not leave it. She refused to be like her own mother. She was to love and care for her offspring, no matter if she despised it's father. She fell to the ground almost immediately after entering Angel's Reign. She pinned her ears back and snorted with pain. She looked around to find herself in the middle of a beautiful meadow. Kunama could care less at the moment though for she was experiencing a pain she would never forget. At that moment she promised herself that if she ever saw Alaric's face again it would be the end of him. She kicked into the ground furiously trying to contain herself. She pushed but her pain kept throbbing inside of her. She was starting to tire; to give up, but suddenly she felt her pain subside. She pushed herself up onto her forelegs and looked back at her newborn child. She gasped as her eyes feasted upon a gorgeous blood bay colt. His dished burgundy head looked up at her with dazzling blue eyes. She reached her ivory lips to nudge him up and as she did the colt, still unstable, stood up. It was then she took notice of his white brindle marks, a lot like her own. She smiled. Such a handsome prince. Suddenly a name came to her mind, "Cirrus," she muttered softly. She got up slowly and walked Cirrus towards the exit of Angel's Reign steadily. He would make for a great prince. Kunama's Speak "Talk"