Post by cheezwizzard on Apr 7, 2012 15:09:14 GMT -5
Arizona stumbled, her champagne carcass covered in moisrure. Her swollen belly, currently occupied by her foal, was ready to drop. The autumn was a sweet relief from the unmerciful summer heat, signaling all preganet mares it was time to he'd towards Angel's Reign. Settling down near a huge oak, Arizona began to push.
Hours had passed and finally Arizona was looking down at her son. "Little Ishmael. It is time for you to face the world." She said softly cleansing his duo toned coat. With not much urging, the colt stood after several tries and nuzzled his mother softily before suckling.
Hours had passed and finally Arizona was looking down at her son. "Little Ishmael. It is time for you to face the world." She said softly cleansing his duo toned coat. With not much urging, the colt stood after several tries and nuzzled his mother softily before suckling.