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Post by Rhapsody & Nakota on Sept 21, 2006 14:05:31 GMT -5
Slow, unsteady steps carried Rhapsody's shape over the curve of the land. Her limbs shook, her body soaked in sweat with the strain. She snorted, tossing her head softly as the foal kicked hard against her side. The contractions were coming hard and fast... the roan wasn't sure how much more she could handle. She had expected the pain... but nothing like this.
Eyes scanned the area, alert for any danger that might hide in such a peaceful and welcoming place. She lifted her head and gave a soft cry, then the exhausted mare folded her frame to the grass. Tucking her legs up a little as she fought to breath threw the contraction, she rolled back onto her side and rested her head in the grass in the shade of trees, eyes closing partway.
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Post by Allura on Sept 30, 2006 7:50:01 GMT -5
PREVIOUS:
- Tribute awoke in his herdland to find Rhapsody gone. He instantly had the urge to go to the White Redwoods, the safe foaling grounds.It had been quite awhile since they bred, so it could be time for the roan vix to foal. Cantering quickly, the chestnut coated stag made his way towards the White Redwoods. -
PRESENT:
Gleaming chestnut coat was slightly dampened by sweat as the stallion slowed to a trot and made his way through the lush field surronding the massive white redwood. The sweat was not only from the run, but from the stud's worry over his mate. He kept telling himself she was fine, but then his slender auds perked forward, hearing a soft cry. Nostrils flaring, the stallion sniffed the air, catching his mate's scent.
Quickening his pace to a steady canter, Tribute made his way towards a small cluster of trees. Soon his amber eyes caught a glimpse of roan hide, nestled in the grass. Slowing his pace to a walk, the red hued stag quietly approached the petite roan fae. He was close enough now to tell she was in the first stages of foaling.
"Rhapsody, thank goodness your alright."
He said softly, gazing down at her small form. He lowered his crania, and brushed his soft velvets against the vixen's cheek, his warm breath blowing gently against her hide, [/color][/size]
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