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    Assailant -- Year 226

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    "But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura


    Not all that glitters is gold [Any]
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    Another wave of pain rips through her.  Sending her grasping for support.  She finds it momentarily against his shoulder before he is instructing her to lay down.  It is all she can do to nod in response.  Folding her cream limbs under her and gingerly lowering her body to meet the forest floor.  Everything hurt.  Every movement, every sound, everything. 

    Her breathing grows rapid and quick.  The usually active child inside her grows quiet and she immediately worries.  Straining to push with the intense contractions, she finds herself looking to dark stallion.  He offers kind gestures of support and protection that she is quick to accept.  Any help was better than none.  Rou wasn't here any more to offer his, and never would be again.  A tear rolls down her cheek in a combination of pain and saddness.

    With a few more pushes and the pressure releases.  Breathing a sigh of relief, she is quick to rise.  Finding her footing easily and turning to find a small, wet lump of fur.  Red fur and much too small.  The body lay motionless and sprawled.  Quickly she clears his face of birthing remnants, but it does not move.  Stroking the length of it's body, she can feel a slight warmth and a faint heart beat.  Her brow furrows in desperation as she attempts to awaken the child.  Golden flecked eyes look to Hephaestus briefly before turning back to her son.  Hovering her muzzle just above the rib cage, she closes her eyes.  Focusing all her energy on the child's underdeveloped lungs.  Channeling her own breathing into the boy, she draws in a deep breath.  The moment she does the foal does the same.  She exhales and instinctively the foal does as well.  Eye lids snap open as she hears his breathing find it's own rythmn.  A smile breaking the fine line of concern on her lips.  

    Looking to the stallion now she is all smiles. "It worked!" Is all she can say.  It had been the first time she had used her magic since it had been bestowed upon her.  Overjoyed, she turns back to her son to lick him dry.  He would survive because of everything she had went through.  It had all been worth it...   

    AuroraElis

    Not all that Glitters is Gold



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