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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


    Practice Makes Perfect-{Birthing}
    #4

    you just activated a nuclear warhead


    She continued to clean the colt, until she heard anothers presence approaching, one she assumed to be Chemdog. She turned her head to gaze at the black and white stallion a small smile curled on her lips at his appearance, ears gently raised up. He looks at the colt, appearing more satisfied with the colt than there last foal, a filly.  She knew another mare was pregnant in the herd, but unsure if she birthed or what gender it was, she presumed this was his first born colt.

    She watches as he reaches down gently cleaning the colt for a moment before moving to nuzzle her cheek, she closed her eyes grateful for his support. Although she found herself pregnant these days she truly enjoyed his company regardless of the location they resided in. It took time but the mare has moved on from the forest, whatever reason it was he wanted to move was for the best interest of the herd. She had to trust it truly was, and the dirt would grow on her. Distracted from her thoughts he asked about Ruri, there daughter, she took a moment to think before responding. She travels out and about on her own, very stubborn, like her father. She smiled and lifted herself off the ground moving her head to gently nip at Chem.

    Her eyes gazed over the colt who prepared to take his first steps, wobbly at first leaning on her for support. She smiled lowering her head to nuzzle him on top of his neck, soon enough he moved forward finding his footing mastering walking. A feeling of joy overtook her body, she couldn't help but enjoy watching her foals grow everyday learning something new. He came back looking for a source of food, quickly find her source of milk and latching on. She turned to gaze at Chemdog, who seemed rather displeased with her temper since moving to the volcanic village I've grown to like the new herd lands it hurt to push out of her mouth, it was still growing on her, but she knew it was for the best interest. She was more or less hurt to let go of the forest as it was the lands they claimed together, but perhaps he had something up his sleeve for these lands.

    Sabé



    @[Chemdog]
    @[Zepar]


    Messages In This Thread
    Practice Makes Perfect-{Birthing} - by Sabé - 07-02-2016, 09:20 AM
    RE: Practice Makes Perfect-{Birthing} - by Zepar - 07-03-2016, 08:18 PM
    RE: Practice Makes Perfect-{Birthing} - by Sabé - 07-06-2016, 08:43 AM



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