07-02-2015, 12:22 PM
{we all are living in a dream}
{and life aint what it seems}
{and life aint what it seems}
Her round stomach made the mare fatter than she had ever been in her life. Even so, Ghoest felt like she wasn't quite as large as she should have been, and she knew she herself had been severely underweight for a majority of the first couple months of pregnancy. Perhaps it had taken its toll on the baby? Did it matter? As far as the roan was concerned, the baby was Khaos', not hers. Khaos was a cruel stallion, the scar on her side was proof enough of that, and she was certain that his spawn would be no different.
Ghoest didn't hate Khaos, even though she knew she should. He had his kinder moments, or at least moments that were less cruel, and despite the hardships he had forced her to endure, Ghoest always felt herself looking towards him for approval. She knew he wasn't always a beast, he and Killgore almost seemed to like each other, so it must have been her fault. Something she is doing or has done provoked him; that was why he always reminded her of the rules (usually with a new bruise or fresh scar).
The little roan mare wandered through the territory that she had become so familiar with, she hadn't left this place since her arrival. It was dark now, and the entirety of the land was lit up by the moonlight that bounced silver light off the stones and the water, even the blades of grass that were poking their way through the earth. Ghoest loved the beauty of this place, it awed her as much now as it had that first dreadful night that she had arrived. The food was plentiful and the water refreshing and cool, and Ghoest had become accustomed to the sounds of waves against the pebbled beaches to lull her into slumber. Just now though, those gentle waves were interrupted by thunderous screams.
She moved forward, following the sounds to that wonderful pebbled beach, to find Killgore. She stayed far back, not wanting to find herself at the receiving end of the mare's fury. But what, or who, were the violent roars aimed at? Her eyes strained, searching for reasoning behind the madness in the dark. It was a few moments before her orbs finally settled on a dark form in the sand as Killgore reached down to give it a nuzzle, more of a shove really. Ghoest's heart sank as the reality sunk in. She might not be happy about having a child, but Killgore had been looking forward to raising her own. Still Ghoest didn't have the courage to go forth and comfort the grieving mother, so she waited, and curled up in the sand the roan fell asleep.
When she finally awoke it was bright outside, and she quickly hopped to her feet (as quickly as she could with her bulging stomach), eager to see what had become of Killgore and the foal. Her eyes adjusted to the sunlight as her gaze locked on the dark mare, unmoved, lying in the water that was slowly creeping higher. She took in a deep breath and slowly, hesitantly, walked over.
The salty water stung her pelt as she waded towards Killgore, and finally she plopped down next to the mare. "You can't stay here much longer Killgore..."
Ghoest didn't hate Khaos, even though she knew she should. He had his kinder moments, or at least moments that were less cruel, and despite the hardships he had forced her to endure, Ghoest always felt herself looking towards him for approval. She knew he wasn't always a beast, he and Killgore almost seemed to like each other, so it must have been her fault. Something she is doing or has done provoked him; that was why he always reminded her of the rules (usually with a new bruise or fresh scar).
The little roan mare wandered through the territory that she had become so familiar with, she hadn't left this place since her arrival. It was dark now, and the entirety of the land was lit up by the moonlight that bounced silver light off the stones and the water, even the blades of grass that were poking their way through the earth. Ghoest loved the beauty of this place, it awed her as much now as it had that first dreadful night that she had arrived. The food was plentiful and the water refreshing and cool, and Ghoest had become accustomed to the sounds of waves against the pebbled beaches to lull her into slumber. Just now though, those gentle waves were interrupted by thunderous screams.
She moved forward, following the sounds to that wonderful pebbled beach, to find Killgore. She stayed far back, not wanting to find herself at the receiving end of the mare's fury. But what, or who, were the violent roars aimed at? Her eyes strained, searching for reasoning behind the madness in the dark. It was a few moments before her orbs finally settled on a dark form in the sand as Killgore reached down to give it a nuzzle, more of a shove really. Ghoest's heart sank as the reality sunk in. She might not be happy about having a child, but Killgore had been looking forward to raising her own. Still Ghoest didn't have the courage to go forth and comfort the grieving mother, so she waited, and curled up in the sand the roan fell asleep.
When she finally awoke it was bright outside, and she quickly hopped to her feet (as quickly as she could with her bulging stomach), eager to see what had become of Killgore and the foal. Her eyes adjusted to the sunlight as her gaze locked on the dark mare, unmoved, lying in the water that was slowly creeping higher. She took in a deep breath and slowly, hesitantly, walked over.
The salty water stung her pelt as she waded towards Killgore, and finally she plopped down next to the mare. "You can't stay here much longer Killgore..."