Kodaline
Sundays are my suicide days
The contractions that ravaged her came every few minutes and gave her no mercy. She had been drinking from a creek not too far from the cave Zayn had presented her when they came, and hadn’t been expecting labor for another few weeks. At first they were only mild annoyances that made her grit her teeth and toss her head, but with each passing contraction the pain grew. And so she began to pick at the sparse vegetation that grew to try and take her mind off the pain. Her belly had swelled to twice the size of some of the other mares she had seen going about their day. During her pregnancy she had not put much thought into it, but now that it was nearing time to birth the youngster she was worried about the size of the foal that would be exiting her womb. Another contraction wracks her body and she decides that it would be best to head back to her cave with the view.
By the time she reaches the cavern entrance her legs are shaking and she is weak from the labor that has begun. The contractions are seemingly endless even as she lies down in a somewhat comfortable position on the loose fluffy dirt floor of the cave. A thin sheen of sweat covers her body and she heaves with every cramp that rattles her. Unknowing to her, her water had broken on the trek to her cave and the time to begin pushing now arrives.
For her first foal, the birth was surprisingly easy. With a few hard pushes the sun kissed colt was on the ground and collecting dirt on his wet golden fur. Koda is surprised at the size of the colt; she had expected him to be the size of a draft horse with the way her stomach had grown. She stares at her son in confusion when another contraction catches her off guard. The innocent maiden had not even thought of the possibility of twins, and so she grows anxious at the prospect of birthing a second foal.
Yet the filly she births is smaller than her brother, and so she comes even easier.
Kodaline take a moment to clean her children before really looking at them for the first time. They are both roans like their mother and sabinos like their father. Her firstborn, the colt, is the bigger of the two and has a thicker appearance than his delicate looking sister. When she looks back at her son, she notes how much he looks like Zayn with his golden sabino coat and blood red eyes. A smile touches her lips as she stands up and begins to encourage her kin to do the same. If luck would have it, it would not be long before Zayn made his appearance; and in the meantime the blue mare would ponder their names.
By the time she reaches the cavern entrance her legs are shaking and she is weak from the labor that has begun. The contractions are seemingly endless even as she lies down in a somewhat comfortable position on the loose fluffy dirt floor of the cave. A thin sheen of sweat covers her body and she heaves with every cramp that rattles her. Unknowing to her, her water had broken on the trek to her cave and the time to begin pushing now arrives.
For her first foal, the birth was surprisingly easy. With a few hard pushes the sun kissed colt was on the ground and collecting dirt on his wet golden fur. Koda is surprised at the size of the colt; she had expected him to be the size of a draft horse with the way her stomach had grown. She stares at her son in confusion when another contraction catches her off guard. The innocent maiden had not even thought of the possibility of twins, and so she grows anxious at the prospect of birthing a second foal.
Yet the filly she births is smaller than her brother, and so she comes even easier.
Kodaline take a moment to clean her children before really looking at them for the first time. They are both roans like their mother and sabinos like their father. Her firstborn, the colt, is the bigger of the two and has a thicker appearance than his delicate looking sister. When she looks back at her son, she notes how much he looks like Zayn with his golden sabino coat and blood red eyes. A smile touches her lips as she stands up and begins to encourage her kin to do the same. If luck would have it, it would not be long before Zayn made his appearance; and in the meantime the blue mare would ponder their names.
Mother to Freyr and Ferox (x.Zayn)