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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


    what am I fighting for? (birthing)
    #3
    Sreva, by this time, was used to Chemdog calling out late in the night, or day, or whatever, for one of his ladies to come visit. Sometimes, it included herself, unless she was sleeping, then she would ignore him. But for some reason, this call sounded different. It was hurting, pained... Sreva's instincts told her something terrible had happened.

    The mare's head shot up when Chemdog let out another call. Sreva turned on a dime and took off, sprinting as fast as she could toward Chemdog's call. She didn't know how long she'd been running before she reached the stallion, her neck slick with sweat from how hard she'd pushed herself to run fast as she could. Her hooves echoed against the cave floor as she entered the area, her eyes looking around rapidly, a bit wary since she'd never been in here before.

    Her stomach moving at a rapid pace as she regained her breath, Sreva took in what lay before her. Next to Chemdog's hooves, she saw a horse laying on the ground. At first, she thought the mare was sleeping, but then Chemdog's call would've made no sense. Not unless the mare was...

    Oh no...

    Had that really happened? No, it couldn't have happened to her! She was too strong! Sreva didn't know her too well, but enough so, she knew the mare was a strong one. To have this happen... it broke the heart of the normally stoic pintaloosa mare.

    Next to Chemdog she saw something that made her heart ache more. Two foals, fillies, motherless ones. No... please... no...

    "What... what happened?" Sreva asked, nearly speechless as she approached the stallion and the fillies.


    Messages In This Thread
    what am I fighting for? (birthing) - by Morigan - 07-02-2016, 12:10 AM
    RE: what am I fighting for? (birthing) - by Sreva - 07-03-2016, 01:37 PM
    RE: what am I fighting for? (birthing) - by Taria - 07-06-2016, 09:04 AM
    RE: what am I fighting for? (birthing) - by Sabé - 07-06-2016, 09:13 AM
    RE: what am I fighting for? (birthing) - by Sreva - 07-06-2016, 10:49 PM
    RE: what am I fighting for? (birthing) - by Eiria - 07-07-2016, 11:48 PM
    RE: what am I fighting for? (birthing) - by Sreva - 07-16-2016, 10:19 PM
    RE: what am I fighting for? (birthing) - by Sabé - 07-17-2016, 06:55 PM



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