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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)
    #4
    Taria

    Disturbed from the only peace and quiet they knew, the dark and comfortable home they resided in, separated from each other. The bay roan filly entered the world first, accompanied a few moments later by her blue roan sister, it was much colder and brighter in this world. There eyes gazed around with the bright light settling allowing them to view the purple spotted mare before them. The twins smiled looking at her, assuming she was there mother, but she did not seem happy, instead she seemed stressed and blood continued to poor from her body. She extended her neck towards the fillies, deeming the red one Taria and the Blue one Kosaka before dropping down not making a noise again.

    The fillies cried out unsure of what happened, they just wanted someone look after them, someone to provide milk and comfort. Shortly after being alone someone appeared, the fillies heart beat grew faster terrified the visitor was not here for good intentions. He talks to himself before lowering his muzzle to check out the fillies, Kosaka extended her neck bumping her muzzle into his. gently laughing turning to tug on Tarias mane.

    A painted mare joined them, causing the fillies to tuck in closer to each other, perhaps this stallion would protect them. But she proved to be of no harm, perhaps she had food for them. Taria was the first to attempt to walk, hoisting herself off the ground and stumbling forward before falling back to the ground. Kosaka attempted, with a similar ending. Again lifting herself up Taria stepped forward moving with the pull of gravity, learning balance. Soon enough both fillies were capable of standing and walking on there own, still slightly wobbly. The pondered over to the painted mare who had no milk to provide, a sad cry exited there mouths, stomachs growing with hunger.


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    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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