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Post by flick4eva on Apr 2, 2008 1:00:37 GMT -5
She staggered in a half trot, half walk. The pain was growing greater within her, it was a wonder that she could move. Determination pierced her mind. She wouldn't, couldn't let this foal come, it was far too early. The heavily pregnant mare rested against a tree, trying to catch her breath. She ended up sinking to her knees, wallowing in pain and pity. Velvet tried to push herself up, to keep on moving. That proved impossible. So very badly the mare wished for this to be over, just to rid the sickening torture. Beatlets of sweat ate at her forehead. When the pressure to heave became too great she cried out four words, not sure if anyone could hear her.
"Help... She moaned. "Please, someone help me..."
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Post by sherbie on Apr 6, 2008 4:25:43 GMT -5
Misty's head lifted sharply; she could hear a desparing cry carried on the wind. She stood there for a moment, trying to decide where it was coming from. She made an impressive picture, light grey head thrown high, mane rippling in the breeze. She concluded that the cry was coming roughly from the north, and so set off, cantering across the terrain.
Misty entered a small clearing, not far from where she had heard the cry, and saw a heavily pregnant mare leaning against a tree, in obvious pain. Misty didn't wait around. She set off in a quick trot towards the mare, ready to give help where needed. As she drew nearer, she saw that the mare was quite close to foaling, and probably needed all the help she could get. She bent her head down to the mare's sweating forehead, trying to convey some calm, some comfort to this mare. 'Is it time?' she asked, referring to the foal's birth. She stood with the mare in pain, her head down near the mare's muzzle to catch any hint of speech.
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Post by flick4eva on Apr 9, 2008 18:39:26 GMT -5
She sobbed miserably. It wasn't time-it couldn't be. A ripple of pain spread through her body once more. This was supposed to be a joyous time for her and King. The mare gulped. King. He had abandoned her. Left her. Anger flared up within her. How could he? Soon, the lord had sent a messenger, help from above. Suddenly, there was a set of calm, helpful eyes infront of her. "N-no it..." A heavy contraction caught her, making her usually strong stilts crash to the ground, along with her. "It's too early...." The sweat flew rapidly from her brow, now. Bits of hair clung to her face, squashed up with pain. There was an urge to push, but Velvet ignored it. The urge became harder, and harder. She tried to resist it, but the pain was to big. Fluid flanked her ind legs, suddenly. Instantly, the palomino knew that something was terribly wrong.
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Post by sherbie on Apr 12, 2008 3:07:57 GMT -5
Misty heard the soft words the mare uttered, and understood that it wasn't time for this mare, it was too early. Her head swung as she caught the sound of gushing liquids, and saw the mare's hind legs covered in fluid. She knew that shouldn't be happening. Misty pput her head down to the other's once again. 'I know it isn't time, but there is little else you can do...If you keep ignoring the pain, away from this world you may fly. Isn't it better to listen to your instincts, and have a chance at survival, for you and your foal?' She nuzzled the sweaty mare's neck reassuringly.
ooc: ack, my muse has gone walkabout...
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Post by flick4eva on Apr 13, 2008 0:42:29 GMT -5
ooc: Who's hasn't?
The palomino squinted, trying her best to stay conscious and listen to the mare. Deep within her, there was a surge of something. Possibly fear for she would be a mother soon, fright-for she would most likely to raise it alone and anger-for her love had left her, left her to give him a foal. That he wouldn't be there for. She shook her head, trying to stay focused and on top of things. She recognized the touch, the touch to let her know that she was not alone. The mare smiled weakly.
"Thankyou..."
Velvet truly became a mare in the next few hours, groaning, weeping and pained. And just when the pain became to unbearable, relief surged through her. She felt something break free from her bod, and turned to see a wet thing just lying there. She let the tears break free, the poor thing wasn't moving, and facing the wrong way, which most likely meant it had been born upside-down. There was an obligation deep within her, just to clean the being off. She did so, letting her silvery tears fall upon it's body. When suddenly, the thing started to move ever so slightly. Now, Velvet, being a first time mother and all, was surprised greatly and tried to get the foal up to suckle.
But it was blind. The foal, a palomino filly like her mother, had silvery grey eyes, the orbs of the blind, which mean she would have much difficulty in life. Her left ear was folded, like a dog's. And, to top things off she was tiny for her pedigree.
The first-time mother turned to the mare who had helped her through it all.
"Thankyou, Thankyou for everything. I-I don't know how I can ever repay you..."
Velvet stroked the tiny animal, trying to nudge her baby up. The poor thing shifted it's weight a little, but gave up. It was so weakly and sick. The mare almost wish it wasn't alive, so it wouldn't have to live a life of pain. She shook her head to rid the thought. "Come on, darling..." She whispered. "Come on, get up..."
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The tiny filly awoke to a gentle whispering in her ear and a rumble from her stomach. She opened an eye, inky blackness swirling around. She thought it was her mum, and fumbled to get up onto her legs. She had no idea of how long it took her, but it took ages. Eventually, the filly had stood on wobbly legs, trembling. Soon, she had tripped over and risen once more, with her mother's encouragement. She was suckling soon, no idea that she was blind.
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Post by sherbie on Apr 18, 2008 17:01:36 GMT -5
Misty watched and waited, those long hours the mare was in labour. She saw the pain, the weeping, all in this mare's struggle to keep her soon to be born foal alive. She saw the mare relax in relief, and knew the mare had foaled. She turned her gaze to the foal. It was small, wet and pale. Wait-was it too small? She wasn't sure. It was also not moving. Oh, I hope it's not dead, she thought. She watched (from a respectable distance) as the mare examined her foal. Misty breathed a sigh of relief as the foal started to move. Once it had opened it's eyes, however, she knew something was wrong. The filly's (for that it what it was,) eyes were the wrong colour; a strange silvery-grey colour. Somehow Misty knew that this foal would need all the help it could get; apart from being small, premature, and sickly, it was also blind! Misty then vowed to herself that she would stay with this mare and her wonderful foal, (unless the mare didn't want it, of course...) and help the mare with the filly's growing and developing. She watched the filly suckle; and she smiled. ooc: did that make sense?  ? |
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Post by flick4eva on Apr 23, 2008 1:51:10 GMT -5
*giggles* I guess so!
The mare sighed, regaining some of her lost strength and energy. Her main was matted, covered in dried sweat, bits of spring grass clinging to it. The foal beneath her finally began to suckle, after finding her teat. A normal foal... She thought to herself. A normal foal would've found it in mere seconds. But mine> Minutes. God, I'm going to need all the help I can get... The palomino kept her thoughts private, but looked up to the other mare, a look of pure gratitude sweeping over her features. Velvet knew that rearing a foal would be hard, but raising a blind, sickly one? She would need help. "I-I, I'll need some help. Do you think, well, that you can stay with us for a while? Only if you want.."
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Post by sherbie on Apr 26, 2008 22:47:53 GMT -5
Misty was watching the foal suckle, and the mare's question didn't register for a moment. When it had sunk into her brain, however, her head flew up, almost involuntarily. 'Stay with you?' she repeated blankly. But as the full implications of what the mare was suggesting hit her, she knew what she was going to say. 'I'd be delighted to stay with you, to help you and your little one.' She gazed at the foal again, before looking up at the mare with friendly eyes. 'Maybe we should introduce ourselves... I'm Misty. What's your name?'
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Post by flick4eva on May 4, 2008 19:01:01 GMT -5
She blew softly from her pale maw. The spring breeze had dried the patches of sweat upon her golden coat. She was happy the mare would stay with her. No, Misty. She was happy that Misty would stay with her and the foal. She looked down upon the sickly animal and sighed. It had finished it's suckle and had gone to sleep once more. Velvet rose her head. "Velvet. And this is..." The mare gulped. What was her foal's name? She thought long and hard. "This is Misty's Fallacy" Naming the foal after the other mare was the least thing she could do.
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Post by sherbie on May 7, 2008 0:26:04 GMT -5
Misty looked at the sickly foal and smiled. 'Tis a pleasure to actually meet you, Velvet.' In her mind, it registered that the mare had named the foal...what was it? Oh, that was it; Misty's Fallacy. What? Misty thought. She smiled to herself; she didn't know what to say. 'Thank you, I'm sure she will grow up to be strong and pretty, with a beautiful temprement.' Indicating the filly, she knew that she had just been paid an enormous compliment. She shook herself and turned to Velvet. 'When she wakes, where do you wish to go?' Looking at Velvet, she wondered if the other would want to stay the night here or leave. Either way, she didn't mind; she just wished to be here with Velvet and her little Misty's Fallacy, helping them as much as possible.
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