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Post by Black Magic on Apr 3, 2008 14:10:51 GMT -5
Celtic Rose
Celtic Rose moved through the white landscape; finally she had rid herself of the last traces of her dull winter coat; and now she was back to her gleaming self. As she picked her way through the ruts; the ice and snow melt too fast for her liking. She kept slipping and her roundness made it harder to keep her balance.
Slipping once again; she fell, landing in a cold hard puddle of snow; which was wet, slushy and mudd thick. Laying there for a moment she tried to heave herself up onto her feet once more; it couldn't happen - not here, not yet!
Panting she lay there until she realized that she couldn't move; and couldn't get up. calling loudly for Antoinette. She needed her; she did not want anyone else. She pushed; heaving and breathing heavily. The foal slipped free easily. It was over before Celtic Rose realized; but she could not even lift her head to make sure the foal was even alive; let alone to clean it or get it to stand before it got cold. She let out a strangled call once again - now for anyone.
The foal shivered; wobbling its head it looked to wards her mother. Struggling her her feet; she was huge, Long bony legs and a large head which looked ugly. She moved to wards her mother. "Mummy?" she asked as she touched her muzzle to her mummy. Receiving no answer from the exhauster new mother; she moved away from her mother slightly she whinnied; at first unsure of herself and then extremely loudly; scaring even her self.
Celtic Rose felt more pain surge through her; it was happening again; not again she remembered thinking before she blacked out. A second foal slipped free; but this one lay still. It was minuscule and only bore one ear and had no eyes. |
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Post by flyff on Apr 3, 2008 16:06:41 GMT -5
[OOC: Poor foal ;D]
Antoinette came galloping at Celtic Rose's cry. The mare's call had been desperate and strained. The black mare worried to herself... What could have happened to her? The winter snows still lay on the ground, for spring was indeed slow in coming this year. It would, indeed, be dangerous if a pregnant mare, like Rose was, slipped and fell.
The Friesian caught sight of the chestnut mare who lay so miserably on the ground, and the clearly newborn filly that stood above her. There was also another... but it could hardly be called a foal... Antoinette shuddered at the sight of it, sliding to a stop near the much younger mare.
"My dear, your mother is very weak right now," Antoinette said softly, touching her nose to the unusually large filly. Doing a quick assessment, the lead judged that she was strong, strong and rather big-boned... also not too much to look at, but she pushed that thought away. Looks could be worried about when it was time for this filly to become a mare, and to find her own stallion.
"Are you all right, Rose?" Antoinette said, still softly, stepping forward, not daring to speak to the mare about the second "foal." They both knew that it could not possibly be alive.
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Post by Black Magic on Apr 3, 2008 16:42:26 GMT -5
Celtic Rose & Foal
Celtic Rose had no idea how long she had blacked out for; but when she came around she fixed her eyes on Antoinette; he most trusted friend. "I... my..." she sputtered. "How is....." she stopped again; her breathing rapid; she closed her eyes momentarily till she gained enough strength to speak once more.
Once she did; all she could manage was once sentence, lifting her head slightly. "How is it?and take care of them; I just need some rest" she lay her head back down and closed her eyes. Concentrating solely on her breathing and blocking out every other sound she regained some of her strength; so long as she was able to stand; she knew she would survive. But that still remained to be seen.
"Mummy?" The foal looked at Aintainette; who was very big and stocky due to her breed. "I er...." she backed away from her some; a little intimidated by her size. "Is mommy OK?" she asked letting her small muzzle snuffle over the almost still chestnut body. The foal was too the same color of burning sun; having dried in the heat of the day; she now showed her color; a round white area with black spots covering her hind. She flicked her ears nervously. "It that.... my sister?" she asked looking at the other foal. moving over to the other small filly she began to lick her; wondering it the foal was alive; noticing that the bag had not broken as it had with her; and her sister wouldn't be able to breath. |
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Post by flyff on Apr 5, 2008 18:45:33 GMT -5
The well-built mare smiled comfortingly at the little filly, who seemed to be a bit frightened. "She will be all right," Antoinette said softly. "Mummy just needs some rest. She will be all right." The lead touched Celtic Rose's near-still body gently before turning her attention to the... mutilated one.
"Y-yes, this is your... sister," she said softly, approaching the filly. It was near-impossible that this one would live, but... but it was possible, faintly. "She... dear, she... well, she... your sister is... in a delicate... situation."
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Post by Black Magic on Apr 6, 2008 7:38:37 GMT -5
Celtic Rose and Foals
Celtic Rose breathed in deeply; she had to move; she had the strong urge to move; get away from the mud and to some nice grass covered patch. Snorting loudly; she flicked her eyes open and taking a deep breath she rolled herself up onto her underside and shakily placed out her two forelegs and struggled to stand; slipping unsteadily she fell back down once more. But not her old spirit came back to her and determination would strengthen her enough to stand.
Grunting loudly she struggled to place out her feet once more; finding more solid ground she lifted herself with much effort up onto her feet. There she stood; her legs spread apart to stop her from slipping back; her head lowered out of tiredness. Unable to say another word she flicked her ears to listen to her foal and Antoinette.
The un-named and ugly looking foal licked the bag from her sisters muzzle; allowing her to breath. Now the unmoving foal; who was the spectacular burning colour of her mother; breathed for the first time. No idea how long she had been struggling to breath; the sounds that surrounded her were scary; unable to see anything - she thought this was normal. It was cold around here; she wondered where she was.
Celtic Rose grunted again; moving one shaky step in front of another till she reached a place where she knew if she collapsed she would be able to get back up and not worry about mud sucking her in. "Burning Faith and....." she paused looking at the second foal. she snorted loudly; then flicked her ears uncertainly. "and..... A Celtic Wonder" she said finally. |
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Post by flyff on Apr 9, 2008 14:20:57 GMT -5
Antoinette grinned hugely. "Fitting names for the two of them," she said softly, touching her nose to Celtic Rose, then to the two newly named fillies.
"So... Wonder and Faith?" she said, smiling fondly at the two of them. One deformed, quite literally... and the other wasn't the prettiest face that had ever set foot in White Meadows, either. And yet, a lead mare must always find love in her heart for every member of the family.. Which brought another thought to her.
"Why don't you two come along to meet your family?" She shot a brief look at Rose, asking for approval.
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Post by Black Magic on Apr 13, 2008 12:08:55 GMT -5
Celtic Rose & Foals
Celtic rose snorted. "Thats a good idea" she said pausing a moment to take a deep breath. "I will follow shortly." she moved her eyes away from her two foals; her heart sinking slightly till she felt a small nudge from a small muzzle at her stomach. She turned her head around to see both fillies standing side by side; one drastically smaller than the other. The both nudged her again and began to feed. Once they had had their full her wondered over to Antoinette and nudged her. "Now you three have fun; I will be along in an hour or so" Celtic Rose said moving forward shakily; but once she settled on solid ground she lowered her muzzle to the fresh grass and began to graze easily. |
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Post by flyff on Apr 18, 2008 14:57:31 GMT -5
Antoinette smiled lightly at Celtic Rose. "Please join us once you are ready," she said, touching her nose affectionately to the mare's beautiful chestnut pelt. "Cermak will, I'm sure, be happy to see you." She then turned to the two fillies.
She worried, for a moment, about her stallion's reaction to Wonder. An eyeless filly who didn't even have both her ears... and yet, miraculously, strangely alive. Pausing for a moment, she said softly, "Wonder, dear, I think it best if you follow your sister very closely, now. If you're ever not sure where she is, or where I am, then please say so, al right, dear?" She knew, almost at once, that making sure this particular filly got around all right would be much of a challenge.
Turning to the much less deformed sister, the black mare said softly, "Wonder needs taken care of, now. You can see she's not like you yourself, or your mother... since she's, ah, missing her eyes, she won't be able to see." The lead smiled comfortingly at the ugly little filly. "I need you to help me and your mother take care of her." Shifting so that she faced both twins (although, she knew Wonder couldn't see it), she said lightly, "Come along, girls... I think it's time you met your father."
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Post by Black Magic on Apr 20, 2008 15:50:53 GMT -5
Celtic Rose
Celtic Rose breathed deeply and watched her two foals move away from her. She looked at them sadly. She wondered why Celtic Wonder had became so deformed and how she was so beautiful; but the healthy - larger foal. Burning Faith was so.... she hated to think it but ugly. She snorted softly in response to Antoinette; before closing her eyes to rest for a short time before proceeding back to the herd.
Burning Faith
Burning faith nodded. "Ok; if she walks with her nose to you and i keep my nose to her rump i can make sure she goes the right direction" she replied. "daddy? whats he like? Is he big and strong like me?" She paused looking down slightly. "Oh but i bet hes handsome!" she said on a happier note; she wondered just how many others were in their family.
Celtic Wonder
Celtic Wonder cocked her head and listened to the mare; she moved to wards her sisters voice and then to wards the mare. "I'm not sure i should leave mummy" she said softly. Wondering just were her mother was now. She moved her head; but everything was black. Now she was comforted slightly but the other mares voice. "Sorry; but may i ask your name" she said now knowing that her name was Celtic Wonder and her sister was Burning Faith, her mother was Celtic Rose. ooc: sorry bad post :/ |
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Post by flyff on Apr 21, 2008 15:26:48 GMT -5
[OOC: LOL, not as bad as what I'm about to post ;D Also, doesn't Proboards automatically block the word c-o-c-k, and change it to thingy? LOL]
The black mare smiled warmly at the two fillies, already so bouncy and cheerful and full of life, just like Kira and Delight and Desert. Their herd was suddenly full to bursting with cheerful little fillies.
Odd, the lead mused to herself for a moment. It seems all the foals we get happen to be fillies. Now, how strange is that? However, it wasn't as if Antoinette herself would object. She enjoyed having her many nieces, and her own daughter especially.
"Yes, he is quite big and strong and handsome... in fact, much bigger and stronger and handsomer and older than you," the Friesian said solemnly to Burning Faith, trying not to flinch inwardly at her use of the word "handsomer". Of course, being so young and unworldly, Faith didn't know that she wasn't exactly fine-looking... But she will have to learn eventually, the lead thought wearily to herself with a sigh, wondering if it might have been better, if Faith had been born a colt. After all, looks did not matter nearly as much to stallions as it did to mares... no matter how ugly, stallions could claim both terra and mares, but ugly mares might never be claimed. Antoinette shuddered a bit at that thought, but turned her mind away from Faith's probably very unpromising future.
Turning to little deformed Wonder, Antoinette cast a long, appraising look before answering. "Your mummy will be all right. She just needs a bit of rest, some time alone. You should come and meet your father now. And there will be your half-sister to meet as well, both of you." At the bright little filly's second question, the lead smiled and said softly, "My name is Antoinette."
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Post by Black Magic on Apr 21, 2008 15:39:52 GMT -5
Burning Faith
Burning Faith was silent for a moment; not really understanding what the mare meant by handsomer; but she ignored it and looked at her sister in some surprise. I was her first few strong words; and they had come from her as if she was already grown and wise; not as if she had been born moments ago. Wobbling slightly on her legs; Burning Faith wondered slightly from their side to a near by pool of water; she lowered her muzzle to it curiously and blew at it; allowing the ripples she made with her breath to tickle her muzzle.
Celtic Wonder
Celtic wonder nodded and whinnied quietly. Lifting her muzzle to wards the mare she shuffled her muzzle comically; breathing in the mares scent making sure she would recognize her in future. "A lovely name; OK lets meet daddy" she said turning her head slightly back to where he mother had last been - or where her voice had last come from; unknown to her that her mother had moved slightly onto yet harder ground. |
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Post by flyff on Apr 26, 2008 7:29:59 GMT -5
The mare nodded habitually for a moment before realizing that Wonder couldn't see her.
"Very well," she said lightly. "Faith, come along now, there's a river that runs through the terra, there will be plenty to drink there." Looking over her shoulder every moment or so to make sure that Wonder was not lost, the bulky-built but strangely elegant mare set off at a trot.
She is truly a Wonder, she thought to herself with a bit of a smile. So wise and yet so young, so eerily beautiful and yet so deformed...
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Post by Black Magic on May 5, 2008 12:13:21 GMT -5
A Celtic Wonder and Burning Faith
The two fillies followed the mare devotedly. They remained silent throughout the trip. Wonder followed the mare and she could feel her sister following behind. She knew that she was missing something; but she knew not what.
She let her feet feel the ground and managed to follow the mare without falling or tripping. Unlike her sister who could see where she was going; but kept tripping in her young age. |
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Post by Black Magic on May 5, 2008 12:14:29 GMT -5
ooc: do you want to go into the 'Misty Dawn' thread. Seen as Misty dawn and Cermak are already there.
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