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[atrb=border,0,true] [style=width: 500px; height: 700px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 0px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 12px; text-align:justify; color: #333; line-height: 99%;] (Birththread) She hadn't known that there would be such pain. She had never felt anything like it, it was horrible and she didn't know how to cope with it. It had started yesterday and it had only stopped for short periods of time, she had barely been able to get any sleep last night, and she expected none this night either, because she knew what was going on, even though she hadn't experienced it before. Her body shook with pain at every little contraction as she walked away from the herd to get some privacy. She really didn't want the other to look at her right now, especially not Risk. Since he was the father of Iris, he was probably not worried about her at all, he had to know what was going on since she had been in pains since yesterday, and now at late mid day she moved away from the herd. She walked quite a bit and tried to concentrate on just walking and looking for a suitable place to lie down, somewhere where she would feel safe giving birth to the foal, somewhere no one could see her. She found a little clearing in the forest with a bunch of rough rocks sitting at one edge of it, creating a high wall that would provide safety for her. So it was there she stopped and bent her legs to lie down at the soft ground. She flickered her ears to hear her own heartbeats, her own breath, the sounds around her, she could hear the others in the distance, she was about a mile or so from the herd, and isolated by trees. If anyone tried to walk up on her she would chase them away, except from Risqué maybe, but she was reluctant to let anyone see her like this, she had to be strong, she was the royal wife. Hours past, the sun was setting at the horizon, coloring the sky in an array of colors, with stars starting to show at the darkest parts. Her own emeralds glittered faintly at the little light that reached her in that clearing, and by now she was laying down at her side, answering to every instinct in her to push. So she did. Not even once did she make a noise, she clenched her teeth together to be quiet and calm. When the pain suddenlt went away, she took a few deep breaths, waiting for it to return, but it never did, it didn't come back, and when she felt something move behind her, she raised her head, coming to lay more on her stomach. The reason for all her pains laid behind her, a wet little creature gasping for air, so she followed her instincts even now and started to clean the little dark colt, her baby boy. She was soon done with the cleaning and by then she felt strong enough to get up on her feet again, and she started to help him up too, and it was now that she noticed hos unusual features. Little dots just in front of hos ears, little black, shiny spots. She didn't know what it was but it was definetly not natural, so he couldn't be a normal foal, he was mutated. the dots along his back also told her that, but those wasn't completely flat either, they were a little more rounded, but they hadn't hurt her when she had been in labour it least, but they had been very uncomfortable. He was a blue roan, the same color as Risk, but darker, and with dark mane and tail, he was very handsome. She felt proud of her son, her first born son, her and Risqués.

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[atrb=border,0,true][cs=7][bg=717e7e] "Risk Speech" Risk Thoughts Text Risquè's ears flicked back, his eyes looking across the beach as he pawed at the ground. It had been about a day or so since he had last seen Isadora, and he couldn't stop but to think about her, yeah, the other mares good, but Isadora was special. The cheiftess. And though they had met not to long back, there was something between them. Some special connection, like they were meant for each other. He remembered his days as a foal, always wanting to go talk to her, but not having the guts to do it, and his stomach still constantly fluttered when he thought about her, saw her, the emeralds scattered across her lean ebony body. The wind ruffled his forelock, and he turned sharply, thinking she probably wouldn't give birth on the beach. It was a little cooler in the forest, as he glanced out and back at the whale bones before cantering deeper into the forest. He reached the stone basis, which was low because of the heat. He strained his neck down and lapped up a few sips before lifting his head and trotting off, looking at the ground for tracks, or a slight hint. But to no avail, he didn't see any, and so on he searched. Where is she? Suddenly a scent hit his nose- an unfamiliar one, and he turned, brushing past trees as his nares flared, his audits pricked forward. He stood his full height, peering ahead. There! His heart fluttered as he saw the small form at her feet, and he relaxed his stance, nickering softly to alert Isa of his presence. A... colt. The heir, the one who would take over the island once he grew old. His stomach jumped, his mind racing. Their first foal! He was overjoyed, and his heart raced against his ribs, the only sound except for the ruffling leaves. It was a blue roan like him, yet with black hair. He had a large, emerald shaped white marking on his chest, and one emerald green eye. Two large spots upon his head suggested something else, and as he looked even closer, smaller pointed spots along the spine and randomly placed among his body, also at his fetlocks. Risk walked up to Isa, running his maw along her neck, "Isa... he's amazing. Just like you. I was starting to get worried about you..." Risk said softly, turning and looking into the foals bicolored eyes. Risk nudged his neck, before turning back to Isa and placing his forehead against her neck, her scent filling his nares."Do you have a name?" He said, thinking how much he had missed her, and she had only been gone a few days.... . 465 Words Comments- -hugs thox- CYRIL <3333 Status- Finished Muse- Super high For- Thox // Isadora

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[Thoxic]

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[atrb=border,0,true][cs=7][bg=717e7e] "Risk Speech" Risk Thoughts Text 'I'm sorry that I made you worry about me, she said softly, and he whickered lowly, nuzzling her neck. 'I thought you could name him, he's your firstborn son after all...' she said, and he drew his head back, she was letting him name their son? The heir... his thoughts pondered the small colt, who had just stumbled to the ground again. Risquè watched him slowly pull himself back up, tripping over to Isa and bumping his small maw against her stomach, watching Risk with big eyes. Risk bellowed a laugh, looking at the small figure bound forward to face him, standing tall, his small chest rapidly moving. The colt snorted, shaking his head and Risquè lowered his head, as the colt pinned his ears. Risk pinned his ears also, snapping his teeth with a low grumble. The little thing had no manners. "Cyril." One singe word and the small colt cocked his head, his audits flicking forward. His small tail flicked, and he snapped his teeth as Risk had. Was he... mimicking him? Risquè stepped back, annoyed with the small colt, raising his head. The colt pinned his ears, huffing and standing in front of Isa. He bared his teeth, letting out a small whinny. Risk held back his laugh, so he thought Isa was his? "Little one, you are not the boss of me- more like, I am the boss of you," Risk said with a small laugh. The colt snorted in frustration, nipping at Risk's shoulder. Risquè pinned his ears, grasping the small colt's skin at his shoulder, his teeth easily pinching the skin, even a little to easily as the taste of blood filled his mouth. He drew back his head, horrified at what he had just done. Cyril squealed, lashing out at Risquè with his front hooves and Risk just got more pissed. He had no sense of anything on this island. --- Cyril rubbed his small maw against his shoulder, glaring at the big blue roan who was returning the favor. "Leave us alone." Cy hissed, and a deep laugh came from the stallion. "Mother, please make him leave." Cy said, looking back at her. Who was this stranger bursting in on them? He didn't like him... not one bit.... . 392 Words Comments- Bahaha, Cy doesn't know it's his father xDDD Status- Finished Muse- High For- Thoxic // Isadora

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[Thoxic]

[atrb=border,0,true] [style=width: 500px; height: 700px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 0px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 12px; text-align:justify; color: #333; line-height: 99%;] [style=overflow: auto; padding-right: 5px;] Isa watched as father and son was watching at eachother, and she could almost see the thoughts of both before the colt started to show that he lacked both shyness and manners. He seemed to not like Risquè, perhaps because he didn't know who he was yet? This was a probably the case, but it could also be that the colt was a bit protective, as he moved in to stand before her. But the name that Risk chose for the foal was fitting, despite the fact that the colt, Cyril, tried to nip at his father. She wasn't surprised at all that Risk bit the little one, that was something that sometimes had to be done to the little ones, to learn them, she had been corrected many times as a filly, sometimes for being disobedient, but mostly for being 'ugly', according to her mother and the others. She didn't thought of Cyril as ugly, but he sure did have to learn some manor, and she was the one to learn him. As Cyril asked her to tell Risk to go away, she just laughed and brushed him with her muzzle, pushing him back towards her flanks, away from Risk, away from standing between them. "He's your father Cyril, and your king, your chief. You are to be obedient of him, and he will treat you well if you are." her calm voice was soothing and soft, and she gave her son a lick on the forehead, between the ears and the dots that markes where the horns eventually would break through the skin and grow. But she was serious, she would teach her son to be nice, but she would never be cruel, and she knew that Risk wouldn't be either. A strong willed foal would do well as an adult, but even they had to learn that manners were to be followed.

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[atrb=border,0,true][cs=7][bg=717e7e] "Risk Speech" Risk Thoughts Text 'He's your father Cyril, and your king, your chief. You are to be obedient of him, and he will treat you well if you are.' Risquè looked down at Cyril, watching his facial expression change from anger to shame and then to neutral. Risk snorted promptly, nodding his head, his gaze still hard. "I will not be treated with disrespect." Risk said sharply, flicking his tail against his hindquarters. Cyril would not meet his gaze, yet mumbled a sorry. Risk stepped forward, fondling Isa's petite head, nuzzling her cheek affectionately. He rubbed his forehead against her silky mane, listening to all three of their deep breathing. He was so proud... despite Cyril's stubbornness, he was perfect. - - - Cyril looked up at his mom, 'He's your father Cyril, and your king, your chief. You are to be obedient of him, and he will treat you well if you are.' He was his... father? A wave of shame flooded his face, yet he wiped it away, he would not let his parents see that. "Sorry...." Cy mumbled, not looking in his father's eyes. He shook his pelt, his stomach grumbling lowly. Cy leaned against his mother's warm pelt, taking in the shiny spots along her scattered across her. His eyes twinkled, looking at them shimmer and shine. He reached his neck, touching his tiny maw to the stone. It was unfamiliar, what was it? His father didn't have any.... Cyril lowered his head, watching his father fondle his mother, and he rolled his eyes. He stepped forward, butting his head against his father's chest teasingly. His father stepped back, butting his head against Cy's shoulder, and a small laugh bubbled from Cy's lips. He reared up, placing his forelegs against his father's stomach. His fluff of a tail wagged like a dogs, and he nickered softly. His father touched his maw to Cy's legs, and Cy dropped, shaking his head and laughing. He trotted- stumbling- over to his mother, reaching for food. . 343 Words Comments- Yay, less stubbornness xDD Status- Finished Muse- High For- Thoxic // Isadora

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