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Post by Hud Levine on Apr 6, 2012 20:12:02 GMT -5
"What will be left when I've drawn my last breath besides the folks I've met and the folks who know me. Will I discover a soul saving love or just the dirt above and below me..."
The mare sang quietly, unable to get very many of the syllables out so that they could be heard. Sutton was ailing today and she knew exactly why. Her sides had been growing and growing, her legs aching more and more every day. She was scared. Sutton had never brought another life into the world; how was she supposed to know how to do it right? As far as she was concerned, all hope for this little one was lost with a mother like her. She was so worried for it's life - so worried for what Montegomery would make of a mare like her raising his child. She barely even knew him.
Sutton had never thought of herself as a herd mare, but here she was. She wasn't sure if it was all working out to her liking. The bright girl felt as dim as ever as she hobbled on toward the oasis of Saraph, the fall sun beating down on her lustrous coat just as harshly as it had the season before. The desert's weather didn't shift as drastically as it did elsewhere.
Was it guilt she was feeling? The guilt of taking part in creating a foal who would grow up based on how she raised him or her? Sutton was so worried that her appetite had been nowhere to be found for a few days at least. Not even water looked appetizing, but she pushed it down nonetheless, heeding her brother's warnings about the desert all the time ago.
She reached the clear pond and took a sip or two, getting interrupted by a sharp pain inside. She shirked her head back quickly, a small whimper escaping her lips before gritting her teeth. Her ears were flat against her skull now and probably would be for a while...
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The birth had been slow and labored, leaving the mother in agonizing pain for the whole duration. Once Sutton felt her pain relieved, she knew she was finally done with the whole mess. She took a long exhale before turning to lay her eyes on the one she'd created.
Her eyes widened as she panted, her jaw dropping a little. All that...hair!. Initially, Sutton couldn't help but be flabbergasted. The unusual coat was to be expected, but that hair?! As she took it in, it became more tolerable - almost pleasurable to the eye. The colt would grow to be a handsome fellow, if nothing else. Before any other thoughts came to mind, Sutton realized what had just happened. She'd won against her fears.
HUD EDIT: OOC: Song is here.
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Post by Scarlette on Apr 10, 2012 17:01:40 GMT -5
The stallion hummed to himself as his legs carried him along at a well paced jig. He was content; more than content, really. His herd, still small, was doing well despite its size and the dunes seemed to be stabilized under his attentive care. The cooling weather only seemed to only make his good mood better, for it had become a rare sight to see the stallion as anything less than content. More often than not, he was seen with his characteristic grin splayed across his white muzzle. While his herd had thinned once again, he was still happy with its current state. How could he not be? He was to be a father soon, and for the first time to boot. There was little that could dampen his happy mood.
That was the case until the brightly colored mare that graced him with the blessing of carrying his first child disappeared from his sight. He had grown a tad over attentive as of late, given her late state of pregnancy, but he was unable to stop himself. One day she just upped and disappeared from his sight, which puzzled the painted stallion. He paced his dunes out of habit, patrolling the borders like an attentive ruler should do, while he pondered on the whereabouts of Sutton. Then it struck him, and he felt like a right fool. It seemed obvious to him, upon realization; she had slipped away to give birth, like mares were wont to do when the time came. He felt like a right fool then, for not realizing sooner, especially if she had needed his help.
Scurrying along the dunes without tumbling face first, he quick sought out the brightly colored mare, worry and concern etched across his white face. He should have known better, or at least kept a more watchful eye on her or something. He felt like a useless bumbling baboon at the moment, floundering in the sand to find her. Something made him return to the Garden, which was where he had first found her some time ago. Whatever led him there had been right, for just around the corner he found her, already done with the birthing process now that he had reached her. She looked tired to him, but he figured that had to be normal, given the amount of energy involved. She seemed a little out of it herself, which perplexed Monte, until his own blue eyes landed on the hairy mass at her hooves.
Wait, hairy?
It took Monte a few moments to get past all of the hair on the child. It reminded Monte of a ridgeline, running down the foal’s neck and back in small tufts of various hues of yellow, red and orange. The more he stared, the more he came to terms with it. It matched it – well, him. Patterned and colored similarly to his mother, the colt’s strange appearance just seemed...right. “Well Ah’ll be a monkey’s uncle. Ain’t he a handsome sight?” he said, finally able to find his voice.
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Status: Complete
Word Count: 507
Music: Pandora
Muse: Good!
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Post by Hud Levine on Apr 12, 2012 20:37:43 GMT -5
Sutton didn't have too long to ponder her first child's strange attributes before the other being responsible for his existence made his entrance. In truth, she was relieved he'd found her so fast. Maybe before long she'd look again and find his appearance worrisome. Not with Montegomery around.
Her attention was directly changed to her leader, her banana yellow ears pricked forward amongst her olive green forelock. She felt a smile emerge on her face, though only slightly. Validation was always welcome to Sutton. She loved to be told she'd done something well and hearing it from Monte was special to her. They'd not known each other for too long or really all that well, but he was her leader and that had to count for something. Plus, she had the great honor of producing his firstborn and by the looks of it, the current heir to the throne. It gave her a little thrill just thinking about it. Growing up with a stallion like Rhys for a brother, it was impossible not to have garnered a prideful personality. Sutton decided to put all worries behind her and fully embrace her new family.
The mare shook her mane out and once she finished, the smile had grown exponentially across her grey muzzle. Her dark eyes had a new glimmer - the glint of happiness and the glow of hope for a new life here. Her son was just the beginning.
"What's a monkey?" she said as playfully as she could with such a low level of energy. Sutton gestured for him to come take a closer look...
OOC: Definitely weird. She's gonna be more of a stable character now that she has le baybay though. I mean, as stable as a new mommy can be with a hairy, colorful baby. xDD
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Post by Scarlette on Apr 14, 2012 15:31:17 GMT -5
The stallion couldn’t help the prideful smile across his muzzle – who could, when looking down upon their firstborn? The colt had sat up by this point, eye blinking rapidly as they tried to adjust to the new world he lived in. Lilac colored eyes went first to Sutton, drawn by the colors of his mother’s coat, before being drawn to Monte as the stallion spoke. It was hard not to be drawn to either of the adults; Sutton with her vividly colored coat and pattern, and Monte with his strong drawl.
“A monkey is...well, Ah really don’t know,” he replied, his nose scrunching slightly. “It was a phrase mah Pa used to use, and Ah suppose it stuck.” The stallion gave the mare a shrug-like gesture of his wide shoulders, before his blue eyes turned back down to their son, who was now struggling to stand on his own feet. After a moment of two of floundering as he tried to learn how to use his spindly legs, the colt finally dug them into the sand before lurching up Wobbling slightly, the colt’s eyes then turned up to gaze upon his parents, as if looking for any sort f acknowledgement of his accomplishment. That was, until he wobbled a little too much, and fell backwards, landing on his rump.
Monte couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight of his son, sitting like a dog would do, with a look of surprise and disgruntlement across his face. Lowering his head, Monte got a good hold of the colt’s mane to aide him as he stood again, which also allowed the stallion a good whiff of him during the process. A slight frown creased the stallion’s white muzzle, upon letting go of the colt’s mane now that he was able to stand well enough on his own and had begun to protest having his father help him. Something wasn’t...right about the way their son smelled. There was a strange smell mixed into it, almost like – well, like a feminine scent. That couldn’t be possible, could it? Turning his questioning gaze to Sutton, he inquired, “Do you see anythin’ else unusual about him, Sutton?”
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Word Count: 361
Music: Pandora
Muse: Good!
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Post by Hud Levine on Apr 14, 2012 16:10:06 GMT -5
Sutton nodded with a soft smile at Monte's explanation. His words and voice were so soothing... She'd heard horses speak like him before, but only a few. She and Rhys had visited Yacare before and their hospitality and accents struck her as exceptional, but Monte's was more refined than theirs. Perhaps there were a lot of horses in Saraph who spoke the way he did. Sutton hadn't been all that social since she'd arrived in the desert, so she wouldn't really know.
The vibrant new mother smiled down at the pile of foal at her feet, giggling quietly at his attempts at standing. It seemed so soon for him to start trying, but she knew many stood within minutes. It astounded her, really. She barely had the energy to stand and she'd done it all her life, how could this little life who had barely started breathing even think about using those new legs? She didn't remember her first steps, but she could only assume that with the attitude she had about it now, little Sutton probably resisted standing for hours before standing up, worrying her mother to death. Sutton beamed as Monte helped their new son stand for the first time. It was beautiful to see the handsome stallion take pride in something she'd just produced. It made her feel special, important. It wasn't until Monte's frown that Sutton became worried.
"Do I see anything?" Sutton remarked as she strained to see all of her standing son's features from the spot she stood in. His lavender eyes were perhaps her favorite part of him, aside from the more obvious mutations she'd had the most say in giving him. "No, I don't." Sutton continued searching for what Monte was referring to. His scent wafted into her nostrils as she leaned forward toward him. Curious... Her eyes told her he was male, and yet her nose told her otherwise. "Oh," she said as her gaze drifted away, thinking about the scent she'd just inhaled. She looked back to her horned leader with a bit of a furrow to her brow. "I see what you mean..." Her face looked worried.
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Post by Scarlette on Apr 14, 2012 16:47:19 GMT -5
The stallion was patient, waiting to see if she saw – well, smelled really – what he had caught. Part of him was hoping that it was just a fluke. Maybe some of Sutton’s scent clung to the colt, given that he was just a newborn and more prone to smell like her anyways. A part of him knew, however, that what he had smelled was definitely not Sutton at all; rather, it was a uniquely characteristic scent to their son. Monte’s mind refused to budge from the pronouns of masculine origins, given that there was a clear sign he was more masculine than what he scent portrayed, and there was no denying the rather obvious outward appearances of such.
The colt’s nose crinkled, almost in the same way Monte’s own had moments before as he was re-inspected by the vividly colored mare. It caused a slight smile to grace the stallion’s muzzle, to see such random and small traces of himself in the child. When the colt’s face pinched into a scowl, Monte was unable to resist the laughter that bubbled up. He remembered his own mother having the same expression, often when he or his father had done something to upset her. Clearly the colt did not like being laughed at either, for his protests were clearly directed toward Monte. The stallion’s blue eyes redirected themselves towards Sutton as she spoke. He was silent for a moment, pondering on the meaning of it, before shaking his head slightly. “Whatever it is, Ah don’t see it harmin’ him any,” he replied, his gaze drifting down to the colt as their son took a few wobbly steps. He felt his heart swell in pride, despite the circumstances. “What...What do we name him?” he asked, uncertain of such a thing, given his rather unique trait. Did they give him a male name, due to his predominantly male traits, or would they find another route?
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Word Count: 321
Music: Pandora
Muse: Good!
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Post by Hud Levine on Apr 14, 2012 23:58:12 GMT -5
Sutton was comforted by Monte's decision about their son. He was right; it wasn't harming him. He was just different. Perhaps his scent in itself was another wonderful mutation? The colt's mother was partial to them, after all.
The subject of naming... Such a touchy one, especially in such uncertain circumstances. She looked to her son as he silently scolded his father for laughing at his expense. A smile spread across her face as she thought... A very masculine name would not suit him, she could easily see that. To be named as such would just be strange for him and all he met. His colors, hair, and scent called for something different. Something feminine? Well, maybe not that far. Then again, maybe it would be appropriate under the circumstances?
"How about 'Justine'?" she asked softly, as if hoping her son would respond immediately. It seemed unlikely, seeing as the poor thing know anything yet, but a mother could hope. She looked to Montegomery for a response.
OOC: LOL, your whole first paragraph in a nutshell: he has a penis. xDDDDD
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Post by Scarlette on Apr 15, 2012 0:24:08 GMT -5
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Monte’s gaze returned to Sutton as she spoke, her soft voice drawing him away from the various expressions their son was making. Clearly their child was destined to be very expressive about his feelings on certain matters, and to make his thoughts known. This matter was no different; as soon as the name was uttered, the colt’s lilac eyes shot to his mother. His attention had been demanded by the name, his previous problems forgotten.
The stallion smiled slightly at the colt’s reaction. They were lucky, it seemed, that he took to the first name that was brought to the table. “Well it seem he likes it,” he remarked, chuckling a little. “Ah think it fits him. Justine is as unique as he is. It’s like a perfect match.”
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Status: Complete
Word Count: 129
Music: Pandora
Muse: xx
Notes: We can call this one done, too?
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