Wash Away (Paddeh)

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Sitka stood in a tide pool, and it was raining. Not a strange type of weather for winter on the islands. Her head hung low, and her mane was plastered to her neck.
It was today that she had found out the foal she was carrying had died. She wanted to do something to get out of this glum feeling. But nothing seemed possible, when she felt this emptyness in her stomach.
She didnt dare lift her head, but the scene replayed in her mind over and over. She went into the trees. And did what was done. By the time she was done in the trees, it looked like murder. A cold-blooded murder.
Swirling around Sitka's feet was the blood that was on her legs. From laying down in the water swamped leaves. The un-devolped child laying in the leaves. Sitka had carefully pulled leaves over the child, She dragged the child into a dip into the ground, in which she scrapped dirt ontop.
Sitka felt her eyes start to grow watery, the rain concealing it very well. She still had the traces of the blood on her that she didnt have the strength to clean off yet. Some on her muzzle, and her stomach, which didnt even reach the water... despite that she was carrying a child a mere few days before.
"Damn you Gods, Damn you. You and your ways of taking children from their mothers!" She said loudly, her head still low.
"How dare you take my child away from me!" She cursed to them in the air.
Her words became blurred with the choking of her tears.
"Just leave me and my children alone you stupid gods." She said under her breath

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[atrb=border,0,true][cs=7][bg=717e7e] "Risk Speech" Risk Thoughts Text Risquè flicked his ears back, his eyes darting around sharply as the rain started to patter down upon his back. He flicked his tail sharply, pawing the sand. It was time for the daily rounds, and he took off at a canter, turning onto the beach and letting his hooves dig deeply into the sand. He closed his brown eyes briefly, enjoying the cooling rain on his face. He tossed his crania, whipping his tail in a circle playfully and bucking. Sometimes it felt good to be alone, relieved of the stress that was upon the herd. He opened his eyes, pricking up his legs and kicking the sand around. He slowed as he approached the skeletal whale, and he lowered his head in respect of this sacred place. Risk picked up his canter after he passed, nodding at the herd members as he passed. Next for the tide pools. Risk turned, spraying sand everywhere as a small laugh escaped his velvety lips. The rain was now pouring and it plastered his mane and forelock to his pelt, and his tail clung to his leg in strings. He pranced forward a few steps before seeing Sitka. Pain suddenly struck him and he stopped dead. Something was wrong, very wrong. Risk walked forward slowly, silently, his eyes flashing in pain. What was wrong? What was wrong? Panic ran through his veins as he lowered his head. Blood was smeared across all of her legs and along her stomach. It was splattered across her muzzle and neck. Who had done this? Risk stopped, horrified. She stood in one of the tide pools, which blood floated around her. Her head nearly touched the brim of the water, and he walked up, running his maw along her hind quarter and her stomach before stopping next to her. "Sitka?" His voice came out strangled, restrained. He could feel the depressed mood around him and his heart wrung. That's when he realized it- her stomach was smaller. The foal. Where's the foal? Risk brushed his maw against her neck. He could spy the tears in her eyes, even past the pouring rain. His own eyes stung, and he turned his head to look at her. "Where's the foal?" Risk asked, but, was it time for the foal already? . 392 Words Comments- D: Status- Finished Muse- SOHIGH For- Written // Sitka

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The mare lifted her head a bit, flicking her ears a tiny bit, hearing the sound of her Kings hooves.
The despair of sadness took over her mind quite fast. Depression quickly taking over her mind. I'm tired of acting so happy all the time. I hate this feeling of despair, she thought.
Sitka blew air through her nose, watching the water ripple before her eyes.
When Risk ran his muzzle across her hing quarter than her stomach, She flinched when he touched her stomach.
The question of where's the foal? echoed in her mind. A hollow reminder of what she had lost.
"She's in the trees." She said quietly. Her tears no longer making her voice choke up, they just drifted from her eyes, a reminder of what she lost.
Yes, the little form was that of a filly, she made sure to check. She could have given Risk another Daughter, to be proud of. A full sister of Iris. A sister that Iris could teach her the ways of the islanders. Help Sitka escort her sister to the vigil.
Thinking of this made her stomach feel even emptier.
She stared at the water, afraid that Risk would be ashamed in the way her body had reacted to his child. What had gone wrong? She carried Iris quite fine, a quite joyful pregnancy if she did recall. And when that tiny form finally stood up, Sitka could see herself grow proud of what this foal would do. Would she show her own children to Sitka? A proud smile glowing on the both of their faces..
Would Iris even be able to carry a child, instead of expelling it out of her body like Sitka?
Sitka closed her eyes, hoping that her daughter would do better than her. She didn't want her daughter to go through things like this. It wasn't right to put a Mother through. Not right at all

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[atrb=border,0,true][cs=7][bg=717e7e] "Risk Speech" Risk Thoughts Text 'She's in the trees.' A simple statement. So full and dripping of sadness. Why was she so sad then? "Why isn't she with you then?" Risk asked softly, noticing how she flinched when his maw touched her stomach. He stepped back, looking at her curiously. This scene was so depressing, but how was it? A small flicker of his lips and he turned his head, looking into the forest. But then he realized, the blood, Sitka's early "birth", the depression... the blood. The blood. Risk stepped back abruptly. "What? No, no no no." his voice constricted and garbled. Tears sprung into his eyes and his knees shook dangerously. She... she had lost the foal. He couldn't force himself to say it, but he knew what had happened. A miscarriage. It wasn't her fault, she had carried Iris just fine. It was his fault, covering all these other mares. His own damn fault. He dropped to his knees, and they scraped against sharp rocks and cut them open, stinging like no other. He winced, and a sharp sob escaped his throat. Tears spilled down his own face, and his eyes glazed over in pain. Deep, full, strong pain that tore at his heart, slowly, slowly, the guilt on him from now till forever. It pilled up inside him, weighing him down. His body still shook and the rain felt like needles pricking him over and over again now. It was all pain, he felt as if he would never be happy again. His body still shook, his frame felt as if the slightest wind would send him to pieces, shattering and blew into the wind. He kept himself on his knees with all his strength, he barely could. . 298 Words Comments- :(((( Status- Finished Muse- HIGH For- Written // Sitka

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The simple words took Risk a little bit to understand. But why is she not with you, made Sitka close her eyes, her muzzle touching the water now. Just get it already, just do it, get what I'm saying. She thought to herself.
He then suddenly got it, the No's pierced her heart. And all she could think of right now was to drown. Drown and be eaten by the sharks that wait in the waters for crossing horses.
Sitka picked up her head quickly in fright when a plop sounded of Risk's knees touching the tide pool. Sitka peered over to see his knees cut up, and bleeding into the pool.
Tidepools are my best friend, Sitka thought.
I played in them as a foal, I played in them with Risk too... I'd even taken my daughter here, in the first week of her birth.
He was trembling bad. Just like Sitka was when she realized that her body had killed something, killed her own child.
"Risk." She said, her voice starting to quiver.
"This is not your fault." She paused, feeling a lump starting to form in her throat. The tide pool was swirling with the blood of both of them.
"It's my fault, my body..." Sitka was about to go off in a great rant about how it was her body, incapable of bearing a child. Would that mean Iris was an exception?
Sitka felt the waves of grief fall over her mind. But there was another grieving with her. And there was no use wallowing in grief alone. Sitka gently moved her trembling feet. Over to where Risk was kneeling. The blood that had swirled around her legs now being mixed from the sudden movement. When she reached him, she dipped her head. Closing her eyes, she moved her head so that her jaw was touching the base of his ear. Don’t cry, please don’t She pleaded in her mind. It will make it worse. Just please don’t

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[atrb=border,0,true][cs=7][bg=717e7e] "Risk Speech" Risk Thoughts Text 'Risk. This is not your fault. It's my fault, my body...' A hysterical laugh escaped Risk's maw, and he shakily turned his head to look at her. "Your fault? No, you carried Iris just fine. Because... she was my first foal. It's my fault.." Risk couldn't finish his sentence, biting his lower lip that quivered. His fault for covering all those mares. And it had just gotten worse, Risk had decided that the appendages upon Lia's withers were wings. Wings! His head dropped, his knees burning and screaming at them, the coral cutting deeper and deeper. They were tainting the fresh water of this beautiful tide pool, and blood swirled around them. It wasn't right though. Why had this of had to happen? His knees cut deeper and deeper, cutting into his soul, the grief falling upon them. He was a monster, a monster. Would he not be able to have foals anymore? Forever in eternal shame. His brown eyes closed softly and his body shook and leaned, falling into the tide pools side and scraping against the intensely sharp coral, tearing apart his side as he slid down slowly. He winced, forcing his mouth shut to keep the scream inside of him. He heaved himself up though, slurring no over and over again. This isn't true, this isn't happening! He screamed, and screamed, furious at himself. He reared up, bloody water spraying and splattering against his dark pelt. Blindly, he ran towards the forest. He found himself hurling towards the ground as it rushed up to meet him, his jaw connecting hard. He felt no pain, was he finally free of his damned body? It lay limp in a pile, his mind and world going black. . 301 Words Comments- unconscious risk is sad D: Status- Finished Muse- Medium/High For- Written // Sitka

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Sitka would have thought that everything that was happening at the moment would have been too dramatic if she wasn't in this position. But it wasn't, the two were grieving for the loss of a child. And Risk... was hurting himself.
The mare yelled over the rain. "Stop hurting yourself! It will make it worse! Stop!" Her words becoming louder as she spoke them, it didn't raise her courage at all. It was simply meant for Risk to stop doing these things to himself.
When he started to move, Sitka had move back. His rear, spraying blood tainted water all over her. And he was gone.
She walked out of the water, her tail sticking to her hind legs.
She'd headed out of the water, walking towards where his tracks were leading to. Don't kill yourself Risk, don't
"It's not your fault, its not your fault." She said in a hurried frenzied nervousness in her crying. She kept repeating it over and over, her words getting blurred together.
When she finally found him, he was laying with his eyes closed, and his breathing hinted that he had passed out, and probably by ramming his head into that rock.
She shook her head, and look down at the King in a frenzied Nervousness.
"Oh, please just be passed out." She said, her neck coming down to examine his head. She wasn't a healer, but she couldn't leave the King alone. He could die... And if he did, Cyril... At that age... Who would guide him?
Sitka let her head come up to look around. Someone that she could yell for help..
But not even a hoof sounded or a nicker. Sitka looked at Risk one more time, Before getting on her knees and laying down in a huff.
It might be embarrassing if he really isn't hurt, but to not take action if he really is or was would be stupid and you might as well count yourself out of being a herd member. So she brought her motherly instincts out of her body for him, licking his neck, near to where his jaw connected to his neck. And all she could think of was. This better not be the day I lost two of my family.