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Post by Thoxic on May 19, 2012 17:20:07 GMT -5
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(Birththread)
Isa had never expected that she Gods would actually bless her with another foal, not so soon. But she had. Just a handful of hours ago, when the moon hade just started to go down to give room for the dawn, she had felt the familiar pains. She had felt them before, so the emerald mare looked at her big round belly before looking at the sleeping Risquè, before she turned and started to move away from the herd. She shook her head slightly when the pain hit her, but she moves silently, not wanting to wake the others up, she was always very careful about being nice to the others, even though she was leadmare, Chieftess.
She walked, and found herself almost at the same place where she had given birt to Cyril earlier, just a few hundred meters off. It was protected from sight as long as you didn't knew she was there, and there she laid down, choosing her spot.
It was a painful birth, but not as bad as her first, because.. Well, it had been her first. She could handle it better now.
But it didn't take too long before the pain went away, and before she stood up, she looked behind her, seeing a black, white and green colt. She was a bit surprised to see the green there, but she stood up on all four and turned to the colt and started to lick him clean and dry. He didn't seem to make much noise about him, and his reactions was weak. He seemed.. frail. She prayed to the gods that he wouldn't die, she knew that neither she or Risk would be able to handle that.
When she saw him clean enough, all fuzzy with how she had licked him, she started to nudge him up on his long, thin legs, trying to support his body, that seemed a little weaker than Cyril's had been. But never the less, she loved this babe just as much. It was her son after all, her second son, and he seemed to have her eyes, her coat, his fathers sabino pattern, and odd, green striped over his neck, legs and hindquarters. He was a handsome fella.
While getting the colt to his feet, she could suddenly smell Risquè, she knew he was close, so she gave a small sound for him to follow, so that he could meet the newest family member.
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Post by Pad Thai on May 19, 2012 17:57:56 GMT -5
RISQUÈ & CIERVO
'He is... and he really seems to like you..' Isa said before touching her tender maw to his neck and then helping their son up. His bright green eyes shimmered as he stood on four shaky legs, giving off one cough before looking up to his mother and stumbling over to her for support. He leaned against her, giving a small nicker and nudging her shoulder before looking back at his father with a curious look. Risk nickered to him softly, and the colt tried to nicker back, before turning and starting to suckle.
'Another beautiful son Risquè.. You're good at this.' Isa said with a small smile, and a light laugh escaped Risk's lips. "But they all resemble you, Isa." Risk said softly, brushing her forelock back away from the large emerald on her forehead. He lipped at her nose lightly, nickered and pressing his forehead to her neck, taking in the scent of her and the new colt. "Would you like to name him this time?" Risk asked softly, listening to her heartbeat.
OOC: D'awww oh Risk <3
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Post by Thoxic on May 20, 2012 8:32:52 GMT -5
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Isa nickered slightly when her love cam into sight, and then she turned her head towards the little one again, as the stallion inspected his son. She had now given him two sons, so the numbers was mor even now, he had two daughters and two sons, and she was proud of being able to give him a strong heir, and a good looking second son that would make a good prince too. Not a heir, but a prince nevertheless.
"He is... and he really seems to like you.."
She said softly, brushing her muzzle against Risk's neck and head slightly before helping her son up when he started to stand up on his long legs. She didn't love Cyril less than this colt, but she was glad that he was a bit more mild to the temper, easier to handle after all, even though Isadora herself knew how to handle her almost 1 year old son. He didn't dare to defy her when she raised her ton a bit with him. A mother was always a mother after all, and she had proven more than once that he couldn't scare her with his spines and horns.
"Another beautiful son Risquè.. You're good at this."
She said with a smile when she had finally gotten the little one up on his tiny hooves, a little shaky it seemed.
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Post by Pad Thai on May 28, 2012 20:14:22 GMT -5
RISQUÈ & CIERVO
'He is... and he really seems to like you..' Isa said before touching her tender maw to his neck and then helping their son up. His bright green eyes shimmered as he stood on four shaky legs, giving off one cough before looking up to his mother and stumbling over to her for support. He leaned against her, giving a small nicker and nudging her shoulder before looking back at his father with a curious look. Risk nickered to him softly, and the colt tried to nicker back, before turning and starting to suckle.
'Another beautiful son Risquè.. You're good at this.' Isa said with a small smile, and a light laugh escaped Risk's lips. "But they all resemble you, Isa." Risk said softly, brushing her forelock back away from the large emerald on her forehead. He lipped at her nose lightly, nickered and pressing his forehead to her neck, taking in the scent of her and the new colt. "Would you like to name him this time?" Risk asked softly, listening to her heartbeat.
OOC: D'awww oh Risk <3
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