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Post by Thoxic on May 26, 2012 20:59:23 GMT -5
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Nova & Evangeline
Never had Evangeline thought of it this way, but the sky seemed more beautiful today than any other day, it was just shy of sunset, and you could already see the stars scattered over a sky that darkened more and more by the second. Stars scattered like the spots on her rump.
It was amazing, the young filly was a year old now, and she was growing to be a bold, beautiful filly, probably bigger than her mother, taller at least.
Speaking of her mother, Nova was grazing just a few feet away, from some munchies that she had find on one of the tree roots, her stomach already getting round by her second pregnancy. She was going to have a sibling, a full sibling. It felt a bit weird actually, but fun at the same time, someone to play with after all.
She flickered her black audits and swung that white swishy tail, which was getting longer each day, just as her mane. She was filling in nicely, over a year old now, but she was just as bold, adventureous and playful as she had been when she was little. She couldn't help it.
Nova had followed her daughter out on this little trip, but it was soon due to go back to the safehouse, but Evangeline had been overly fascinated by the sunset and night for a while now, and she herseld had felt a little restless. This pregnancy was her second, but the foal did seem to be more active than Eva had been, she could already feel it move a little inside there, like it was telling her that it was there, even though she wasn't long gone yet. Or maybe it was just her imagination that it was moving, maybe it was too early still.
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Post by Hud Levine on May 27, 2012 14:33:10 GMT -5
 The mangroves were always a welcome sight. They were not only the place of his birth, but he knew he could always find a friendly face there. This time, he found two.
The lead stallion entered the grove knowing exactly who he would see. Evangeline played over to the side while Nova grazed nearby, the beautiful sight that she was. He'd grown to truly love the mare by now. He loved all of his herd but Nova had been the most present in recent months. Amelia had been so sad for so long... His heart wept for her. Rose? He hadn't seen her in how many seasons? He could only wonder about her even still being around anymore. The thought made him frown.
As his mind focused back on the here and now, Hoss nickered at the two to announce his arrival, his black and bron forelock falling thick on his forehead. His signature smile across his face, he couldn't be happier to see his youngest daughter and her mother. His grin widened as he looked to Nova's belly, already showing signs of growth. Hoss not only preferred mares with meat on their bones, but even more so mares carrying his progeny. It made him happy to know that the swamp ways would be carried on as they had for so many generations. The stallion approached Nova and nipped at her poll. "'Ow you ley-deys doin' dis eve-uh-nin'?"
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Post by Thoxic on May 27, 2012 16:12:17 GMT -5
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Nova & Evangeline
Neither of the silverladies was late with noticing the stalliosn presence when he came into sight. Hoss was not a stallion you had a hard time noticing, his flashy colors, the way he walked the walk and talked the talk, he was easy to see in a crowd, and Eva knew her father all too well. She nickered to him before continueing with what she had been doing earlier.
Nova, on the other hand, raised her head, looking at Hoss with a smile as he came towards her and nipped at her hair. She did the same with him, although his mane what that of two colors, hers was just that clean white against her red coat. If he only know just how much she loved him, truly, not only as her lead. She had told no one about it, and it was hard to even admit it to herself, because she knew it would never lead to anything. That was why she was so happy carrying another child of his. If this what was she could do for him, then so be it.
"We're good, Eva just have this fascination by stars at the moment. How is my precious leader?"
She asked, with her soft voice, before stroking her soft muzzle against his chest and neck, just loving the feel and scent of him. She loved to touch him, wasn't it obvious?
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Post by Hud Levine on May 27, 2012 19:11:23 GMT -5
As Nova touched Hoss' chest, he smiled and watched her as she did so. It was special, to be loved. He hoped she knew how important she was to him. How was he? Hoss looked up as if thinking, his lips pursing exaggeratedly. Looking back down at Nova, he replied: "Je me sens bien!" The thought didn't even occur to him that Nova wasn't a native. What did cross his mind was that Eva was yet to learn any of their native tongue. Hoss turned his head to face his black and white daughter.
It had been a while since they'd played. She'd grown up since then. Her frame more resembled her parents' than a filly's. Her mane was growing in and her tail was growing out. The beautiful young girl had fully embraced her homeland and Hoss was thankful for it. He turned back to Nova and moved to her side so he could address her stomach. Leaning his head down, he spoke as he rubbed her side with his pink nose. "Who you in dere? You gunna be un poulain ou une pouliche?"
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Post by Thoxic on May 28, 2012 14:57:20 GMT -5
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Nova & Evangeline
Evangeline had completely gotten her fathers accent, just not as rough, since her mother had another accent, and Nova had kept it. She hadn't been her long enough to change herself in that matter, but you could hear it from her sometimes, that little hint of the cajun accent.
As Hoss touched her stomach and started to ask it things, she just laughed a little and smiled at his little talk to the baby. She didn't know what gender it was hiding, but she knew that she would love it no matter what, just as she loved her daughter. She and Hoss had produced a beautiful foal, they would probably have another one soon.
"I don't know, but it feels strong. I think I'm just imagening it, but sometimes it feels like it's already kicking, even though it's far from close."
Strange, but she was sure it was just her imagination. A foal couldn't kick already.
She resided to just being happy that he was there, and she nipped at his long, two-colored mane a little, a little playful and loving.
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