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Post by writtenphoto on Jun 2, 2012 12:21:44 GMT -5
Sitka and Iris Sitka took uneasy steps in the sand. She literally felt like a porcelain doll. Her mind was running with things that she could to prevent another miscarriage or anything of the sort.
The mare didn’t think that she could stand for another one. She'd heard of all these mares that’d toughly broken through the way of depression from a miscarriage. But how was it possible? Sitka was scared that her depression would hurt the baby, so she set out to be a happy go lucky. It was helping, but her heart was still numb that she might hurt the baby. It was still there.
Sitka wouldn’t dare run at all. She would trot maybe a bit, if needed so. But no cantering.
Sitka took her head up to the air, her mane lifting up in the fall wind. The air was a bit colder, but the mare knew that the Mainland always did bad in the winter. Sitka snorted, and looked at where her eyes had caught her daughter.
Iris was loping towards her Mother, in a happy way. Sitka smiled back at her gleaming daughter. Iris was almost always happy, but did get discouraged when Sitka lost her last child. She went off and visited someone from the other island. She could tell because she smelled of another scent.
Iris reached Sitka and looked at her round stomach. "Oh Mom, not again."
Sitka rolled her eyes at her daughter. "I'm fine Iris, don't worry about me." She paused. "I'll be fine. Just be happy your having another sibling."
Iris rolled her eyes. "Just be easy on yourself, i don't want you going on a rampage over losing another foal."
Sitka nodded and started walking forward, a small snort coming from her nose. Iris was warning Sitka yet again. Sitka looked to her side, to see Iris walking beside her. Sitka gave a small smile at this.OCC: i suck at titles XD |
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Post by Pad Thai on Jun 2, 2012 14:11:32 GMT -5
Risquè swished his tail, his stony eyes staring off into the distance while Cyril had his back to his dad, his ears pinned. Another fight, Cy just didn't learn. His spines were flared up all the way. "Cyril, you've had your vigil, you are the heir, you need to learn how to act right. You can't have your way every time." Risk said sharply, sighing and shaking his head before lowering it. Cyril didn't move, except for his tail that floated softly in the slight breeze. The spines swayed, sharp pointy ends glimmering in the bright sun. A silence fell between them, the ocean crashing on the beach and rocks the only sound for them, accompanied by distant bird song and a few frogs. A soft light voice flitted to his ears, and Risk raised his head, squinting as he saw two forms approaching. Sitka. Risk turned his head away suddenly, twisting his form and tempted to leave. But they had probably already seen him. He felt ashamed. He had covered her because of his stupid desires, when it was his fault she had had a miscarriage. Cy turned his head, squinting at his father as he saw him recoil. Cy rolled his bicolored eyes, before letting his spines down a little bit and he trotted off towards Sitka and Iris, laying his spines back and shaking his ram-horned head. He pushed his white chest out, prancing forward toward them. He would show his father.
"Hello Sitka, Iris. How is it going today" He asked formally, before glancing back at his dumb-struck father and smirking. Risk powered forward, whipping his tail angrily as he glared at Cyril. Risk pressed his maw to Sitka's neck softly, before his brown eyes looked at her large, un-noticable bulging stomach. Cy looked at his father, questioningly. He knew what had happened. Risk took a step back, barely able to pull his eyes away from her stomach before turning away and looking into the forest.
OOC: Risk is nervous. -pats him-
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Post by writtenphoto on Jun 2, 2012 14:56:29 GMT -5
Sitka and Iris Iris snorted when she saw Cyril. "Mom, those two are fighting again." She paused, watching at the two horses, their backs turned from each other. Iris studied the two, a look of ignorance was on the both of them, their bodies and eyes included. "I hope Cyril shapes up before taking the throne Mom, he needs to listen to Father more."
Sitka only nodded. "I agree, But he is good to disagree with your Father, A good leader must develop opinions. And not just listen to say.... His queen."
Iris nodded, seeing that Risk and Cyril noticed them. "Oh, they've finally noticed us." She said with a smile
Sitka let her body relax as Cyril came over and greeted them formally. "I'm fine Cyril, how about you?" She said bowing her head formally to him.
Iris just nodded her head slightly, showing that she was fine. The young Mare watched him smirk back to Risk who was looking dumbfounded at Sitka. Iris tensed up, seeing the tension between the two males. Iris moved closer to Sitka, both of their shoulders touching.
Sitka nuzzled Risk when he touched his maw against her neck. Risk took his look at Sitka's stomach. Not letting his eyes look anywhere else for a few moments, then he looked at the forest. His step back seemed like a mile away. Sitka let a smile come from a comforted sigh. Making her body go calm. "Risk, don't be like that." She stepped forward, and dipped her head, nuzzling the base of his neck by his chest. "Your going to have another child. So don't look at the forest full of doom and gloom." She joked to him
Iris watched Cyril's spines, she'd gotten used to the strange things her siblings had. She wouldn't be surprised if the child Sitka was carrying would be diffrent. But there was still that little spark of hope that she would have a normal sibling that she could have following her like a little duck. |
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Post by Pad Thai on Jun 9, 2012 14:58:53 GMT -5
'Risk, don't be like that,' Sitka said softly, nuzzling the end of his neck. 'You're going to have another child. So don't look at the forest full of doom and gloom.' She said, slightly jokingly. He turned his head sharply towards her, and Cyril stepped back, sensing his father sudden anger. "Doom and gloom? You think this is a joke? It's my fault the last foal-" Risk broke off, unable to finish as he stepped back, anger surging through him. His head ached slightly, from where he had hit it that day. The day they had found out.
"Father." Cy said crisply, touching his maw softly to his father's shoulder. Risk shoulder twitched, and he side stepped. He released a breath through his nostrils, swishing his tail. He stared stonily at the sea, and Cy tried to relax his spines that had flared up in the sudden awkward tension. He didn't know what to say, and he knew Risk wasn't going to say anything soon.
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