``just B R E A T H E [Hud]

[Scarlette]

Amelia & Roux

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Time had trickled by without the cremello mare paying much attention. She had some form of normalcy brought back to her, after struggling so long to cope with the death of her firstborn. While she still mourned, she had been given another chance and given something to better herself for. As time progressed, she could feel the flutter of new life stir within her ever-expanding girth. Soon enough, the flutter turned into full fledged movement – then out right kicking and churning. Never had she endured such misery with Leon. What did this mean?

For the last few weeks the mare had felt nothing but bruising kicks and nauseating flips, almost as if the child she was carrying was trying to fight his way out of her. The mare grimaced as a bout of rather painful blows came as a wave, no doubt bruising her innards and maybe even a rib. “Mon dieu, you are gonna kill me,” she muttered tiredly as she shuffled about. She hadn’t slept well for days, as her time drew close to finally give birth. The foal she was bearing didn’t want her to rest, it seemed. It was much too lively. Maybe this was Mother Nature’s way of making up the loss of her lost child – by giving her one with double the energy.

Soon enough, however, the painful ripples begun and she knew it was time to move swiftly. With a call out to the swamp stallion who would, yet again, become a father, the mare ducked for safety. This birth, much like her first, was swift. Unlike Leon’s, however, it was riddled with pain and pleas to Mother Nature to help her end the pain. With heavy pants, the mare stood on her wobbly legs to look down upon her second child; a second son. He was remarkably normal looking, on the outside at least. A little small, but Amela didn’t mind at all. He was healthy, and that’s all she could ask for. Upon coming around to consciousness, the colt opened his eyes, staring up at his pale mother balefully. The sight shocked her slightly as she peered down upon him, an eerie feeling overtaking her as one bright blue and one emerald green eye stared back up at her.

It was almost as if as soon as he laid eyes upon his mother, the fight returned to him. Spindly legs flailed as he tried to stand, despite being one minutes old. The mare chuckled as her son fought to stand, making cries of protest as she tried to assist him. She knew she was in a world of trouble with this one, but she did not care. He was alive and healthy...Which was all she could ever ask for.

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Status: Complete
Notes: Mon dieu = "My god" in French
"Amelia Speech"

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[Hud Levine]

The call of a familiar mare reached his ears as he stood at the opening of the Safehouse that day. The urgency in Amelia's voice was easily traceable but Hoss knew what it was about. His newest foal was going to be born soon - today. Hoss let out a call in response reassuring her that he would be there when the time came. The stallion became restless, prancing in place a bit, counting the hoofprints in the cold ground in front of the Safehouse. It was the most frequented place of the Yacare herd and he could count upwards of 100 in the mud but didn't care to count anymore. His cremello beauty was doing the good deed and he couldn't wait to see her. Hostetler waited all the time he could bear and set off in search of his herd's newest addition.

He followed the scent of new life and found them quickly among the Lythracean mangroves. The puzzles of roots all around, the stallion weaved through them, each step artfully taken. He saw his son then, his gorgeous white and palomino babe. His grin shining clear, Hoss approached the two thoughtfully, his gaze dancing from one beauty to the other. Stopping beside Amelia, he pressed his nose into her neck and nipped at her poll as he spoke: "You dun a wunduhful job, mon amour. He's purdy lucky t'have you fo' a mama."

Hoss looked down at his already-rambunctious colt, lowering his head to eye-level with him. The colt reminded him of himself as a baby, though this one was a little rougher. All thoughts of Leon had finally exited the stallion's mind as he looked back into Amelia's emerald green gaze. She was hard to look away from, really. His brown and black forelock tick on his forehead, Hoss shook his head at the beautiful sight. A mother and her foal. Now his progeny had grown from few to many and he couldn't be prouder of any of them.

[Scarlette]

Amelia & Roux

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The more her son fought to stand, the more amused she became. Any attempt to help him was shrugged off, and the palomino colt gave his mother a good hard glare, even if his vision was still slightly unfocused. The mare shook with silent laughter as her firecracker of a son fought, and kept fighting, until he finally stood upon his own four hooves. He stood rather wobbly, but did not fall despite how quickly he had come up to his feet after birth. Amelia was pleased with her son; there was no doubt that this one would outlive his older brother. He had too much fight in him to succumb to death too early.

The mare’s emerald colored eyes flickered over to Hoss as he approached, touching her as he came close. Despite her tiredness, the mare smile at her herd leader and the father of her second son. The palomino colt was technically his third son, but she had no doubts he would love him just as much as he loved his apparent heir. Who couldn’t love the bundle of spitfire they had brought into the world?

“What should we name him, Hoss?” she asked, her green gaze dropping back to the palomino colt, whose blue-green gaze peered up at Hoss with a thoughtful expression. The colt’s expression twisted into one of determination as he took one wobbly step, and then followed by another, before he teetered and finally fell. He let out a cry of indignation, as if he couldn’t believe he had fallen. With flailing limbs, he scrambled to get back up on his hooves before trying to walk again. “He sure does have some fire to him, don’t he?” she asked, chuckling as their son teetered once more, but barely recovered.

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Status: Complete
Notes: xx
"Amelia Speech"

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[Hud Levine]

"Uh fight-uh, to be sho'!" Hoss laughed as he watched his newest son scramble to stand. He didn't remember his first few days, but the stallion definitely remembered his mother telling him how he was as a colt - all over the place. It seemed this little one had gotten it from his daddy. The subject of names always puzzled Hoss. Of course as a native Yacarian, he always preferred that his children be named from the old language. Then again, he never meant to offend if a mother had her own plans. Given the choice as Amelia had just done, Hoss would take the opportunity to put in his word. " 'Is heart is strong, fiery laik de alligatuh's," he cringed as the word escaped his lips. He could not avoid it forever. " 'Is spirit glow red, red wiff stremff." Hoss watched as his son teeter this way and that, clearly not attentive to what his parents were discussing. "Roux," he called to the child, hoping to get a reaction.


OOC: SHORT AND LATE. DDDD: