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Post by Thoxic on Jun 30, 2012 6:10:28 GMT -5
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(Birththread)
This was her third time doing this, her and Risques third foal, so she knew what was up when she felt the familiar pains. They woke her just a few hours after she and Risk had gotten to sleep, the moon hade yet to get to it's highest point, so she walked in moonlight.
She chose not to go to the same place where she had given birth to her two sons, instead she sought out a new place, more open to the moonlight but still protected. It just felt right.
A few hours later, after bearing through the pain she was now familiar with since she had given birth to two beautiful sons, she had a new little life at her feet. While licking the filly clean, she noticed something that startled her. She had stones set in her skin, like her own, but these was a lighter green, they were peridots, a spring green, just like the eyes the filly had. She was so... beautiful..
Isadora didn't know what to say, but the hapiness that filled her was endless. This was her first daughter, and the first of her foals showing any of her mutations except the eyes. Cyril was mutated, but in other ways than her, and he had one emerald green eye. Ciervo had had her eyes too, and green stripes over his body. This filly on the other hand, looked like her, but with silver hair, like Risque, but lighter, almost white.
With just as much pride as with her sons, she licked the filly clean and helped it to stand up. the filly bathed in moonlight, making her peridots shimmer, just like her own emeralds. If only Risque and the others could see them now..
(Whoever can join, but it would be nice if a certain paddeh would want to join with Risque :3 You can throw in one or both of the boys if you want to also, but that's up to you :3 )
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Post by Pad Thai on Jul 7, 2012 16:50:53 GMT -5
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Risquè knew it was time. Isadora had left, her round stomach coiling with pregnancy. Risk paced nervously, his last foal, Toothless really had been something, and Sitka had also had a miscarriage before that, which he still felt it was somewhat his fault. His nares flared, everything seemed too quiet and his hooves made a dull thump against the sand as he watched the creatures flood into the shallows. He couldn't wait any longer, he was too nervous. He trotted into the forest, finding her scent and following it, weaving through the trees as they got thicker. He broke through the thick foliage into a small clearing, looking at Isa's dark form and twinkling emeralds. He stepped up to her, his face shaken before he noticed the other smaller form at her side. Silvery white hair with silvery dapples covering her body. Brown eyes with his with flecks of light green. And gems, lighter then Isa's. Peridots. He sunk to his knees, melting instantly before the little girl. His little girl. Warmth spread through him as he watched her, overjoyed with himself. He turned to Isa, unable to speak, unable to tell her how he felt.
OOC: Short but fun to write <3
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Post by Thoxic on Jul 7, 2012 17:29:38 GMT -5
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Isadora soon noticed that Risk came into picture, like he had read her mind about her wanting him to be there. She had so hoped that he would come, so that he could see his new daughter. He hadn't had any new daughter in a while, but this.. This was their little daughter, their little baby girl.
She watched him as he looked at the foal in amazement, and she met his gaze when he looked at her, and she smiled before turning her eyes to the little one again, licking her a little again, getting her to suckle, like all foals should do as soon as they could.
"I'm going to call her Adora."
She said quietly, smiling, feeling that her heart was so warm and filled with love, for Risk and for Adora.
Adora herself, was confused, just as many foals were when they just were born, she could only follow her instincts, and for the moment, those were to stand up.
Somehow she got on her back feet first, and then she could straighten her front legs and getting up on all four. She stumbled and got down on her belly once, but she immedietly tried to stand up again, and when she finally had gotten the balance, she pushed herself close to mommy, before looking at the big shape that stood beside her, lighter than mother. She didn't know who that horse was, but she made a little sound and stretched out her neck, with her little black muzzle reaching him, and she smelled him for a few seconds, before turning her head to search for something that could ease the feeling in her belly. It didn't take her long to find a tit to start suckle on, and her little white fluffy tail started to wag happily when the warm food filled her.
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