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Post by writtenphoto on Jan 28, 2012 16:58:53 GMT -5
Sage was slightly puzzled at what to do next. She had done what she was told to do when a foal was born. Clean it off with her tongue. Make sure it was breathing.
It was a he.
And like she had thought when she was in foal with him, she had not flipping clue what to call him.
She let a large breath of air go out of her mouth; The rainfall was starting to scare her. It was if it was silently laughing at her. Saying it was going to hurt her foal.
The area she had chosen was near the Auster wood border. Near a cluster of trees she had bedded down and produced him.
Now she was constantly on the lookout around her. A little more observing if she did say so herself.
She almost spooked when the colt started to move his legs, spreading them so he could stand up. He was wobbly, like his legs were like sticks trying to stay up in a position that wasn’t possible for them. She flicked her ears back and forth seeing if there were any sounds. She didn’t catch anything.
Getting up close to him she nudged him.
He fell...
And got up...
Then fell again...
She was starting to question her duties as a mother. Does she just stand here, or help him get up? These thoughts recurred until he had finally stood and started to suckle.
Once he had finished, she stared at him.
Then at the sky.
She made her eyes stray away from the sky.
"Okay Sage, stop worrying about the changing of weather, the colts going to be fine."
Before she let her mind wander, she looked at his small body.
And a thought that came to her when she stared at him.
How in the god’s names am I going to raise a foal?
OOC:Whoo foalie post done!
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Post by Inferish on Jan 31, 2012 21:40:18 GMT -5
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» The weight of he and Mezza's stillborn reached a peak today. He knew Sage would be due, and while he was happy to welcome new life, he couldn't help but feel an emptiness in him at Mezza's loss. It would not leave his thoughts and had threatened his dreams as of late. Nonetheless, he had to see this child of his. His first living offspring (or so he hoped). He didn't dare consider another born dead. Should that happen, he reckoned he'd be forced to remove himself from the throne. His genetics would surely contain the flaw.
» Upon finding the pair, however, his dreary thoughts were swept away. He halted when Sage and the youth came into view and quietly watched. The dark painted champagne foal had already found his legs and Budik watched with amazement. Budik slowly found his own legs and once again began approaching them, moving at a swift trot with his head held proudly. For the moment, he had let his daughter's death slip away. He slowed to a walk and lowered his head as he drew closer and noticed the youth's weary gaze. And at a closer look, Budik could identify the foal's gender. His son.
» Budik approached Sage first and rubbed his pink kissers along her neck affectionately. "He's lovely, Sage." He then turned to greet the newborn, who had, at Budik's sudden nearness, fled underneath his mother and sought shelter between her hind legs. The colt peeked just around her barrel at him. His large brown eyes watched the large stallion with both curiosity and caution. Budik lowered his head and looked at the hiding colt, his eyes gleaming with overjoy. He extended his nose slightly and inhaled the youth's scent, committing it to memory. At the sudden intake of air, the colt tilted his head slightly and extended his nose out, imitating the larger horse. He gave a good inhale as he'd observed and stared at Budik with an unanswered expectancy. What was that supposed to do?
» Budik laughed lowly and gave a good snort. The colt shuffled back and stared in awe, unsure of just what that sound was. He tensed his nose and tried to make the sound. After two unsuccessful tries, he managed a small snort. Budik lifted his head back as he ripped into a laugh. It was remarkable seeing his son watch and learn so quickly! It filled him with a new sense of fatherhood. The colt finally walked out from underneath his mother. He stopped halfway out and looked back at Sage, unsure of himself. He seemed to consider retreating back for a moment before he bounded forward into the light. Budik lowered his head back down and locked eyes with the colt, a smile stretching across his face at the sudden boldness. "Young, little Vasiliy." Budik considered the name a moment and let it roll once more. "Yes, Vasiliy..." The colt shook his head with a snort (his newly learned trick) and gave a small whinny. Budik looked to Sage for confirmation, hoping that she had no objections to the name.
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OOC: It's pronounced vuh-sill-ee. Vasiliy is a Russian name and the name of a Russian sniper back in the World War II days. He sniped a ton of German generals and the movie Enemy at the Gates is about him. -lovesthatmovie- :3
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Post by writtenphoto on Feb 5, 2012 23:34:35 GMT -5
Sage soon emerged out of the spot she had chosen for her birth of her son, Personally, she’d started taking a liking to her sons coat, who wouldn’t like their sons coat? Even if they hated the coat? Obviously, if a mother hated her child’s coat, she would have to change her opinion quickly. A Painted champagne was an interesting coat color, and it made her slightly proud to see a foal this beautiful be her son.
Her son seemed to have certain strength, even being just born an hour or so. Sage had never thought she would be so fascinated by legs now, he seemed to be using them properly, and of course, he was playing around with them also, he was starting to bring up his front leg and brought it down punching the earth with a weak force.
She flicked her ears catching the sound of hooves trotting swiftly towards them. She’d moved over to look at the intruder until she saw Budik, her gaze softened.
Too protective, it was a good action to take through, be protecting of your child, and he’ll live long enough to be weaned.
Her son fled toward Sage’s back legs by the time Budik had reached them. She was greeting with his muzzle running over her neck and the words. "He's lovely, Sage."
The colt had peeked at his Father from her barrel, she moved her neck to watch him and Budik, who had now just lowered his neck and took in the colts scent. Not a moment later Her son had started imitating Budik, already.
The sound of Budik’s snort also made the colt try and imitate him. His nose wrinkled up and his eyes seemed to squint in determination. When he finally successfully did one. Sage smiled, learning a great deal fast was good. It meant he would survive better.
Sage, stop worrying about survival, just go with the flow of raising a child.
The colt cautiously had moved from his hiding spot from Sages legs, Then bounded off.
One learning so quickly was good, and it… She made her thoughts stop when Budik’s voice broke through her small moment of thoughts
"Young, little Vasiliy."
Vasiliy, it flowed into her ears like a stream of water.
"Yes, Vasiliy..."
Sage heard the questioning tone in Budik’s voice.
“Vasiliy.” She let it roll of her tongue too. “Vasiliy sounds wonderful, fitting too.”
Vasiliy, seemed to, in Sage’s mind, whinny in agreement when his small whinny broke through the air along with his small snort.
OCC: LOVE THIS NAME XD So interesting, and i like unusual names also XD
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