New Life . [Acantha] // Open/Red

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Shaelir looked down upon the smokey black foal, newly born and blinking in the sudden light. She had a bald face, and Shaelir nudged her softly, smiling. Her first foal, Goer's first foal. Their first foal. She liked that sound of that. The foal was beautiful, truly, and the foal looked up at her, smiling. Shaelir's eyes gleamed, this couldn't be better.

Shaelir walked through the golden trees, the foal bouncing at her side- it had been almost a week since she was born, and the foal was already up and exploring, out to make Shaelir worry, yet she loved her. She knew this foal was perfect- just like Goer. And that's where she was headed now, back to Goer. She knew he should see the foal- she knew he would want to see their beautiful daughter. Shaelir reached back and nuzzled the foal, who bounced along happily, orbs scanning the trees quickly, flashing all around. Shaelir laughed softly, knowing she seemed like that type to be a daddy's girl. Shae trusted Goer enough to let him meet Acantha at this age- she knew it'd be perfect once they saw each other.

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Birthing thread - Finished

Open/Red

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[bg=090909][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=border,0,true] » He had been expecting at some point Shaelir to once again show herself; his last glance upon the mare was with her body round with pregnancy and his pride swelling to enormities of this claim to the mare. He had spent much of his free time around the cream colored mare, Cinderella and his colt who had proven to be an odd looking foal, his first reaction at seeing the offspring was surprise of not slight alarm, but he was proving to be a fit generation of his bloodline. Like any he left the over-all care of the colt to his mother, and he would expect no different from the foal from Shaelir, yet seeing as that it was a filly being brought before him Goer felt somewhat a softness in his chest; the first of his fillys. He watched a moment from a distance the interaction between both mother and foal; observed her behavior and looked upon her with a sense of pride as he did all his children. The filly was black in color was well inheriting some sort of his facial markings and he could envision her once matured. She would be a sight once of breeding age, one in which the local stallions in the herd would fight over for rights to claim her. » He observed her prance about her mother while looking around with an expression not of worry or caution, but curiosity and question; question whether or not she could leave the side of her mother, venture out more into what was seemingly a safe place to venture. Acantha eyed her mother from the corner of her eye, watching for the moment she could move further out if only step or so, explore the new land she had been brought to. » He watched a moment more before coming into view, lunging slightly at the filly as she had started to move forward--warning in his body language that demanded to be obeyed. "A close eye shall need to be placed on this one." Running his dark eyes over the filly he allowed a strained, but soft smile to curve at the edges of his lips causing Acantha to step back beside her mother unsure of the larger creature before them. She wished to avoid the stallion unknowing of his relations, but her hopes her pushed aside as he lowered his head to her in an almost friendly manner. » "Tell me...what is she called?" He lifted his eyes to Shaelir in question.

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[atrb=border,0,true][cs=7][bg=340e0a] "Shaelir Speech" Shaelir thought Text

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Goer lunged out of the trees, causing Shae to pin her ears and step in front of Acantha. He stopped, looking at the foal. 'A close eye shall need to be placed on this one,' he said, before smiling softly. Acantha stepped back into Shae, ducking her head slightly. Shae reached down and nuzzled the small foal. 'Tell me… what is she called?' He asked, looking at Shaelir. She stepped forward, the foal lingering at her hindquarters. She ran her soft maw down Goer's neck, grabbing his mane and pulling softly. "Acantha. Little darling Acantha. Our first foal," Shae said softly, her eyes twinkling as she placed her forehead against his mane. She nuzzled Goer's neck, as the foal started to nurse, still eyeing Goer warily. Shae laughed softly, glancing up at Goer and smiling.

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Comments- Sorry it's so short :L
Status- Finished
Muse- Low
For- Red/Goer

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Goer && Acantha

He returned the small showing of affection; softly nuzzling the mare while looking down at the small foal who still eyed him from his earlier correction. "Acantha..." He let the name roll of his tongue, rolling it around in his mouth and nodding his head in approval of the name for his first daughter; she looked up at Goer with slightly wide eyes as she heard her name from his mouth, but noticing her mothers' affection for the stallion she felt the pull to move closer. Ours? This was her father? He was so much taller and she marveled at his size and almost like some switch within her brain she flashed a large smile to the stallion. "Father!"

Goer looked down in surprise as the filly shouted at to him, but he grinned feeling a bit lighter; Coeur was already older than Acantha and already off running around the forest grounds. Goer was finding himself trailing after the young colt more often as his curiosity began to grow. He was almost a trouble maker among the herd and it was left to him to raise as his mother had gone missing. A thought entered his mind then, looking at Shaelir he tilted his head in curiosity. "I believe she should meet her brother soon."