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Post by Souless on Jul 15, 2006 10:39:40 GMT -5
Souless slowly walked into the foaling area panting and sweating. She was greatly burdened by the weight of the foal in her abdomin...She found a spot under some trees that looked dark enough and she went and laid down and awaited her mate, Satan's Son.
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Post by Midnight's on Jul 15, 2006 10:44:27 GMT -5
Satan's Son galloped in, and layed down next to his mate. "Is there anything I can do for you?" he hissed.
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Post by Souless on Jul 15, 2006 10:49:39 GMT -5
Sweat drizzled down her forelock. "No. Your being here is enough."She replied in a shaky, and weak voice. She laid her long neck and tired head on the grass and started pushing. Every once in a while she glanced back to see if the foal had left her yet. Finally, the foal lay on the grass behind her and after a while she got up and started cleaning it.
(( colt or filly? and do you want to play it or shall I?))
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Post by Midnight's on Jul 15, 2006 10:51:46 GMT -5
((Filly. I'll play))
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Post by Midnight's on Jul 15, 2006 10:53:16 GMT -5
Satan's Son Helps clean off the foal. He says "What should we name her?" He nuzzles the filly.
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Post by Souless on Jul 15, 2006 10:54:15 GMT -5
((Okay ;D))
After Souless finished cleaning the coal black filly she tried to get it to suckle."What shall we call her m'lord?" She hissed at her mate.
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Post by Souless on Jul 15, 2006 10:57:02 GMT -5
((oopsy...I didn't see your last post....I dunno...I got nuthin )))
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Post by Midnight's on Jul 15, 2006 10:57:58 GMT -5
((Maybe Devil's Fire, if it isn't taken.You choose.))
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Post by Midnight's on Jul 15, 2006 11:00:30 GMT -5
(Or Ebony Chaos. I'm not good with names.)
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Post by Souless on Jul 15, 2006 11:01:07 GMT -5
((That sounds great!!! way better than anything I got...))
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Post by Souless on Jul 15, 2006 11:07:31 GMT -5
I like Ebony Chaos best...
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Post by Midnight's on Jul 15, 2006 11:10:40 GMT -5
((Kay! Ebony Chaos it is. I didn't see your post  )) "I think Ebony Chaos fits her." he says, looking at the black foal. |
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Post by Souless on Jul 15, 2006 11:17:49 GMT -5
" Yes. It suits her perfectly! She smiled at the foal and then rubbed her muzzle alongside her mates neck. She was extremely proud of how beautiful their foal was. It was unmistakable that Satan's Son was her Father. She looked just like him except for her femine features. Souless rested her head over Satan's Sons neck as she watched the foals feeble attempts to get up.
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Post by Midnight's on Jul 15, 2006 11:22:59 GMT -5
The foal struggles, and just as she is about to stand up, she falls down again. She tries once more, this time making it to her feet, and slowly walks over to her mother.
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Post by Souless on Jul 15, 2006 11:28:22 GMT -5
Souless stepped toward her and offered the foal her udders and waited for her to be stronger so that they could travel back to Serpant Stream.
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Post by Midnight's on Jul 15, 2006 11:37:19 GMT -5
Ebony Chaos starts suckling.
((I gotta get off be back in about an hour))
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Post by Souless on Jul 15, 2006 11:39:30 GMT -5
((Ok I do too))
She nuzzled the foal and watched herfor a moment.
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Post by Souless on Jul 15, 2006 13:44:02 GMT -5
" As soon as she's done nursing we can go to Serpant Streams and I can introduce you both to my herd." She rasped, she was no longer as weak and she was ready to travel again. She turned her head once more to watch their beautiful new daughter. Her little legs looked wobbly still and Souless could already see the evil gleam in her coal black eyes. She had to have been the most perfect filly that she had ever seen. Her legs were strait and her head was daintly dished and her neck would have a lovely curve to it as soon as she was a bit older. She was bigger than most arabian fillies her age and she was already looking stronger than most colts her age. There was no doubt about it...she was destined for greatness.
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Post by Midnight's on Jul 16, 2006 10:43:00 GMT -5
The filly gets done with nursing, and starts slowly trotting in circles around her mother.
"Yes, I think she is done, and quite ready to travel." hissed Satan's Son.
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