Waiting for his mares...

[.::Magical::.]

Fyerstrike called for his mares, Rizpah and Sunset and their foals.

[Rizpah||Midnight]

Rizpah galloped smoothly in after him, her movements swift and fluid, hooves beating rythmically over the ground. She saw Fyerstrike and called out to him happily, moving quickly to him and nuzzling him sweetly on his neck and mane. She smiled up at him. "My love..." her musical voice drifted through the still morning air as she played enticingly with his mane. She looked back to the direction from which she had came, waiting for Sunset and her little ones.

[.::Magical::.]

"Welcome, luv. Do you like it?" he questioned happily.

[Rizpah||Midnight]

"I love it." she told him, joy written across her delicate features. She stood close to him, her golden body just touching his. The sun warmed her back and made her golden pelt glow. Her snowy tail swished slowly from side to side and her mane fluttered slightly in the breeze. Where she stood, her elegant frame looked positively regal; her delicate, well carved head held high, slender, shapely pillars still and lovely.

[.::Magical::.]

"You look beautiful, today, Rizpah." he said.

[.::Magical::.]

what do you think?:



(I know the mare doesn't look much like Rizpah sorry bout that)

[Rizpah||Midnight]

(I can make one if you like.)

[.::Magical::.]

(If you want...)

[Rizpah||Midnight]

let me know if you dont like anything about it and tell me anything you would like changed.

[.::Magical::.]

(its cool thanx)

[.::Magical::.]

Fyerstrike glanced worridly around for Sunset, hoping nothing had happened. "I-I need to talk about something." he said quietly to Rizpah.

[Rizpah||Midnight]

Rizpah looked up at him, concern written on her face. "What is it?" she asked him, also in low tones. She moved closer to him so she could hear more clearly and waited for him to explain.

[.::Magical::.]

He smiled. "No need to be worried." Then he quieted. "I-I was thinking, maybe, are you ready for a foal?" he asked, a little embarassed.

[Rizpah||Midnight]

The worried expression fled her face and her delicate features softened into a smile.
"I think I am...yes." she said, her voice sweet and musical, bubbling like laughter. She nuzzled Fyerstrike warmly and looked into his eyes, her own deep and sparkling.

[.::Magical::.]

He smiled. "Well, then...Should we?"

[Rizpah||Midnight]

Rizpah smiled bashfully, but quickly put shyness behind her and smiled up at Fyerstrike again. She nodded, a look of fire in her sparkling eyes. Her silken banner was raised in tell-tale arabian manner as it slowly swayed from side to side. She moved forward, her golden body pressing close to Fyerstrike's.

A foal of my own...

The thought of having her own child excited her. She, like most other young fillies, had dreamed all growing up about the day she would become a mother herself.

[.::Magical::.]

He began to canter, smoothly, away. (breeding grounds u post)

[Rizpah||Midnight]

((Ok.))

[.::Magical::.]

Later he came back, knowing Rizpah would not be far behind him. He slowly came to a halt, then whinned melodicly to her as he danced around in a circle at a two-beat.

[Rizpah||Midnight]

Rizpah entered close behind him at the sound of his musical call. A smile wreathed her face as she moved gracefully in. She nuzzled him sweetly and settled to grazing, thoughts of the future filling her mind.

The weeks, and soon months, past rapidly, each day much like the last; quiet and placid. Rizpah's abdomen slowly grew, as did her appetite. She was practically aglow, humming to herself as she sat in the shade of a large oak tree.
As the due date for her foaling grew nearer, she seemed more and more restless. Not nervous, or anxious, but she felt as though she couldnt hold still. If something was out of place, she had to put it back in place.
she would laugh at herself at the end of the day as she settled down to sleep. She wondered if it was natural for her to feel so nit picky at this time.

"Goodmorning." was her cheerful greeting one morning in her eleventh month of pregnancy. She nuzzled Fyerstrike happily before moving away to graze. She felt like that was most of what she did these days: eat.

[.::Magical::.]

"Good morning, luv." he said happily, but in a slightly drowsy voice. Fyerstrike was quite excited, he had waited for so long, and it was almost time!

[Rizpah||Midnight]

Rizpah smiled back at him and continued grazing. She rose to walk over to the pond when the first pain hit her. She gasped a quick, sharp breath of air, back arching slightly against the discomfort. The pain left as quickly as it had come, and she shook her head and took her drink. She was walking back to Fyerstrike when they came again. She was sure this was it.

"Fyerstrike.....I think..." her words were cut off by a sharp inhalation of breath. "It's time..." was all she said, turning for the birthing place. She needed to get there quickly.