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Post by briseis on May 3, 2006 0:21:51 GMT -5
The mistress's lathered bodice traveled into the terra firma on shakey limbs. She saught shelter beneath many lush trees before she allowed her pillars to fold beneath her bulging barrel. Her paper thin nares flarred with great power as she took in deep, heavy breathes. The pain was something she'd never felt before. She knew it was now time to give birth to the foal which had been growing inside of her bodice. She wouldn't let the foal be born without it's father being there. Zanzibar needed to see his son or daughter born and it would be best in case of preditors...
Her mug parted to let out a high pitched call, requesting the presence of the golden brute. Her amber occuli shown the whites as fear and pain struck even more so into her heart. He would need to come soon... Or it would be too late.
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Post by Zanzibar||~||Kaliska on May 13, 2006 1:08:33 GMT -5
The brujo followed her call and found her panting in the glades. Mug straightened, cranium drifting down to nuzzle her cheek. Harks flipped back, orbs trying to feel her pain. A light snort ruffled her cheek fur and the brute stood by her flanks, letting her relax in his presence.
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Post by briseis on May 18, 2006 23:28:37 GMT -5
Limbs collapsed beneath her as the stag came to her side. Her barrel heaved with each deep breathe she took into her lungs. Her pelt was now a dark grey with more and more perspiration forming on her bodice. A few minutes passed and finally her water broke in a contraction. She rolled about a bit until finally the foal began to emerge in it's sack. The minx grunted as pain struck through her entire bodice. As the shoulders passed, relief flooded through the fae.
At last, the tiny foal was all the way out of the bruja. The femme turned herself about so that she could now tend to the foal. It's rich bay coloring shown even through it's wet coat. When the minx began tenderly licking at him, yes him, a small sound of joy was heard through the heavy breathing colt's throat.
Within a moment, the fae looked up to Zanzibar.
M'love, meet your son, Diego.
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Post by Zanzibar||~||Kaliska on May 18, 2006 23:35:21 GMT -5
By now, Zanzibar had backed up to give her her space. When she rolled aobut, he held his tongue in worry for the foal being thrashed about. Manx handled it well and it was a swift delivery. He stood by, knowing mare's temperaments towards there children. When she summonzed him, he walked forward slowly, following her body language, when he was close, his orbs sought permission to approach the foal from her. While he waited for her to answer, he extended his muzzle and spoke gently.
You did a wonderful job m'love, and my heart leaps at it being a colt.
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Post by briseis on May 18, 2006 23:43:59 GMT -5
Her orbs were soft as she looked upon the colt then to the golden brujo.
You may say hello m'lord. He is as much yours as he is mine.
Spoke her tender tones. Mug was dropped to the emerald roots where she let her deep breathes heave in and out of her exhausted silohette. The colt remained laying down, heaving as his mother did so. Birth was not a picnic at all.
The damped minx stood slowly, regaining her balance with support from the stud. Small steps were taken towards the fragile body of the deep tawny colt. Her saber mug reached down to his own tender nares where she blew ever so delicately.
My son...
Came her tones in nothing but a meer whisper.
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Post by Zanzibar||~||Kaliska on Jun 3, 2006 0:54:08 GMT -5
Fragile steps sank in as the brute trailed towards the helpless colt. His mug gently topped it's mane and scrawny ears. Pride welled through is' heart and bod. A nudge went over to Bri as he glanced at her and turned around. The lord walked a few feet and emitted a thundering whinny. His call announced the birth of an heir and he gladly reared, taking it all in.
Let all creatures know I have a son!
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Post by briseis on Jun 5, 2006 12:03:49 GMT -5
The satin attire of the tired mistress was taken forward by her slender limbs. Dainty mug reached down to the colt's rump where the faintest of pressure was pushed against his delicate frame. Tenrils fell over amber ink pools as the frosted fae brought took in the sent of the dark foal over and over again. The tiny prince would need to rise to his feet if he wished to stay out of the canines' strong nares.
It was only momentarily before the surprisingly strong figure rose from the lush grass. His long stalks were shaking only slightly and as he took his first step, his rump fell from underneath of him. The annoyance was shown by his squeaky like snort.
The minx stepped in with a faint push with her muzzle.
Try again my dear.
Came her smoothly spoken tones.
At his mother's words, he again rose to his feet. Cautiously, he took a step forward. Success! He showed his glee with the tiniest of nickers. Bright occuli flashed to the large golden figure. This he took for his Father. His hunger then of course got the best of him and his slowly ventured to his Mother side. His small mug was reached to her under belly where he eventually found her utter. Lips snatched onto the tit closest to him and his first feeding begun.
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Post by Zanzibar||~||Kaliska on Jun 6, 2006 2:18:51 GMT -5
Golden brute was caught off guard by the squeak from the foal. He turned to see him on the ground, but wacthed as he rose again. ranium lowered as he walked towards Brisies She was a wonderful mother, so caring, unlike his own had been. Orbs followed the slowly moving foal. Diego glanced at him and then clamped to his mother's utter.
Zanzbar moved next to Briseis, nudging her nape and playing with her tassles. Soft nips continously caressed her figure. He moved towards her withers, biting them lightly and then swung his crown next to hers. Pools gazed at her, watchign her movements and feeling the light jots at her belly from the suckling colt.
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