Title: Wandering....with Another
Description: Wildflower has come
Horsegirl - September 23, 2007 11:32 PM (GMT)
Pain. Pure pain. That's all that the golden mare felt as she staggered into the field, her belly bloated from the foal inside her that was now forcing its way out. Her hide glistened from sweat. She screamed in her agony, bolting forward. Then another sharp pang in her side: the foal kicking. She snorted and stopped. Maybe laying down would help. She let herself fall to the ground gently, tensing her muscles with each contraction. Nares flared, snowy locks sticking to her crest with sweat. This had never happened to her before. Oh, she would kill that son of a gun when he came. If he came.....
sassaboo - September 23, 2007 11:37 PM (GMT)
Indeed, I had been waiting here for some time now. A week tops, to wait for the mare to approach these lands. I knew she'd be here any day now, and finally, my prize from a year ago had a arrived. My, how different she looked in her pain, thank God I'm not a mare. I stepped closer, just close enough to defend my child if any other stallions should decide to come and attack, like Echelon had to my last forced daughter. I let myself listen and watch calmly, unphased by any possible death threats she may throw out at me.
Horsegirl - September 23, 2007 11:45 PM (GMT)
Rose just got a glimpse of a black-and-white horse before she closed her eyes in pain. That'd be Reckless," she thought bitterly, before another contraction made her gasp. Then her eyes rolled up into her head and she lost consciousness.
She woke about five minutes later, covered in sweat. She looked around to see Reckless about five yards away....and a dark, wet mass near her rump. She struggled to get closer and saw it rising and falling. Maternal instincts overtook her and she began licking it, nuzzling it. It was her daughter, a beautiful dun pinto. Her bod was swirled with gold and white, her locks black. She reminded him of Reckless: a memory that would haunt her for the rest of her time with....oh a name, a name! "Wildflower," she whispered. "Your name is Wildflower."
The filly took her first breath, then began to struggle when she felt something wet against her hide. She lifted her head to see a golden and white mare and a black and white stallion close by. She whinnied softly, not sure who they were, but knowing that they were....important. Very important. She sniffed: the mare smelled just like her! {Mommy?} she asked to the golden mare. {Mommy!} She struggled to stand, balancing her weight on four toothpick legs. She snorted and walked closer.
Rose smiled and stood as Wildflower came toward her. "Right here, Wildflower," she said, guiding her filly so she could nurse. She let out a deep sigh, then turned to Reckless with a glare. "You. Are. Dead"
/fin/
sassaboo - September 24, 2007 01:03 AM (GMT)
I couldn't help but grin at her words, tossing my forelock aside to look at her more clearly. I was pleased with our daughter, maybe I should've kept the wretch around for more foals. Nevermind that now, apparently she wants an arguement. "Oh I am? Such harsh words around our beautiful daughter. I thought we made an agreement, and I kept my promise. That, and right after giving birth, you wouldn't have the strength to do anything to me."
Glancing down to the dun paint filly, I smirked, oh won't her mother love to look at those pretty snowy blotches across her golden body everyday? Ha, Rose can't say I didn't warn her.
Horsegirl - October 1, 2007 12:08 AM (GMT)
Now, Reckless did have a point, but she wasn't about to admit it. She lowered her head and started grazing, but then Wildflower started wandering over to him. She opened her mouth, about to call her back, but then stopped. She should let her daughter bond with her father; after all, they wouldn't know each other much if she could help it.
The filly trotted over to the black-and-white stallion that seemed to be having an arguement with her mother. Why would they not like each other? Wait....our daughter. He was her....father? {Are you my daddy?} she asked. {If you are, then why are you and Mom having a fight?}
sassaboo - October 1, 2007 12:17 AM (GMT)
"Yes, I am your father. Parents do that sometimes, expecially when they are seperated parents." Sure, my words may be a bit difficult for her to understand right now, but there wasn't much of an easy way to explain it. I hadn't seen Rose in a year, not face to face at least. Besides, if Rose truely did not want our daughter, she could just as easily wish her away to the fairy tale goblins. Ah, I remember that tale, but it's only a myth I'm sure...Isn't it?