Post by sarasa on Feb 8, 2006 19:09:34 GMT -5
As the sun aligned with the moon, there was darkness that spread across the land. And then there was her. Sarasa. In all her hostile beauty. Calm diposition. The loved child. But who could turn down such a pretty face. The heavens sung their song. Hymn after hymn. Verse after verse. Their tones carried outwards throughout the lands of Lemorsea. The p'tite formation that grew within her for so many months, was ready to be presented to the gods & goddess' of the heavens. The intercepting lineage of a bronc of nobel desires, and a light hearted bruja of seducting beauty. All to come together as one. To flow strong through the babe of him and she. It's name would be...Still not decided. This would depend on the gender and if it survived long enough to make the trek back to their homeland of Edeal. Where she was to lounge along in the meadows, knee deep in flourishing green valley's. Lazing around beneath the basking warmth of the gentle orb from above. The days to come, harsh but rewarding.
The jezebelle stumbled into the secluded birthing area, A thick lather building upon her bodice, barrel swayed dropping heavely to the down packed geo below. Appendages quivered beneath the added weight, shaking rapidly as Sarasa struggled onwards. Opticles rolled wildly. Nothing in her past experiences had ever felt so different. Birth was such a new and exciting experience. She would admit, she was scared. The lather which now drenched the femme from the mid-days warmth began to thicken immensely. Nasal passages flared to a deep rouge tint, inhaling the oxygen, exhaling the carbon dioxide from her air tanks. Her shallow breath came in short, quick bursts.
Why was it so easy to watch the young ones frolick and play, and to not know how it would be so hard. Such a great deal of her energy, wasted on what? The bundle that was to lie upon the emerald stalks. In a heap of nothing. Sorting their way past legs and flailing hooves. All for what. Sarasa was beginning to have her doubts. Perhaps once the thing made impact with the earth, she would strike it quick and easy. Returning to rule over Edeal just her and Kedar. No. No. What would he think. Just a broken heart and deep depression. Another femme was to be waiting when she returned. Or at least to be on her way over. So this is how he wanted to play these games eh? Gather more. It might be a good idea. But then again. Who knew exactly. Perhaps a weak femme he would fetch, or one that was stronger and more determined than she. Perhaps...
The weight was too much, stilts buckled, lower her heavy mass to the emerald configurations. A deep grunt parted her labrums as her barrel rolled the femora onto her side. Flints flung mercilessly into the atmosphere as she struggled to rise. Instantly, a sharp pain ripped through her internals. The bodice of Sarasa became rigid and did not move. She lay there still, her shallow breaths quickened. Oxygenators flared wildly. Optics rolled loosely as she eyed her cage briefly. Curvature swung upwards, dentals nipped against her figure sharply. Stop. Stop. Stop. Another pain struck the banshee. It was too much. Her lather blotched her sun kissed pelt into blotchy, matted messes. On heaping mass of a wreck. What was going on. Optics narrowed to a slits, her mind focused on getting this thing out. And fast.
Moments after, a tiny bundle scrambled upon the emerald configurations. Bright, shiny occuli shone dully as it's first breaths were taken. The tiny dial of the babe thrashed violently, a sharp squeel emitted from it's vocalizations. What was that? And another came. There it was again. What in the world was it? Harks plastered to her skull as she lay to dry. The fragile figure of the babe lay still momentarily, before the looming mass of a larger equine towered above her. The inquisitive mug of Sarasa pushed gently into the babe. Dentals stroke the frame of the foal gently. Grooming it to perfection. Dome bumped the hide of the little one. Urging it to its feet. Stand my little darling. We must go, and quick because predators crouch low in the underbrush. Up now my sweetness. Off we go. The foal staggered to it's feet. Pan pushed instictively to the teats of her dam. Nursing hungrily before they began they journey back to their homelands. Come along.
