The snow crunches lightly under steady cream hooves as she strode through the entrance to Helovia searching for lost souls to bring to her, home. She snorted that place was not a home, a home was were her family was. Shaking her head slightly angry Parelia kept on moving. The snow was thin under all of these trees, but it was still to much for her taste. The dainty cremello painted Pegasus would have to do something about her living arrangements, but the this tore at her heart. Her loyalties were torn, her love would remain with her heart, Ciceron. 'I cannot stand to live with those insane bastards. But what will happen if I leave Ciceron?' The thought he would abandon his feelings for her scared the poor mare. Dropping her head slowly she sighed deeply her sides heaving as her deep lunges pushed the air away from her. Parelia had been hoping the large dappled stud would become her mate, and bless her with a foal. Hormones pounded through the mare, almost begging for a foal.

While living in the caves she had been around several foals, and her motherly instincts had been driving her insane. She had even felt what she figured was the beginnings of lactating while around all the hungry scared foals. Hell she could still feel a heaviness in her utter, painful and swollen. Once again she heaved a sigh, figuring the swelling would eventually fade and bring her relief, but until then she would leave a slight trail of fluid behind her. A loud screech from her back made the gentle hearted mare pause and bend her neck. A fluffy white chick clutched at her back with sharp talons, her skin was slowly toughening to accommodate her soul-mate's clutch. Penna's sharp beak opened again letting out another screech, titling her head curiously she watched him with honey orbs.

The were not able to speak together yet, but she could feel he was telling her to check around them. His sharp beak snapped together as if telling her to hurry it up. She turned her head back around drawing in the scents around her. Dainty ears pricked as the sickly smell of blood reached her nose. Ever muscle in her thin frame told her to run away, but a voice in her head told her to investigate. 'Maybe someone needs help.' Once again she moved forward quicker now, Penna clutching tightly to her withers. She could feel the scabs opening back up and warm fluid trickling down her side. Her tail flipped in slight aggravation as she slowed to a quick walk.

It wasn't long until she came upon the source of the smell. She lowered her head carefully sniffing before gazing around for the horse who had left this, instead she found a trail where something had been drug. Cautiously she followed the path dished face lowered, her eyes up and bright. The trail ended at a cave. She paused for only a second before pushing her chiseled features into the warmer cave. A gasp of shock shook through her body as she gazed down at a beautiful buckskin filly. Parelia's gaze softened instantly as she look in the newborn, a single curving horn protruded against her head. Her soft warm voice swam towards the filly, "Where is your mother sweetheart? I am Parelia, do not fret I am here to help." Velvety soft lips lowered to nuzzle the filly.

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