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04-21-2014, 12:38 AM
Excitement and joy roared like a mighty lion in the mare's strong chest as she thought of the life her young body would soon bear. This was a time for happiness and love they were, after all, about to become parents. Worry did consume the gentle mare's heart as she thought of raising her baby. The cremello paint had lost her parents before she was even a year old and she had no idea how she was to teach her foal to be model herd members. Fear and doubt wriggled in her stomach like a ball snakes. 'Oh Penna how am I supposed to do this?' She thought softly her mood slipping slightly into a darker state. Shaking her dainty head she turned bright honey orbs towards her dappled lover. His deep voiced answer soothed her worried soul even more than he probably realized. The mare herself longed for her first foal to have wings, much like herself, so she could teach him or her the joy of flying. Pushing her worries away she reached out to try and bump his large warm shoulder affectionately. Her voice was warm and soft, "Of course we'll both be fine my love. Anyway, how could we not be with such a brave and strong stallion around?" She smiled warmly gazing into his bright silver orbs. Her actions might have seemed playful, but her words rang true. The dapple had a brave heart of gold, that beat to protect all he cared for. As she turned to watch the steely stallion a laugh bubbled from her lips as he through up his mighty horned cranium and pursued her. The mare's laughter grew as the tiger cub hopped unhappily from his broad back. Penna divided towards the rock pulling up at the last second to land softly beside Ciceron's own bonded. She let out a playful squeal as warm salt water rained down on her face and neck. Bucking lightly against his nips she sent the water waving away from her like buffalo grass in the wind. Laughter once again poured from her warm velvety lips at his comment for backing away from him struggling in the sucking sand. Once she was a foot or so away way she unfurled her teal and cream wings flapping them wildly in the water forcing the liquid away from herself towards the stud attempting to cover him in water as he had done to her. "Talking"’Thinking’ Words: 407 @[Ciceron] Parelia |
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