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05-12-2014, 10:33 PM
The stud had been on his way to check on his mare, to see how she was coming along with their foal. The beast was not worried in the least if she had already given birth to his spawn yet, but he did want to see the baby for himself. He had been walking most of the way, but now he moved his massive alabaster frame into a smooth rocking lope. He had never been to the Hidden Falls, but the huge stud had two mares in the herd that would bear his children. He scoffed slightly as he moved easily over the land. Kiara was small, maybe to small for his kids, but it was to late now. Her beauty and gracefully movements had rendered him helpless to his natural desires. Delinne on the other had was closer to his height, but still lacked the large physique he longed for. 'Are all the mares in this land short and fragile?' He wondered silently. His thoughts were interrupted however, by a scream. Delight spread through his frozen heart and he picked up the pace, pushing his stout body onward. Soon he found the Falls, and lucky for him, the mare was right on the edge of all the difficult paths. He stood back watching as Kiara lay panting two foals at her side. He had watched the first born stand on his own, drawing a smile to his maw. He was just about to move towards her, when another mare came sprinting forward. He watched quietly while his mares stood before him. Drawing a deep breath, and himself up at the same time he forward. His strode towards Kiara first allowing his thunderous voice to bubble from his warm lips, "You have done well Kiara, I like the boy's name." He lowered his horned head down slowly and lightly touched her sweaty side, before turning his attention towards the foals. Before inspecting them he cast a calm measured glance at the dark pelted mare. He lowered his head to the still standing colt and took in his appearance carefully, one single horn planted firmly on his head. Reaching towards him the stallion attempted to touch his first son's neck softly. His voice was softer than normal, "Hello Adelric, I'm your father." He watched the colt calmly his own sunflower yellow eye staring back at him, accompanied by Kiara's green color. The beast was satisfied with his son, so he turned he attention instead to the filly. "Talking"’Thoughts’ Words: 416 @[Kiara] Krieger |
The filly slide roughly onto the warm ground and lay still, but only for a moment. Her sides shuddered and lifted then fell in a slow easy rhythm, interrupted by sneezes and snorts. Bright different colored eyes flickered open and focused on a huge white horned head. The filly took in the long flowing scarlet locks and bright yellow eye. The lips on the huge head moved and strange words in a deep voice touched her grey ears. "I'm your father girl, welcome." She cocked her horned head as the stallion pulled back and turned towards the mare on the ground. Instinctively she knew this horse was her mother and she felt love towards her. She also felt a great deal of love and respect towards the stallion that had been in her face first. Even though she did not understand the strange feeling of respect yet, she would. Shaking because she was still wet she turned her yellow and green eyes aroudn looking at everyone around them. A large black thing was licking her brother dry. How she longed to be warm and dry herself, free of all the nasty colored grime on her dark grey body. She didn't know it yet, but being left alone for even this short of a time would affect her adult life, making her angry and resentful. Her attention was drawn back to her father as he lowered his head and slowly started to lick her thin steel grey chest grumbling softly to himself. The filly nickered softly watching him closely. Her short, yet sharp, horns were stained red with her mother blood. Lucky for Kiara her horns were still short, only a three inches long from point to point. On her strong forehead, below the plate on were her horns were connected was a large white star. Her rump was doted here and there with black spots, and her right foreleg was white, with black and red barbed wire markings wrapped around it. The rest of her legs, as well as her muzzle, would always stay dark. The rest of her dark grey body would lighten and dapple with age. For now the dark grey filly was enjoying her father's warm tongue as he cleaned the filth off of her. "Talking"’Thinking’ Words: 378 Zünden |
