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02-02-2016, 10:49 AM
Romani
It had felt so very strange to be with foal once again. At first, Romani hadn't minded, for it had taken quite some time for the colt or filly within her womb to begin to grow. She had been unhindered, for the most part, save a vast increase in appetite, but there was nothing but love and adoration for the life that she carried within her. As the days passed and Orangemoon began to make way for the winter chill of Frostfall, however, the Haflinger's belly began to swell.
It seemed to happen overnight, quite honestly. One day, she could move about freely and effortlessly, and the next she noticed a cumbersome bulge in her gut that kept her from moving at any pace faster than a waddling walk. Her golden-red sides were distended, outrageously wide and surely looking quite comical with every wavering step that she took, but the discomfort of it all was lessened by the pure joy and the warm love she felt every time the foal within her shifted or kicked.
Since their coupling beneath the moon, Romani stayed by Destrier's side, never straying far from the handsome Friesian that had stolen her heart. The Haflinger did what she could to mend the gentle stallion's battered heart. She was a firm believer that physical touch healed many wounds of the heart, and so at different intervals of the day, she would brush by Destrier's side with her blooming belly, nuzzle his muzzle or lip at his shoulder, and twine the strands of her ivory tail about his legs while using her shorter height at an advantage. At night she would cuddle close to the larger stallion, letting his higher body temperature ward off the chill of Frostfall and whisper soothing nothings in his ears.
It had been one of those very nights that they had decided on names for their foal, picking out one depending on its gender.
"Oof." A soft proclamation of discomfort escaped the mare's dark lips as the foal nestled in her womb gave a strong kick. It ached, a deep, concentrated pain, and the mare paused amidst her foraging through the snow to let it pass. Instead of dissipating, however, the pain only seemed to intensify, and the Haflinger felt her legs to weak.
Even though it had been years since she had given birth to Jasiri, the pains were familiar, and the sudden, deep, contracting aches that radiated from her gut only confirmed what she thought she knew; she was going into labor. Through their mental bond, she could feel Kasai grow closer, worry and concern looming in the forefront of her mind.
Roma?
"Des," A high-pitched beckon, a sound of severe discomfort, and slowly the swollen mare dropped to her knees and onto her side in the frozen snow, creamy tendrils of mane and tail splayed out among the frost. It seemed that no matter which way she lay, Romani could not find comfort, stricken by the cold and by the pain, and what followed proved to be the most exhausting, painful experience she had ever encountered. Every push, every grunt, every groan and sob seemed to grant her no reprieve. Sweat clung to the mare's golden-red hide, drenching her a deep red, but eventually, a tiny life slipped from her loins and into the frozen snow. Despite her exhaustion, Romani lifted her head to regard the life she had birthed, the tender creature created from the love between she and Destrier, and suddenly, all of the agony was worth it.
A colt. A son.
They had a son. He was a dark, lanky thing, his color marred by fluid, but his eyes opened to reveal the brightest of turquoise. His left eye, however, seemed wrong, with the way that his eyelid turned inwards, but she wouldn't dwell on it. Not now, for they had a son, and pride and love warmed her heart.
"Tristan," Romani breathed, struggling to get her legs beneath her to stand and further inspect their blessing, "Our little prince. Oh, Destrier..." Gently, the sweaty gypsy nosed their precious bundle, urging him to get to his feet.
ooc: Open to any and all! Please wait until Destrier and Tristan have posted to jump in. :D
It seemed to happen overnight, quite honestly. One day, she could move about freely and effortlessly, and the next she noticed a cumbersome bulge in her gut that kept her from moving at any pace faster than a waddling walk. Her golden-red sides were distended, outrageously wide and surely looking quite comical with every wavering step that she took, but the discomfort of it all was lessened by the pure joy and the warm love she felt every time the foal within her shifted or kicked.
Since their coupling beneath the moon, Romani stayed by Destrier's side, never straying far from the handsome Friesian that had stolen her heart. The Haflinger did what she could to mend the gentle stallion's battered heart. She was a firm believer that physical touch healed many wounds of the heart, and so at different intervals of the day, she would brush by Destrier's side with her blooming belly, nuzzle his muzzle or lip at his shoulder, and twine the strands of her ivory tail about his legs while using her shorter height at an advantage. At night she would cuddle close to the larger stallion, letting his higher body temperature ward off the chill of Frostfall and whisper soothing nothings in his ears.
It had been one of those very nights that they had decided on names for their foal, picking out one depending on its gender.
"Oof." A soft proclamation of discomfort escaped the mare's dark lips as the foal nestled in her womb gave a strong kick. It ached, a deep, concentrated pain, and the mare paused amidst her foraging through the snow to let it pass. Instead of dissipating, however, the pain only seemed to intensify, and the Haflinger felt her legs to weak.
Even though it had been years since she had given birth to Jasiri, the pains were familiar, and the sudden, deep, contracting aches that radiated from her gut only confirmed what she thought she knew; she was going into labor. Through their mental bond, she could feel Kasai grow closer, worry and concern looming in the forefront of her mind.
Roma?
"Des," A high-pitched beckon, a sound of severe discomfort, and slowly the swollen mare dropped to her knees and onto her side in the frozen snow, creamy tendrils of mane and tail splayed out among the frost. It seemed that no matter which way she lay, Romani could not find comfort, stricken by the cold and by the pain, and what followed proved to be the most exhausting, painful experience she had ever encountered. Every push, every grunt, every groan and sob seemed to grant her no reprieve. Sweat clung to the mare's golden-red hide, drenching her a deep red, but eventually, a tiny life slipped from her loins and into the frozen snow. Despite her exhaustion, Romani lifted her head to regard the life she had birthed, the tender creature created from the love between she and Destrier, and suddenly, all of the agony was worth it.
A colt. A son.
They had a son. He was a dark, lanky thing, his color marred by fluid, but his eyes opened to reveal the brightest of turquoise. His left eye, however, seemed wrong, with the way that his eyelid turned inwards, but she wouldn't dwell on it. Not now, for they had a son, and pride and love warmed her heart.
"Tristan," Romani breathed, struggling to get her legs beneath her to stand and further inspect their blessing, "Our little prince. Oh, Destrier..." Gently, the sweaty gypsy nosed their precious bundle, urging him to get to his feet.
ooc: Open to any and all! Please wait until Destrier and Tristan have posted to jump in. :D
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