This Woman's War [birth]

[OPEN] This Woman's War [birth]

Nizho Posts: 17

Absent Abyss atk: 5.5 | def: 9.0 | dam: 5.0

Stallion :: Pegasus :: 16.2hh :: 2 years HP: 62.5 | Buff: NOVICE

Time

10-20-2015, 03:47 PM

He was so ready to get out of this place. It was warm, and he always felt safe, but it was growing too crowded. There was someone else in this warm, safe place, and the foal grew restless as it kicked at him and pushed him against the walls of their warm, safe place. So, he decided he was leaving.

It was almost too easy.

After very little struggle, there was a sudden burst of light and sound and the foal ended in a lump of liquid and fur and feathers on the ground behind the warm, safe place. However, his sense of freedom was short lived when he felt the body that shared his safe, warm place slide out and hit his back. If he could groan, he would have. The other body had followed him, and he was sure it was going to kick and push him again in this new place. this place that was warm but dry. He liked it here, he decided.

The safe, warm place moved away from him and began cleaning his body. He could have purred at the feeling it created, and his tiny body did shake with some form of happiness. His safe, warm place would always protect him, he knew that. Her voice was soft and sweet, but as it faded he found a yearning for it and blinked open his speckled eyes. The light was bright, but he adjusted in some time. Everything was a blur at first, all shapes of greens and red blobs. He wanted to call out for his warm, safe place but all that was heard in the warm but dry place was a tiny grumbling noise.

In rebellion to the fading voice of the warm, safe place, little legs kicked out. He needed to do something about this. Tiny, cloven toes finally got underneath his stilt-like legs and he heaved himself up. Staggering, the colt focused on finding his footing before trudging his way toward the safe, warm place. A greedy nose rummaged around her belly before he found what his stomach wanted. Milk that was warm and filling. With no acknowledgement given to the many other foreign bodies standing around him, the other foal, and the safe, warm place, the colt hungrily devoured his first meal in this warm but dry place.
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Drinking freedom from a bottle to the tune of belong

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