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Melissa Posts: N/A
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She was home again. Or whatever to call it. The Throat was so boringly still and she didn't actually feel the need to be there anymore. Why would she stay? She had tricked the leaders to give her the rank "Informant", which was foolish of them.
They gave a mare a rank that she didn't give shit about. How clever. And she didn't even spend most of her time in the Throat. She was always wandering outside, in the forest or on the meadow. Maybe the herd should re-think their choices about the leader. What was her name again... Kri? What was so special about her anyways?
Melissa sighed and glanced at her fat belly. Honestly, she looked like a big ball with a head, a pair of wings and four legs. And her back hurt like fuck. How big was this foal anyways? Had Loki really given her such a massive gift?

It was to see. She had stopped by the waterhole, the green bushes giving her a comfortable shelter and promised protection.
The Pegasus had felt it coming for a few hours now, that feeling of something pushing it's way out of her body. She knew that the foal was coming, and she had grinned almost all day even though it hurt. But this day was too great for one to cry on. She was having her foal.
Melissa laid down in the green bushes and grass' comfy madrass and sighed with relief. It felt like a blessing just to lie down. Aahh.. She was going to have a little soul to raise, a little rascal that could charm stallions and trick them just like get ol' momma.
Maybe the rascal would get strong enough to take Kri's place as a leader? Hm. That wouldn't be so wrong... A little daughter to be proud of.

The mare felt the pain that had lurked around all day get stronger, and the grin on her dark lips got wider. It was time.
It was finally time.
The sun was high on the sky, making the mare sweat more than she would normally do - and with the little strength she had, she pushed. She pushed for hours, even though it felt like days.

Then it was over. She turned her head to her hind, tired as hell, and Melissa frowned. It was a colt. He was a bay pegasus with darker points and a few gold features. The mare sighed disappointed and tried to stand up, but there was something holding her down.
There was still something that tried to come out.
What the fuck?
Melissa had not seen this coming.
She relaxed and lied down again, feeling the same as when the colt had come out. Was there another foal?! Had the bastard given her twins?! She pushed even more, though now for only a few minutes. The second foal "plopped" out - fuck her soul and body - and she was almost in tears from the pain. Almost.
The colts looked exactly alike, and Melissa snorted. How come her first birth had given her twins? And colts, for that matter? Why not a daughter like she had wished for?

Melissa stood up and frowned as she cleaned the foals' faces. Only one of them opened their eyes, making his mother gasp. He didn't have pupils.
The first foal had beautiful blue eyes that shimmered with a mischievous shine, and the second one just lied still on the grassy sphere she had found. Why was it still? Why didn't her colt move?
Their faces were white, while the rest of their bodies were colored in a brown color with darker reddish points. Three golden stripes on the ends of their necks as well as each four golden hooves.

They took a little after their father - Loki - but most of their features came from her. Melissa suddenly smiled at the colt with open eyes, but frowned on the inside at the still colt. They were maybe not fillies, but she could still teach them whatever she would've taught her daughter.
But why was the foal so still?

She nudged the forehead of the stillborn and lowered her muzzle so that it was in front of the colt's. She didn't feel any air against her muzzle and the foal didn't breathe like his brother did.
Fuck. He wasn't even alive.
Melissa sighed and looked at the blue-eyed colt, the one who was blinking at her and was getting to know his body.


"Rosario. That shall be your name, blue-eyed colt, and you shall listen to me very carefully. You have no father, there's only me." Like Loki would've cared about him anyways.
Melissa nudged both of them upon their empty foreheads - to her pleasure - and then helped Rosario up so that he could feed.

Rosario.
The rascal had arrived to the world.

"Talking."

ooc: ;)
word count: 815


Loki Posts: 73
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teeroo
#2
Blue skies and floating white clouds moved across the sky. It was a lazy Tallsun day, moving the rugged black ebony along. It was hot, and his black skin soaked up all of the heat of the day. He was covered in sweat, but he didn’t mind. He had kept to himself for quite a time, and he wondered if it was best. His whole relationship with Melissa, the mare of the throat, had been an interesting one. Though he felt something new tie down in his heart: guilt. Why did he care? He was a stallion, a very pretty one at that, and he should be able to do what he wanted. But he felt ashamed.

Though he shouldn’t, because his mate, Angora, was doing the same. Maybe she wasn’t having child, but she was still going around flirting. He knew this, and it didn’t bother him. He still loved her, and still wanted to go up to another mare and flirt with her. Maybe this was the type of love they had for each other. It was just about the chase, but at the end of the day nothing else mattered that he loved Angora. But the time spent apart was weighing on him, and he knew he would have to see her soon, and would have to tell her.

The need of flight took him, and he withdrew from his thoughts. Running out of low bearing forest, he could see a cliff ahead, and ran at full speed. Body tensed, and black skin was stretched as he jumped off, muscles working hard to keep the weight of his body in the air. Large golden wings stretched out, panning the air, slicing through it, tickling his feathers as he dove. He moved them again, using the speed he had and going up, flying away from the ground and into the clouds.

He soared for quite some time, and the sun was hotter in the air, but he still wanted to fly. There was something about being on the ground in this moment that was unappealing to him. He wanted to escape his earthly prison, even for but a moment, for nothing lasts forever. Was this what death was like? Suddenly, you aren’t connected to anything anymore, and your soaring, high about everything else, and then you drift away, moving on…he shook himself. This was no something he wanted to think about, he thought he had plenty of years left, and being so young was not the time to think of something so far away.

He suddenly looked down for no reason, and saw something below which interested him. A mare, all alone, was walking, and suddenly lay down. He moved closer, slightly circling, but she wouldn’t notice. The mare was bay, and he knew she looked familiar. She was convulsing, and he watched, floating in mid-air, as Melissa gave birth to his foals. His wings pumped harder to keep his body up for such a long time, and as she was done, he decided to come down and pay her a visit.

The landed a few feet away, and he heard her speak to her newborn foals. He was puzzled. What the hell was she doing? It was something to not have a relationship with your one night stand baby daddy, but it was completely something else to not say “You don’t have a father.” Loki was upset now, and grumpy, and he moved forwards, letting her know he was there.

“And why would you say that? They do indeed have a father, or do you not know who it is?” His words were filled with venom, but he kept himself constrained. There were foals, newborn for that matter, presence, and he didn’t want to completely destroy what they thought of them. “Hello little ones. Colts? How very interesting…so tell me Melissa, what did you end up naming them?”

But wait...one wasn't moving. Did...was it dead? He moved closer toward it, inspecting it. And it was.

Loki
Demolition,self-destruction
What to annihilate, the age-old contradiction
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Melissa Posts: N/A
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#3

"And why would you say that? They do indeed have a father, or do you not know who it is?" Oh, not him for crying out loud. The mare glared upon the stallion, frowning as he came closer. He had given her twins - one stillborn but still - , and even then she still didn't want him to get any closer. Their relationship had been over before it had begun - or maybe this trickster didn't think so?
She watched as he observed the alive colt, who had just finished feeding and was now watching the hybrid with glowing eyes.

He was so handsome, both of them really, with their brown coats and wings with golden tips.
Even though the blue-eyed colt seemed to have trouble with his shoulder... Did he have a difficulty with his wing?
She had to investigate that later.
Melissa glared at Loki, trying to figure out a way to get him out of here. Could she call for help and claim that he was trying to take her colt away? That could work... But she wasn't a big fan of Kri and the other one... What was her name? Meh, she would know soon enough.
"Hello little ones. Colts? How very interesting…so tell me Melissa, what did you end up naming them?"

She frowned again when he looked at her, wanting to snort at him and walk away with the living one of her newborn babies. He was her property, not his. Why couldn't he just disappear again?
Melissa sighed and nudged Rosario towards Loki, so that he would know that this stallion was someone who he would not welcome into his life. Hopefully he would feel like that. She didn't even bother to push the stillborn colt any closer, since he was dead. He had no use in this world.
"Rosario - this is Loki. You can care for him now, but just remember - I'm your mother, I'm the mare who gave you life." A spiteful smile covered her dark lips as she watched Loki. He would probably get pissed, but why would she bother caring about that?


"Talking."

ooc: Ugh, finally a post.
word count: 356



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