Post by ♥ A R i E L A on Apr 10, 2008 20:24:36 GMT -5
It was time. The dark mare hurried as fast as she could weighted down by her belly and as a hard cramp hit she let out a grunt of pain. Stumbling, Desire looked around the small forest for a clearing, a safe place for a new being to enter the world. And then she saw it. Blocked off from the rest of the world by a small circle of trees and four fallen logs, the setting sun seemed to shine directly into this spot. The grass grew thick and lush, a perfect bed scattered with fallen leaves. The femme tried to trot up to the clearing but stumbled again and had to walk, her belly cramping harder than ever. When she reached the clearing, she fell to the ground with a little whinny and just in time. She felt her water break and with another little wicker, Desire braced herself for the first contraction.
Pain shot mercilessly through Desire's delicate Arabian form and racked her body. Her belly was on fire, burning and breaking and the slightest movement made the fire spread. A groan escaped her soft dark lips and dark brown eyes rolled with agony. Straining with all her might, pleading to get the foal out and done with, Desire felt something tear, and a pain far worse than anything she had ever experienced, this was agony at it's worst, she could almost hear Ice laughing at her demise, as if he had known that if he didn't kill her this surely would...
Blood spurted from beneath her tail, blood that shouldn't be there. Coffee optics widened and fear bloomed in her heart. Another contraction hit and the blood broke for but a second before continuing at only a slightly slower pace... and oh thank god she felt the sac slipping smoothly through and she knew that at least the foal would live it was all in the right places and one final strain sent a fountain of bright maroon blood and the rest of the sac... As soon as the foal was out the blood slowed to only a slight trickle oh thank god and Desire let her head thud to the ground for a second. She lay there, her breathing hoarse and ragged but she knew that the foal needed her. Raising her crown again, Desire leaned over and broke the sac in a swift single movement. As she licked the wet, dark bundle that was her foal, it opened wide dark eyes and took a deep breath, tasting the air which it would breathe for many years, realizing it's world for the very first time. So new and fresh and innocent, a symbol of hope lying damp and weak on the grass.
Giving a sigh of relief, Desire smiled at the foal, barely visible through the darking forest. The sun had set and night was on it's way, stealing through the woods stealthily, and despite the fear and mystery of night there was something soothing, something solid and reassuring about it, you knew it would always be there no matter what.
Nightfall. I'll call you Nightfall...
Her voice was hoarse and ragged but the name was perfect. As the coat dried, a lanky and yet wry little colt was revealed, his coat the same deep black as his mother and father's, a small white star upon his forehead his only marking. He had his mother's deep, fathomless pools, his father's proud stance. He had his mother's sleek tassels resting gently on his neck and his father's height and muscles, clearly great attributes for later battles. His hooves were strong and sturdy, a deep blue-black not yet caked with mud. He was so beautiful, so perfect... but would Desire survive to enjoy him?
Her voice was hoarse and ragged but the name was perfect. As the coat dried, a lanky and yet wry little colt was revealed, his coat the same deep black as his mother and father's, a small white star upon his forehead his only marking. He had his mother's deep, fathomless pools, his father's proud stance. He had his mother's sleek tassels resting gently on his neck and his father's height and muscles, clearly great attributes for later battles. His hooves were strong and sturdy, a deep blue-black not yet caked with mud. He was so beautiful, so perfect... but would Desire survive to enjoy him?
