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Post by ♥ A R i E L A on Jul 16, 2008 12:31:45 GMT -5
The time had come. She knew it as surely that she knew the sun would rise in the morning and set in the evening, as surely as she knew that Illusion loved her and she would die for him, as surely as she knew that life was good, she knew that the time had come. Water streaked down her legs, dying them black and the dappled femme knew it was time to leave the Magic Mountains and head for the birthing forest. By the time she reached it, she knew, the foal would be ready. It was a long journey- and Angel knew she had to hurry. She hoped Illusion would understand her leaving without a word and she also knew he would, simply because he was Illusion. As she traveled, the fae's body was heavy and cumbersome- it pained her to take a step and she remembered the birthing process bitterly. The knowledge of the pain soon to come itself made her shiver until she remembered Illusion's clear, perfect blue eyes and she knew she couldn't give up. This time would be different, she knew. This time would be right.
Angel reached the clearing and a small moan escaped her velvet lips as she fell to the ground. A blurry black edge surrounded the world and sounds were far away and muted. Everything seemed to fade away except for the constant, sharp pains in her belly. The contractions were coming fast now- wild and hungry, ripping her body apart. Grunts of effort escaped the fae, for she knew that the only way to escape the pain was to push it away, but right now all she felt like doing was staying still and succumbing to it. Instinct pushed her on, however, and the knowledge that this foal would be different, a second chance, new hope. The world faded away to blackness as another contraction hit, hard and merciless and Angel's world faded away into blackness, occasionally penetrated by the bright red pain that wracked her body. She gulped in the fresh springtime air, taking huge, gulping breaths and rasping as she breathed. Blood stained the dirt below her crimson but she saw nothing of this, and then suddenly a spark of light. Something had slid out in the worst moment. The front legs were out. This gave her new hope, although the pain had tripled, and she squinted her eyes open, trying to peek around and see the forelegs of her foal. But the pain of it jerked her back and she fell again, writhing in pain until... everything stopped. Her body collapsed onto itself, reveling in the new emptiness, the lightness, and the pain was gone. Her eyes fluttered open and she turned quickly to the wet, awkward bundle near her tail. Angel re-positioned herself so that the bundle was cradled by her belly and removed the sac, licking her foal gently, breathing in it's sweet, hopeful scent. My baby, she breathed, My beautiful baby.
The foal, once licked clean, was a deep, void-like black color, a genetic throwback for Angel and Illusion. She had been expecting gray or roan- or a mixture between the two, but black, well, that was interesting. Although, black did often lighten to gray... Angel reassured herself. Anyway, what was she doing, basing her opinion of her foal on color? It was a filly, just what Angel had been hoping for, and she was small and petite like her mother, but held her father's muscles, even at such a young age. There was a spark of fire in her orbs, and Angel smiled when she saw the filly's orbs- filled with a strange, haunting, green color, rare and beautiful. Your name is Hope. She nudged the filly gently and smiled. This was all she had been waiting for. Now, Angel thought with a smile as she nuzzled with filly, she was complete.
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