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Post by Rascally on Jun 20, 2013 17:34:25 GMT -7
 The very pregnant mare, was finally in labor after what seemed like forever her child was coming, She was unaware that she was carrying twins. Rain was a striking mare, For one she was a Pegasus. And two she was the color of a pink rose, Her mane and tail were silver, her eyes were a lighter pink color then that of her body, and her hooves were silver, Her wings are pink with silver tips, She stands a total of 16.2 hands and is very well built but she is also very sexy.
The mare already had sweat trinkling down her sides as she finally made it to the birthing grounds. With each steps the contractions got worse. The foal wanted out now, Rains wings drooped to her side and she squeezed her eyes shut as she finally stumbled into the lands. She opened her eyes and let out a squeal. Her soft orbs looked around for a shelter. She saw a nearby waterfall, surrounded by thick trees and bushes and she made her way over to it. She made her way inside to a little thicket. And she collapsed. Closing her eyes and squealing as another contraction racked her body. The foal was coming now. The nose was already starting to show, Even before the mare started to push. |
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Post by Tazzin on Jul 29, 2013 20:00:53 GMT -7
The masculine brute walked within the shadows, nape arched to perfection. The brute was the king, the king of all kings. But he was aging, and quickly. Daggers pierced mother earth beneath him as she carried him further across the lands, she too was growing tired-some as they grew closer towards the birthing grounds. At this point there was no flames, no smoke.. nothing. AS he slowly entered the lands, the tired brute halted. Crimson optics looked upon his surroundings, thinking. Nostrils flared as he finally picked up a familiar scent, one of his mares... Of course. He chuckled to himself before finally being able to follow. He knew the mare carried his offspring heavily, but just how heavily.. What was in store him. AS he locked glance upon the mare. Deep toned vocals echoed near her.
(Ill do better posts)
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Post by Rascally on Sept 1, 2013 8:48:54 GMT -7
Rain was in the process when she heard the sounds of approaching hooves, she pinned her ears on her skull and barred her teeth, she snorted when she heard ghosts lyrics and she kind of relaxed, she continued to push and after what seemed like forever when the first foal slipped out, it was a black filly with a pink mane and tail, as well as a pink star on her forhead, she had four pink socks. pink wings with black tips. Rain was exhausted by this time and thought it was over, after she glanced down at her daughter on the ground she laid her head down and let out a deep tired sigh. she was closing her eyes when she felt another contraction, and she squealed. she started to push again, after what seemed like an eternity then the second foal slid out with a squeal. this filly was pink with black socks, black mane and tail, black star and black wings with pink tips. Rain glanced back at the fillies and sighed they were beautiful. She glanced up at ghost lock and smiled slightly
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Post by Tazzin on Nov 18, 2013 18:02:37 GMT -7
The brute remained beside the mare threw out the birthing, though he stood offsides. Watching, ears perked forth. Firey optics laid upon her sunken bodice. He was not the passionate type, GhostLock was not the father like "all" who champed on their "only mate" as the birthing hours passed. No, he was the type to sit and watch quietly til it was all said and done. He snorted, nape rose. Whip cracked against his hindquarters as he looked down upon the two. Two? odd... and look there, more of the female genetics. GhostLock signed for a moment. Glaze moved from the colored fillies to their mother "well done" lyrics faded as he took a few steps forth. Optics scanned over their tiny weak bodies. Would they make him proud?. He had a filling they would. After all, with age came calmness. The once b@stard of a brute was slowly calming his roll when it came to the opposite sex, or even with others. Nape dipped in respect. For carrying two foals, nonetheless two of his foals...
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Post by Rascally on Dec 1, 2013 9:12:42 GMT -7
Rain was beyond exhausted now, but she slowly got to her feet and turned around sniffing the foals, The after birth fell to the ground, she nosed the pink filly with the black star, the filly was already struggling to her feet and when her mother nosed her she bipped her head and pinned her damp ears against her wet skull, Rain shook out her mane and snorted softly licking the pink filly. She pulled away and took a step back as both foals rose at the same time, She smiled. "The Pink's one name shall be Ghostly Legacy, and the black one's name is Haunted Legacy" she said she stepped between the two foals as they took their first wobbly steps and licked one then the other until they were dry, by that time they were steady on their legs and made their way back to their mothers teets and began to nurse. Rain closed her eyes, She would let them nurse then they would begin the journey back home.
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