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« Thread Started on Jun 3, 2008, 4:52am »


Name: Aiden.
Gender: Colt.
Breed: [welsh] x [norwegian fjord].
Sire: Night.
Dam: Arroe.
Colour: Black.
Eye Colour: Ruby red.
Defects: Slower to grow, blind in left eye.

Name: Flayk.
Gender: Colt.
Breed: [welsh] x [norwegian fjord].
Sire: Night.
Dam: Arroe.
Colour: Chestnut.
Eye Colour: Icy blue, close to white.
Defects: Slower to grow, blind in right eye.

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Uneven beat sounded through the Grove, heavy and listless, trudging through the earth, the user hardly trying to lift the daggers at all. The massive bulk of a heavy-laden creature emerged from behind some short foliage, a mare, in her latest stage of pregnancy. The birthing was close, her breathing shallower and shorter. Arroe glanced around, sensing others not far from where she stood. Painful contractions made her enlarged barrel ripple, her stocky frame unsteady and ungraceful, nothing like what she is when she is empty of foal. Limbs, shaking in pain and a slight fatigue, managed to drag the carcass underneath the limbs of a bare, skeletal timber.

Why do you have to be so painful?

Lyri hissed in the direction of her unborn, harks flattened, seeking the safety of their graves. Carefully, the fae lowered her swollen self down to the ground, trying not to collapse on top of her gut. Another spasm swept through her, making her voice rebel with a short, muffled squeal. Tiara, suddenly too heavy to hold up, was lain down on the earth, as yet another spasm began, and passed. Minutes, years, decades, passed by. A feeling of lightness took over Roe's body, making her shudder at the abrupt difference. Breathing, finally calming down, made way for a sigh, before the tiara was lifted from the ground.

There, just behind her, lay a colten. From what she could see, he had a chestnut pelt, though it was darkened fom birthing fluids, so she couldn't be sure. Orbs flickered open, a bright, delicate azure fluttering through the unsure lids. Tiny, juttering jaw opened, closed, and opened again.

Mother? My eye is broke?

What? What do you mean broke?

Mine is broked too, mother.

What? Who said that one? There was only the one colten, wasn't there? Orbs narrowed in suspicion, serpentine sneaking closer to the little newborn. At first glance, there was only the one form. At closer inspection though, the one form morphed into two different shapes, though the second one was turned from her. Two? Two little boys? Night would be happy. Very happy. Two heirs, two to choose from, maybe. Arroe was snapped out of her thoughts abruptly, as one of the children spoke.

Mother, what is my name?

And mine too, mother? What is mine?

Well, Aiden and Flayk. For your eyes, dears. Your eyes told me your names.

Anymore questions, little brats? Argh, Arroe was already getting annoyed by the newborns. They had constant questions, no time for her to have a thought of her own. God, hopefully their father would stroll along soon, and take them off her hands. Maybe he could show them their future lands, whilst she went and had a little time on her own. Knowing Night, though, as little of him as she did, he would just tell her to get over it, and get her mutts to the lands as quick as she could. Sigh! Life was already looking grimmer.


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