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    COTY

    Assailant -- Year 226

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    "But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura


    Feeling your warmth flow away is the sensation I trust the most; Any!
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    Caelestra

    As usual, the mother-to-be has been spending her time hidden away in the depths of the forest, quietly feeding on fish and making sure she was safe and away from all the commotion surrounding Beqanna.
    The mare begins breathing heavily as she positions herself against a large oak tree, her stomach moving violently as she slides down, slamming against the floor as her legs begin to tremble. Usually, the mare would have already positioned herself to give birth, knowing when it was time, though this time around things felt a little different.
    The black mare lays on her side, a few moments of silence passing before the contractions begin, a pain surging through her stomach as she starts to give birth.

    After a few hours of moving around on the ground restlessly, the mare finally feels a moment relaxation as her first foal emerges, her body rising to meet the filly, though before she can even glance at the foal, the mare falls back down to the ground, her stomach still in pain as she begins to contract again.
    After another hour or two the mare finally manages to lift her body, looking behind her to see not one, but two healthy foals, her expression a little surprised to see twins, especially when one of them looks a little like a mammoth.

    Cael rises to her feet with a smile, turning to greet her children, her muzzle brushing against their soft hide.
    The black mare looks toward the filly, studying her forming coat "You dear, shall be named Sobriety" she says softly, nudging the small filly toward her side as she looks toward the colt, this time looking over his coat which appears to be a lot more furry than usual "And you will be called Intoxication" she says with a smile, laying down next to them. 

    Don't mind this god awful writing, I just wanted to get a post out @[Vanilla Custard]
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    Feeling your warmth flow away is the sensation I trust the most; Any! - by Caelestra - 09-04-2019, 05:47 PM



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