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    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


    A Progeny For You; Birthing
    #1

    you just activated a nuclear warhead


    That time of the year again?

    Sabe's stomach swelled with a baby inside, it was bigger than any foal she had yet. Her body ached and her feet were swollen, this was by far the worst pregnancy she has had. Chemdog was very absent of late, the only time she really got to see him was when it was breeding season. She gave a snort at the thought, how could he choose Helle over her for lead mare? She gave him a foal every year and what has helle given him? 

    Nothing.

    Her eyes rolled at the thought, her stomach was contracting all day and she knew that it was time to give birth to another child. She found herself a quiet place, it had a small patch of grass but the rest was just soot. She layed down next to the grass, but the soot proved to have a gentle touch. When the pain got to strong she knew what to do, she pushed. She was soaked in sweat continuously pushing to free her body of the pain that shocked her. Eventually a beautiful bay tobiano plopped on the ground beside her, looking around aimlessly.

    But this birth was not the same, the pain did not go away in fact it just grew sharper. She winced in pain and her heart grew with anxiety. All she could picture was that one purple mare who layed cold on the ground after giving birth, was this the same outcome for Sabe? Although she thought she was dying, her body told her to push, so she pushed. She was tired and wanted the pain to go away, a call escaped her maw as she screeched in pain. With one last push the pain subsided, and she looked to her rear to see another foal. Almost a spiting image of the first Oh great, twins she snorted as she plopped her head to the ground. She took a few deep breaths relaxing her body that as worn out from this birth. Chem would be happy, if he could only appreciate Sabe for more than pushing babies out. 

    Her relaxation was interrupted when the foals blabbered away to each other, she gave a snort and hoisted herself off the ground and nudged them to feed.

    Sabé



    @[Chemdog]
    #2


    The striped woman had been basking in the affections of others whilst being lead. She found herself playing gaily through the seasons since Chem was away. Would she have acted any different for when he was here? Absolutely not. They had an understanding. Their bond was based on lust and malice. There was no room for love in their agreement.

    Lavender pools scope the landscape whilst listening. It had been quiet lately and that did give the mare some concern. Limbs pull her form along easily, the appendages lifting and falling rhythmically till she catches a voice...no, two. With a simple pivot of the muscled haunches, she heads towards the direction of sources.

    Pools finally fall upon Sabe' and two little twins.

    Now...what's weird is Helle gets a little bubble in her belly, a squint of light in her breast and she can not help but smile...ACTUALLY FUCKING SMILE at the babies. "They're lovely." Helle gives no shits about walking right up in their space, no heed for the mare who will not undoubtedly chase her off with a mouth full of the striped hide from Helleborn's ass. Her attention flickers over to Sabe' and settling into something of a smirk and a nod. "Congratulations Sabe'." Her tone is somewhere between being genuine and sarcasm but even Helle isn't sure.

    HELLEBORN

      light up the world as i fall asleep


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    ((wasn't sure if this thread was just for Chem. if it is, I can delete this post Smile  ))
    #3

    you just activated a nuclear warhead


    The gold mare was beyond tired, birthing twins was much harder than expected. She was grateful to be alive and not have had the same outcome as the purple mare did last year. Her glance quickly shot to the left as she heard another approaching, a small smile grew on her face as Chemdog always knew when she was foaling, he always came around this time and she was excited to see him. Although her joy was quickly sucked away as the equine who approached was none other than Helle. Her ears pinned down to the dome of her head and she gave a snort as she approached; how dare this mare come close to her and her newborns.

    This oddly colored mare was smiling at Sabe, she gave a comment to say they were lovely, which was true but Sabe did not care to hear it from this mares mouth. She grew close to Sabe and her twins

    to close

    Sabe would much prefer if she stood on the opposite side of them, about 100 feet away. She did not care for the small talk Helle was pushing for thanks she muttered as she moved her hind end to cover the foals, they pulled on each other playing with one another, learning the ropes of this earth thing. Helle than had the audacity to congratulate Sabe, but her congratulations had a hint of sarcasm in it. Thank you my queen she snorted with a tone full of sarcasm what is it you are here for? she snorted with a quick reply, she should make this quick as Sabe's temper was quickly fading.

    Sabé



    @[Helleborn]
    #4


    Okay.
    OH-FUCKING-KAY.

    Helle's attempt to be nice wipes off her face like getting the taste smacked out of her mouth by Sabe's snide comment. "Seriously, Sabe, SERIOUSLY? Holy shit. It was a compliment you pretentious wench. Fuck!" And a simulated 'hands-in-the air' type frustration follows, Helle just moves on off from the tawny woman and children.

    Lids slit and her own lobes lace against her own skull to bury in the lavender tresses. Helle can't win for shit seriously. So if all these mares wanted her to leave them be then so it shall. Helleborn would let them rot for all she cares now.

    She had tried to be a bitch. Nope, didn't work.
    She had tried to be nice. Nope, didn't work
    She had tried to just have a conversation with her herd-mates. Nope, didn't work.

    Well fuck 'em. Helle was better off on her own since Chem was gone and the other women just couldn't seem to even try at all.

    With a snort, the striped mare decides to shove off. Let them rot. Let them explain it to Chem.

    He could call her what he wanted, they could call her what they wanted but this misery was not worth it.

    HELLEBORN

      light up the world as i fall asleep


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