08-01-2016, 03:23 PM
Zendaya
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The ebony girl was unaware that she was expecting till recently, mid winter to be exact. She simply just though it was her winter coat growing in but, as her barrel progressed becoming larger by the weeks. She had begun to become more aware that she was carrying a little body within her. As the days went by Zendaya found herself not being that social butterfly that most had come to love but, yearning for solitude. For time alone rather than being out and about, speaking within the heads of equine entering the meadow.
As time progressed, winter had been vanquished and life in Beqanna was renewed with vegetation. Zendaya wasn't worried for she knew any day now a sweet little child would be ready to pop out in an instant. Then she would live two full years of motherhood and, return back to moving about. It wouldn't be so bad, she would just need to tame her need to migrate with the seasons. Just to stay in one place for however long her child needed her.
So here she was waddling around the meadow, with swollen ankles and a large barrel. Contractions began to stir as she strode deeper into the meadow searching for a secluded patch of greenery. The pain was bearable at first but, as she ambled further towards a patch of grass she knew it was time. Instinct took over as her legs buckled beneath her build, the process of labor was easier than she expected. Soon an ebony and scarlet bundle had appeared at her hind quarters.
Standing up the mare nipped at the bundle cleansing the child that shared her diverse markings,"Hey there." She greets her newborn daughter with her gift. Tenderly caressing at the girl's mane and, gently encouraging the girl to stand up with a few nudges. Zendaya watches as her daughter stands up with flimsy stick like legs, leaning upon her shoulder for support.
Gingerly the mare speaks the filly's name, "Rhynne." As she continues to carress over her baby girl. She never found herself to be the caring type but yet, she never did find herself to be a mother either.
As time progressed, winter had been vanquished and life in Beqanna was renewed with vegetation. Zendaya wasn't worried for she knew any day now a sweet little child would be ready to pop out in an instant. Then she would live two full years of motherhood and, return back to moving about. It wouldn't be so bad, she would just need to tame her need to migrate with the seasons. Just to stay in one place for however long her child needed her.
So here she was waddling around the meadow, with swollen ankles and a large barrel. Contractions began to stir as she strode deeper into the meadow searching for a secluded patch of greenery. The pain was bearable at first but, as she ambled further towards a patch of grass she knew it was time. Instinct took over as her legs buckled beneath her build, the process of labor was easier than she expected. Soon an ebony and scarlet bundle had appeared at her hind quarters.
Standing up the mare nipped at the bundle cleansing the child that shared her diverse markings,"Hey there." She greets her newborn daughter with her gift. Tenderly caressing at the girl's mane and, gently encouraging the girl to stand up with a few nudges. Zendaya watches as her daughter stands up with flimsy stick like legs, leaning upon her shoulder for support.
Gingerly the mare speaks the filly's name, "Rhynne." As she continues to carress over her baby girl. She never found herself to be the caring type but yet, she never did find herself to be a mother either.
I'm just a bit off my rocker
