Shadowmere
you've sung discord in your final hour
Exhaustion.
Beads of sweat began to drip from furrowed brows.
Her swollen dappled belly swayed with each stride.
The spindly woman grunted, pushing her heavy body through the wood, unsure if she could make it back to the cove. It was only a short walk through the bottom most corner of Hyaline from the Forest to the Cove, but on a day like today...it wasn't likely she could.
Huff..
Puff…
Of course this had to be the day her brat would decide to make it's grand entrance into this god forsaken world.
But.
It felt all sorts of wrong.
The afternoon was hot and humid, the first truly hot day of late spring.
Mixed with the weight and pain, the dark mother could go no further.
Knobby obsidian knees shook violently before they buckled.
Her heavy body tottering a few moments before she fell to the forest floor.
So close. She was so close. The border to Hyaline was so close.
Pain.
So much damned pain.
Screwing up her scarred face in pure anguish, never before had a pregnancy been like this for her.
Push….PUSH.
The first came quickly, a small buckskin filly.
The crone lifted her head and let out a deep thrum of a nicker and licked her until another horrid pain wracked her body.
A shrill cry escaped her gritted teeth as she realized she was far from done.
The second failed to come, struggling, she attempted to shift herself, but her strength was ebbing away.
Not soon enough the second form arrived next to the filly, a mousy brown colt. Soft blue accented his small body. Before she could finish greeting him, her vision began to swim, exhaustion hitting her hard now.
Everything was falling away..
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Golden light cast down upon the small wet form of the silver bay colt.
Large glossy eyes fluttered as they tried to adjust to the brightness of this grand new world.
Feeling something move beside him, he shakily bobbled his head toward it.
Dark eyes fell upon his sister, he squeaked at her happily before turning to find the warm touch of his mother.
Instead he found her a mass of soaked black hair, shuddering with each staggered gasp.
Panic rose in his small chest, eyes shining in alarm as he began to frantically bleat out broken words.
”Ma! Ma!! Help Ma! Ma!!”
He continued to bleat helplessly, now struggling to find strength to stand upon wobbling stilts.
After a few times throwing himself to the ground, he managed to find his feet.
He pranced clumsily around his mother and sister, stopping every so often to stand by his sister and press his tiny velvet muzzle to hers.
A comforting touch.
Shadowmere gasped, her voice barely a raspy whisper.
"H..Have...lock….take c..c..care of...Fall…", she sputtered and coughed, black eyes now glazed.
"....Falljoy..", as his sister’s name left her lips, she began to drift away.
He let out a shrill cry, his heart feeling as if it were in the tight grip of icy claws.
MA!, he cried.
Without their mother, how would they ever survive?
SHADOWMERE
mother of darkness
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