05-04-2015, 12:47 PM
all things are possible
even the worst of things
even the worst of things
He’s pretty sure that she is testing him. Well, kind of sure. Of course, she had looked very pregnant. Regardless of whether this is a test or not though, he will pass. He watches her fly away, dark ears forward in earnest attention. He starts forward, following her direct path above the earth via a much less direct path through the Valley’s landscape. He picks his away around rocks and trees, attempting as best he can to follow where she had gone. In the end, it’s really not that difficult, especially for one who had grown up in the Jungle. Of course, it’s pretty difficult to have terrain more twisted and confusing than the sticky, humid, overgrown land that he been born in. So it does not take him long (by his standards) to find where she had gone.
He hears them first, alert ears picking up the sound of shuffling followed by voices. The scent of birth hits him quickly afterwards. So it probably hadn’t been a test after all. Finally she comes into view, that plain chestnut mare that he had made such an unlikely friendship with. He sees immediately that, apparently, he is late to the party. When he sees the two little fillies nuzzling at their mother, a happy smile splits his features as the others are quickly forgotten. Heedless of the danger (he knows that a mother’s instincts are not something to be trifled with), he moves easily through the small group to approach the two young fillies, large head lowered. A mixture of awe and curiosity suffuses his features as his dark muzzle brushes against the back of the tiny brown-eyed filly. He marvels at how small and delicate both girls are (especially when compared to his decidedly large frame), and a sudden surge of protectiveness rises within him.
He pauses to briefly snuffle the orange-eyed filly before lifting his dark head, a silly grin upon his lips. His chocolate colored eyes find Librette’s own as he reaches forward to give her an affectionate nudge as well.
You would have twins.
He hears them first, alert ears picking up the sound of shuffling followed by voices. The scent of birth hits him quickly afterwards. So it probably hadn’t been a test after all. Finally she comes into view, that plain chestnut mare that he had made such an unlikely friendship with. He sees immediately that, apparently, he is late to the party. When he sees the two little fillies nuzzling at their mother, a happy smile splits his features as the others are quickly forgotten. Heedless of the danger (he knows that a mother’s instincts are not something to be trifled with), he moves easily through the small group to approach the two young fillies, large head lowered. A mixture of awe and curiosity suffuses his features as his dark muzzle brushes against the back of the tiny brown-eyed filly. He marvels at how small and delicate both girls are (especially when compared to his decidedly large frame), and a sudden surge of protectiveness rises within him.
He pauses to briefly snuffle the orange-eyed filly before lifting his dark head, a silly grin upon his lips. His chocolate colored eyes find Librette’s own as he reaches forward to give her an affectionate nudge as well.
You would have twins.
shahrizai