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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


    what am I fighting for? (birthing)
    #5

    you just activated a nuclear warhead

    The gold mare traveled through the herd lands, watching her colt grow every day. Although today was slightly different, a musky stench was in the air, a stench of death. She looked around, praying it was not Chem, that the heard was still safe. She tucked her colt into hiding safe from any predators and moved out to find the death that hovered over the herd lands.

    It was pretty easy to follow the trail, the smell of blood grew closer and stronger as she moved east. Soon enough she could pick up Chemdogs scent, as well as a few others. Her heart beat grew faster, Chems scent in the mix, hoping it was not he who was harmed. Her pace quickened sliding to a halt seeing a group of horses, one of them Chem, standing and healthy. A small sigh of relief escaped her body, but as her gaze turned from the horses above she turned to look at two fillies looking for a food source from the painted mare, down to the ground of a dead spotted mare. Her eyes grew wide, she had never met this mare, and those foals did not look like Chems.

    Terrified at the scene, every mares worst nightmare, dying in childbirth, no help but to bleed out to your death. She shook the thoughts from her head and her attention turned back to the fillies, scanning at the mare who could not provide milk. She only knew of one other mare pregnant this year, but she was not here, and if the fillies would live they would need food. She was not the best mother, but Chem seemed upset over the outcome, to please him she stepped forward nudging the fillies towards her milk. The both quickly latched on and went to town.

    Her gaze looked for Chems "I will take care of them" she spoke gently, it would prove to be a struggle, the milk would be thin providing for three foals, but if they should live they would need her.

    Sabé



    OOC: I will just have Sabe take care of them since I play Taria and Kosaka
    our plot will go on as planned Prism Smile

    @[chemdog]
    @[sreva]


    Messages In This Thread
    what am I fighting for? (birthing) - by Morigan - 07-02-2016, 12:10 AM
    RE: what am I fighting for? (birthing) - by Sreva - 07-03-2016, 01:37 PM
    RE: what am I fighting for? (birthing) - by Taria - 07-06-2016, 09:04 AM
    RE: what am I fighting for? (birthing) - by Sabé - 07-06-2016, 09:13 AM
    RE: what am I fighting for? (birthing) - by Sreva - 07-06-2016, 10:49 PM
    RE: what am I fighting for? (birthing) - by Eiria - 07-07-2016, 11:48 PM
    RE: what am I fighting for? (birthing) - by Sreva - 07-16-2016, 10:19 PM
    RE: what am I fighting for? (birthing) - by Sabé - 07-17-2016, 06:55 PM



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