12-09-2016, 09:06 AM
One of the first things she registers is the uncomfortable, painful even, pressure on her limbs and a lost hoof on her hindquarter. Annoyed and trying to get away she moves, wriggling her wet body on the sandy ground. When the pressure stays she lifts her head, muzzle coming in contact with a lost limb, pushing it as her mind urges it away from her. She isn’t aware of the effect it has, but apparently it works, as the pressure disappears, giving her the space to follow the colt up.
Long and wobbly legs don’t make it easy, and it takes her somewhat longer than the colt had needed, but not that much later she joins him. Her inky black muzzle trails across the colt’s, only to reach underneath their dam to find the other teat. For a while they stand side against side, the smaller one of the two more underneath the blue roan form that was their mother, occasionally bumping into each other until the lager form pulls away to retreat himself.
Long and wobbly legs don’t make it easy, and it takes her somewhat longer than the colt had needed, but not that much later she joins him. Her inky black muzzle trails across the colt’s, only to reach underneath their dam to find the other teat. For a while they stand side against side, the smaller one of the two more underneath the blue roan form that was their mother, occasionally bumping into each other until the lager form pulls away to retreat himself.
Zireael
"I'm going to count backwards from three. Three. Two. One."