07-03-2015, 06:31 PM
{Voudou || Mare || Pregnant || Gates}
Kids suck, in every way, shape and form. Voudou woke up the little black thing that was curled up in the grass, giving him a strong nudge and allowing him to stand before heading off. Luckily, though, her stomach was much smaller now that the critter was out of her. Unfortunately, it talked. A lot. Every waking minute of the last few days had been filled with a constant stream of questions, ranging from stupid to utterly idiotic. Voudou wasn't carrying him around any more but she felt more drained of energy than ever before, and having to stop and feed the black colt several times a day wasn't really her thing. With any luck she would be able to get someone else to take care of him a majority of the time, so she could go on living her life as she always had. Jason! Maybe Jason would take care of the clingy colt, though he might be too busy with his own bouncing baby.
The grass had finally returned from its winter hibernation, something Voudou was grateful for. Eating was much less fun when you had to recover your food from the depths of the snow first. Especially when you're pregnant. She wandered around for a while, nibbling at the grasses and doing her best to ignore the foal that was quite literally running circles around her. Then she smelled blood. Her head lifted, trying to locate where it was coming from, and quickly proceeded to follow her nose. The black vixen wasn't entirely sure what she was hoping to find, or not to find, but she went out of curiosity, eager to find the source of the metallic scent. Fiasko wasn't too hard to find, her figure standing out like a sore thumb next to two small blobs in the grass. Twins, ha! All the more work for poor queen Scarface.
Voudou invited herself over to the happy new family, and her own black colt wandered over to sniff the other foals. The colt asked some question about why they got to be black and white, and he was just black, but Voudou ignored him, opting instead to talk to Fiasko. "So, it appears you and Jason were- oh what's the word I'm looking for... blessed? Yes, blessed. Blessed with two little mongrels to feed." She eyed the children, almost more of a glare. Inside, she was jealous, not of the children but of Fiasko. Jason was her only friend to speak of and he had chosen this deformed, pathetic excuse for a horse over her. Jason had left her be, leaving her to be raped, and leaving her to fend for herself for those long months of pregnancy.
The mare of course knew that Jason would be there for her if she ever asked, and he had never really left her at all; Voudou had been the one who isolated herself. Jason was too kind for her to be mad at him for long, so she had been creating every excuse in the world to stay mad at him, because it was easier than admitting that she was jealous or that she had problems in any way shape or form.
She watched her son, for a moment before speaking again, "You wouldn't want to watch him for a while would you? A year perhaps, maybe two?"
The grass had finally returned from its winter hibernation, something Voudou was grateful for. Eating was much less fun when you had to recover your food from the depths of the snow first. Especially when you're pregnant. She wandered around for a while, nibbling at the grasses and doing her best to ignore the foal that was quite literally running circles around her. Then she smelled blood. Her head lifted, trying to locate where it was coming from, and quickly proceeded to follow her nose. The black vixen wasn't entirely sure what she was hoping to find, or not to find, but she went out of curiosity, eager to find the source of the metallic scent. Fiasko wasn't too hard to find, her figure standing out like a sore thumb next to two small blobs in the grass. Twins, ha! All the more work for poor queen Scarface.
Voudou invited herself over to the happy new family, and her own black colt wandered over to sniff the other foals. The colt asked some question about why they got to be black and white, and he was just black, but Voudou ignored him, opting instead to talk to Fiasko. "So, it appears you and Jason were- oh what's the word I'm looking for... blessed? Yes, blessed. Blessed with two little mongrels to feed." She eyed the children, almost more of a glare. Inside, she was jealous, not of the children but of Fiasko. Jason was her only friend to speak of and he had chosen this deformed, pathetic excuse for a horse over her. Jason had left her be, leaving her to be raped, and leaving her to fend for herself for those long months of pregnancy.
The mare of course knew that Jason would be there for her if she ever asked, and he had never really left her at all; Voudou had been the one who isolated herself. Jason was too kind for her to be mad at him for long, so she had been creating every excuse in the world to stay mad at him, because it was easier than admitting that she was jealous or that she had problems in any way shape or form.
She watched her son, for a moment before speaking again, "You wouldn't want to watch him for a while would you? A year perhaps, maybe two?"