{Family PRP}The time has come!

[magnadearel]

(This is a family rp for the three people listed below.

Magna- Aspasia and Euphrosynê
Syrius- Grizzik and Erianthe
Davy- Iphigeneia)



The mint mare had been faithfully tending her precious baskets with her mate for several weeks now. Each taking a turn to watch and guard the baskets. Aspasia was napping and dreaming the baskets were wiggling for they had been moving and rustling quite vigorously now for several days. She anticipated they would have foals very soon.

Aspasia was roused from her sleep by the rocking of a basket beside her. In fact, as she blinked sleep from her eyes all three were moving sporadically. She watched closely as before they had settled down again in a moment or two. As the movement and rustling continued and intensified, she knew. It was time.

"Grizzik! Grizzik!" She called urgently for her mate as she heaved herself to her feet. Aspasia poked her head outside to call again. She really hoped he was close enough to hear! "Grizzik! Come quickly!"






The young foal shifted restlessly again in her tiny basket. The room inside her cozy basket had been getting tighter and tighter. Now she just couldn't get comfortable! She shifted again trying to find some way to make her awkward limps fit reasonably. Except they wouldn't. Finally fed up she flexed a large appendage. With a loud crunch she busted her wing right through the basket. Well now she had more room. Except now she was stuck!

She thrashed the wing, and when that didn't fix the problem she kicked out with her hind feet. One way or another she was busting out of here!
 

[Syrius Lionwing]

Luckily Grizzik wasn't too far away and the call of his lady mate made him run faster than he had ever run before. A fear rose in his chest, were they being attacked? By the time he arrived he had worked himself in to a fearful frenzie ready to fight only to realise that Aspasia was excited not frightened.

"I thought you were being attacked." He mumbles finding it difficult to come down from his frenzied run. Blinking owlishly the big male took a few deep breaths calming his nerves, he tilted his head realising a moment later what was happening. "Is it time?' He lets out a sigh of relief. It had been a nerve wracking time for him, he feared constantly for the little baskets, they were so vulnerable. At least once they were foals they could run. Though he knew that brought a whole other set of problems. The thought that they could escape brought him a little comfort.

Trotting past his mate he looked down at the moving baskets. A look of surprise rose on his face as the first sign of a wing burst from the pale cream basket. Laying down slowly the big stallion pawed carefully at the beige and green basket. "Careful now, take your time." Moving his claw he frees her wing of the wicker to make it easier for her to get out. He was truely glad the wait was over.

The little chocolate mare could feel the press of the basket against her haunches. She really didn't like the tights feeling and she had been shifting and moving around inside the tight space all day. It was time to get out. Unfurling her wings she pressed against the ceiling that was the basket she had been placed in to at birth. Willing for it to shift to release her. Her claws extended and she felt movement in the wicker her claws pierced through the base of the basket and for the first time she was able to stretch her legs, or at least two of them.

Letting out a disgruntled peep she once again shifted her wings feeling the give in the wicker around her.  

[magnadearel]

Syrius Lionwing

Go ahead and quote Davy when you post. ^_^

With a cry of relief, she saw Grizzik arrive. She flushed when she saw how worked up he'd gotten. "Sorry, they are hatching." She hadn't meant to frighten him! She had thought the tops would just pop right off. But it looked as if her foals were going to do it the hard way. The first to make a move was the light tan basket. The limb that emerged was oddly proportioned in her eyes. Was something wrong with the foal? She had to smile as Grizzik immediately went to assist the first foal. How lucky she'd been to get him for a mate!

Her attention turned to the darker of the brown baskets. She heard the peep and let out an encouraging coo. The front clawed feet were poking out beneath the bottom. That reassured her. "Come on little one. You can do it."


She paused as she felt claws brush against her wing. The foal made a squeak at the voice coaxing her out. Encouraged she pushed with her other wing and feet. The wicker around her creaked and groaned. It would give way soon! She bucked with her head, head butting it, then bucked with her rump. The weakening basket basket jumping each time. She gave a squeal and one more solid effort sent the basket disintegrating suddenly around her.

Her limps went in all directions and left her floundering for several moments. As she worked her limbs and got better control over them, the filly, for it could be seen she was a girl, slowly rose to her feet. Her legs were unsteady, but that was ok. Her overly large wings provided good support. She looked up at the adults and smiled.


Aspasia was startled by the sudden emergence of the first foal. The odd and unusual wings caused her to glance worriedly at her mate. "Grizzik, do those wings run in your line of the family?" She was absolutely sure they didn't run in her family.  

[Syrius Lionwing]

DavyJnah

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Grizzik watched carefully as the little foal escaped form her basket in a flurry of wicker. He didn't even notice her wings. Pressing his large nose against the little filly he carefully steadied her a smile in those deep bronze eyes. "Welcome to the world daughter." He whispers his voice unable as always to lilt or express the joy he was feeling but he hoped she would understand his words.

It wasn't until Aspasia said about her wings that he even noticed they were strange. Tilting his head he carefully lifts a claw lifting one odd clawed wing. "Don't think so, they seem like they could come in handy though."

At the sound of the basket exploding near by the deep chocolate filly decided it was her turn, unfurling her mighty wings she pushed hard and rolled herself out of the basket. With one leg still stuck in the wicker she looked up at her mint coloured mother and gave a pitiful peep. Pulling her other three legs in to gear the little mare shook away the basket and leaned against her mothers leg her four sets of claws spread eagled as she tried to retain her footing. It was bright and a little scary out here but she knew the voices that spoke around her. She had heard them through her wicker prison. They were certainly her parents. Blinking owlishly the dark filly pressed against her mothers foreleg looking for confirmation.

Grizzik turned as their second daughter rolled in to the world. He smiled at her, she looked a lot like him, only, four claws? He wasn't sure if anyone in his family had ever possessed four sets of claws before. The question at hand though, the strange wings their eldest daughter had been born with and she too had four clawed feet. "They are beautiful." He smiles up at his mate and looks to the third basket coloured so much like his lady love. He wondered if she too would surprise them.  

[DavyJnah]

Syrius Lionwing

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Iphigeneia burst through her basket, wings flaring out as she did her best not to be so clumsy with her outburst. The green mare flapped her wings and tried to stabilize herself before falling on her face. Her little dino toes pressing into the earth. "Hi." The words coming out winded. Iphi's golden orbs staring up at the others.

There was wonder there as she began to balance herself. Wings feeling heavy and sloppy as she tried to stabilize herself. Who were these strangers who looked similar to her. Then she blinked a few times, "Mommy? Daddy?" The two others she saw she tried to run to, tripping over her own feet. The poor little thing was just trying to get her sea legs so to speak. As she tried to make her way over to her parents she fell flat on her face.