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 Posted: Sun Apr 20, 2008 5:26 pm
  Content for the most part.
But still, somewhat....lonely.
No, psh. Not somewhat.
Very much so.
That was Vanilla Swirl's life in a nutshell. Sure she had her Daddy, her half-brothers, that annoying mare that her Daddy mated with...and her four, well three beautiful children (since Blue Moon kind of took off with his Dad when he could and she rarely saw them) but she was still alone.
Bliss had Evelyn and the boys. Rainbow Sherbert had her 'invisable friends'. Hazelnut and Butter Pecan were truly the only ones there for her now a'days, but she knew that her boys had to have lives of their own. They couldn't be watching over their mother all the time, especially the way they were off. Both weren't exactly...all right there in the head, like herself...and she was to blame. A horrible mother, but she couldn't do anything about it.
She raised her kids the way she raised them, and didn't know how to change that.
And it wasn't as though she could spend every waking moment with her sons anyways. Vanilla Swirl wanted someone to spend her time with, she wanted to feel the emotion that other mares felt...what was it called?
Love? No, it wasn't love. LOVE didn't exist.
Ronen, the father of her first batch didn't even know he was a father. He didn't even have one ounce of emotion for 'Nilla, nor did he probably even remember having that 'one special night' with her. And Barnacle, who knew he fathered foals, wasn't in love with the mare he knocked up. He didn't want to be strapped down with a family, and she didn't want to force him. So he took off.
And she was still alone.
The cream mare plopped her tiny body down at the edge of a small stream and gazed at her reflection. Maybe life wasn't going to change, and maybe eventually it wouldn't bother her so much.
But maybe she'd get knocked up again, and having more children would just fill the empty void. Maybe....
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Posted: Sun May 11, 2008 2:17 pm
Kiefer, for the first time in a bit, felt like he wanted to see someone new. Anyway. Or maybe an old friend that he hadn't seen in a long while.
Ever since his 'incident' with Journey, he hadn't been exactly the same. Being more responsible...being a father. He wore it only awkwardly, it didn't feel right. He did his best, of course. He raised his son and daughter the best he could have managed, despite the earlier shortcomings. But somehow it still didn't seem...right. Others would always say that once one was a parent, one would change, and that it would be easier. Kiefer had changed alright. But the parenting? It had come so easily to Journey. She had been the one to raise the foals, mainly. Kiefer was there, of course. He played with them, he taught them things. But sometimes he felt more like a big brother, or a babysitter, then their father.
But they had grown up into... good adults. Liebe was wonderful, and Pho was...well. He tried his best. Kiefer hoped that Phobos'....mannerisms had nothing to do with poor parenting.
He thought that being surrounded by ones he loved....Journey, who he loved, although not as more then a friend. His two lovely children, his parents, his siblings, and whatever else he had in his extended family, would make him feel warm, loved, accepted.
Still though, he felt separated. He could easily say that fatherhood, although awkward, was perhaps the happiest time of his life. And he missed it. But alas, all good things must end. Right?
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Posted: Fri May 30, 2008 1:06 pm
Whoever said parenting was easy and fun, was an idiot. Probably not even a parent themselves! Just some stupid outsiders comment, watching from the sidelines as all the other hardworking soquili gave birth and raised their babies.
It appeared easy, sure...but once it actually happened, damn it, it was hard. The pregnancy always seemed like the worst part, having little things growing inside you, anxiously (or not) waiting their arrival. Carrying around weight that shouldn't be there for what seemed like forever, and then...the birth. Ugh....not a pleasant experience, but easier than the foals themselves.
Spitfire little devils they all where, only there to annoy the heck out of their parents. And give them a run for their money. Oh-ho-boy, raising them was pretty darn hard....
But for Vanilla Swirl, the hardest part is watching them become mature adults, and leaving her. She had no one to watch over now, no responsibilities now that they all disappeared. No one that kept her up all night, or drove her insane.
And damn it, how she missed that.
It showed though, that she was overall, a pretty darn good mother. She cared, and that's what mattered most, right?
Yeah, that's what mattered most. A small grin plastered on her pretty face as she tore her gaze from the stream and onto the grass behind her. Was she finally growing up, for real? Or was this all just a dream of her own maturity?
Whatever it was, Daddy would be proud. And that's what mattered too.
Now only if she wasn't so alone right then and there, this day would actually have been one for the better.
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