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 Posted: Mon Jul 07, 2014 1:40 pm
  The sounds of snapping and straining wicker began to fill the clearing as the first basket, the teal one with two rainbow bands running through it, also strained. The little foal inside had woken, and instincutally, began to fight her way against the confining wicker prison. A chirruping sound eminated from her as she fought.
One band split with a loud CRACK, as a little golden hoof poked through, dusted with white fur at the fetlocks.
With another mighty chirrup from the little foal, white-taloned claws tore through the other side, and the whole basket began to heave and strain as she fought to escape.
Quetzalcoatl was virtually vibrating with anxiety and excitement as he watched the mysterious foals struggle and strain at their confines. He wanted so very much to help them, but he knew better. This was the first, and one of the most important tests in life. Helping them now would only make them weak. Still, the typically exuberant, devil-may-care stallion was a bundle of nerves - knowing he was about to meet his children... no, their children for the first time. A little niggling feeling of doubt crept its way into his head - what if he had accidentally basket-napped someone else's foals. What if they looked nothing like him or Darshan once they emerged...
But at the sight of the claws.. and a glance to his partner's.... it was beautiful.
"Come on... you can do it, little ones!" He coaxed.
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Posted: Wed Jul 09, 2014 7:19 am
Darshan wanted so badly to help; to reach in and just pluck the struggling little bodies out of their wicker prison and immediately start doting on them. But, as much as he wanted to, he knew enough to know that was something he couldn't do; they needed the strength and desire to leave themselves if they were to grow up and be healthy adults. But it didn't make the waiting any easier.
So far, they both seemed to have claws like him, and he felt an unexpected swell of pride in his chest and suddenly his eyes were watering and tears of joy began to stream silently down his face.
He nervously bounced on his hooves, switching every few seconds from leaning against his lover and pacing in place while he restrained himself from helping the little struggling babies.  (( Tlanequiliztli)) The air, compared to the cramped quarters of the basket, was cold. For a moment, the baby pulled his claws back in and was still for just a few moments. There was a sudden grip on his little beating heart; frozen by fear. But he could already hear the twist and pull of another basket; somehow instinctively knowing this companion basket was akin to him; a joint soul. Light was filtering through the little whole me made, and he was suddenly once again curious about what lays outside.
He decided to keep going. He began to push again. He tried putting both his clawed front keep in the whole he already made and pulled; expanding the whole. Once he could get both front feet through, he was able to gran hold of something; the ground as he would find out in a few minutes.
He wiggled, kicking back with his back feet, that were wrapped (now uncomfortably) around him. Finally, the wicker basket split apart; spilling the spangly, leggy, brightly colored foal onto the ground.
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Posted: Wed Jul 09, 2014 9:18 am
 The little ears inside the basket pricked as she heard a chorus of snapping and straining join hers. It was time, she knew it instincutally. Another was joining her in this great endeavor, and even as a tiny foal, a great spirit blossomed in her chest.
She strained harder, encouraged by both the soft, but deep murmurs above her, and the snapping and grunting beside her. She pushed hard with her claws and hooves, tearing and shredding the soft wicker until, finally, the hole widened enough and she squirmed and wriggled her way out.
She flopped onto the soft grass, with a massive yawn and a stretch of her tiny little wings. It was so.... bright! But as she blinked up at the tall, colorful shapes above her, she smiled a big, beautiful smile. Her little foal-tail wriggled with excitement and she let out a chirruping whinny that conveyed excitement, happiness, greeting, and love.
Quetzalcoatl was beside himself as two, perfect, amazing foals tore through and spilled out of their protective baskets. They were amazing. Beautiful. Covered with a multitude of colorful, rainbowy feathers and fur.
Each of them had a pair of wings in an assortment of hues. One set each, but, Quetzalcoatl smiled as he thought about it, together they had four. But they also each had claws like Darshan, and the feathers and scaling on their bodies were like both he and his lover. There was absolutely no denying it now, as he looked down at the two foals - they were absolutely, undenyably perfectly both his and Darshan's.
It felt like a salty ball of tears was blocking his throat as he looked up at the heavens and the place in the sky the star had been, and he mentally sent out his thanks and adoration for these heavenly gifts.
A perfect little filly... and a perfect little quote.
"Darshan.... they are ours." He finally managed to choke out, as he dipped his head to nuzzle at each of them.
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