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 Posted: Tue Sep 02, 2008 2:43 pm
It wasnt usual for her to be strolling out alongside the woods with her belly. She'd had been feeling tired out lately. Hungry as well, which was probably why she had chosen out here to take a stroll in. Some riped berries would surely help with that stomache of hers, and good god who knows how many she has in her. Either way she had to feed herself and the little ones. This was all too exciting. She was getting old, this was probably her last time with King. Even though she loved foals, there should still be a time when to stop. Now was the time, now as in after these ones. Her thoughts on tiny hooves running around their home, was just all too joyful. Tetyawna bent down to feed her youngs with some grass. She sighed as she slowly lifted her neck up and turned around to walk the other way. The mare was way too tired to be the hyper self she normally was. A yawn came to her, and she stopped in her tracks to.
"Today, the heat is a killer," speaking more to her children then herself. It had been a hot day, now it was sunset. Beautiful cool time out here on the lands. She sighed again and decided that her hungry babies could wait a while so she could watch the sunset. With them. It wasnt soon 'til she felt a little kick, made her expression squeeze into pain, but she held herself up and realised that her kids could not wait. The hunt for food continues.
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Posted: Tue Sep 02, 2008 2:53 pm
[insert Micah pic here]
[insert Dove pic here]
The stallion had lived on his own for some time now, and on his own, met he and his family. He had never thought he would ever be able to use the word family, as he was sure he and Gal had not been meant to have foals..But a miracle had shown right around christmas, and Gal's belly had been round and large.
Three foals had come from those baskets. Dove, Cain, and Bltiz, all gorgeous amazing foals.. Dove and Cain even being blessed with wings and a horn.
"Dove keep up."
He demanded, though he always had a soft spot for his only girl. She was as lvoely as her mother, with his colors to accent her. She was perfect..His little Morning Dove.
He was on his way to the teepee areas, knowing full well that maybe Tet or King would be around. He assumed it would be the latter, as Micah had been told that Tet had dissappeared for a bit. It had broken his heart to hear his mother had left, but he was used to the world now..He wasnt a foolish colt anymore.
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"Yes daddy!" The filly replied, giving a happy nod, and picking up the pace, forgetting the butterfly that had caught her attention onily moments ago.
The little girl was definately a daddys girl, having more of a relationship with her old man, than her mother. Though her mother was going to teach her to fly!
She could only glide at the moment, but mother said when her wings strengthened with adulthood, she would be ready to fly.
Dove gave a giddy little giggle adn smiled.
She could not wait to grow up.
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Posted: Wed Sep 03, 2008 6:11 pm
The old mare had found her jackpot, a berry bush by a rather huge tree. She was once again tempted to climb the tree but knowing her condition, it was best to stay off any heights. As she started picking at the bush, she heard hooves of some others not too far away. A rather low voice then a light one. She smiled guessing it was probably a pair of lovers taking a lovely stroll. Her ears could not pick up what they were saying but they sounded like a stallion and a mare, or a very light sounding mare. Maybe it wasnt an adult. She sighed as she thought about her own foals. Bring them into the world. They would be her precious last ones. The thought made her unhappy but she was getting rather old for any more children. Micah and Awnaety were her first, then came her four. Six already. That should already be more than enough to satify a mother. Now that shes got more, shes definetly going to have to stop. Pretty soon she'll forget all her children's name. Tetyawna shook that thought. No, she was still somewhat young and a kid at heart. The mare continued her picking. Hooves got closer. She was rather close to her home, and her home was the only soquili resident around here, perhaps whoever it is, may be visiting her? Then again who would that be. Maybe ones that had luckily run into a home nearby.
Taking her thoughts and shoving them in a box, she concentrated on collecting the riped berries into her mouth the mashing them. Squeezing all the delicious juice out. Then all the 'meat' of the berry mushed and still tastey.
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