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Waya, the proud stallion that he was, found himself pacing in front of the mouth of the cave. His brow was knitted with worry for his love...and his children. He was wearing a path down around the mouth, his hooves having traversed the path many times since she had entered the protective stone walls.

Sucking in a breath he quietly turned his head and looked towards the center of the cave, into the inky blackness. He heard nothing but the gently sigh of her breath from within. Slowly the large dark stallion entered the cave, looking through the dim light for her figure. "Princess?" he called tenativly. "Is...can I get you anything? How are you feeling?" he asked her, though he voice held back the wall of emotion he felt, he wasnt sure if she would snap at him and tell him to leave, but he was worried.

Waya entered the cave with more vigor as he was permitted enterance. He could see her vauge outline in the dim lightly before him now and he stopped to lay down beside her, nuzzling her softly with his black velvet muzzle. "how can I help?" he asked her, eyeing her softly as she breathed quietly in the dark. She seemed like she wasnt in any pain yet, and that was good, however the task of possably having to fetch a two legger should things go wrong weighed heavily on his mind.

He had watched Princess grow heavy with child, and her stomach was much larger than just one foal... and she had prepaired three baskets just in case, stealing them like a tricky fox. He was nervous for her, and the well being of their children.

Waya nodded softly and nuzzled her gently, his blue eyes closeing and just listening to the sound of her breathing. His eyes snapped open as he felt the stillness of the air and a slight grunt that issued from his mate, followed by the sound of liquid on the cave floor and the heavty sent of the birthing in the air. "I will my love...They will be safe.." he nodded to her and stood, the proud stallion was ready to usher his children into the world, and keep his family safe, no matter the cost.

Helaku edged over to Halloween, also feeling rather out of place. However, instead of seeing the herd as a tight group, he saw it more like...a net. The knots might be scattered or spaced apart, but they all needed each other, and could rely on each other. Each contributed to the strength of a whole, even if they didn't follow each other's every move. It worked quite nicely with his tendency to stay by himself or with Olathe, knowing that he had allies to call on. "Hey," he spoke softly to Halloween. "You know we're here if you need us, right?"

The ebony stallion watched the mare on the floor of the cave, his brow knitted with worry as she labored on the floor. He had never witnessed birthing before, but to hear the mares speak of it...he knew it had to be painful. To see his strong love reduced to whimpering on the floor..he knew it was the most painful thing a mare could ever do, but they did it. They all did it, for the sake of love.

Hurrying beside princess he watched as the small wriggling foal was the first to come out. In the dim lighting he couldnt tell if it was a filly or a colt, but he did as princess asked him. He cleaned the foal of the birthing sac and nestled it down safely in its basket. Yet princess was still on the floor when he was done, and by her panting and breathing he knew she wasnt done yet, there was another foal to come. "The first is safe." he said reassuringly to her.

Waya watched his love with an experession that was mixed elation and worry. He was witnessing the birth of his children, the beautiful union of their souls, but she was in so much pain... and struggling it seemed to bring them forth.

He dutifully washed the foal as he fell to the ground beside princess at the bace of his charcoal hooves and slipped it into a basket beside the first. Muffled bleeting and scooting sounds told him they where both fine and healthy. "Both are safe..." he said, bending his long neck to press his muzzle against her cheek. He wounded if she was done, or if there where more foals in side.

Waya watched his weary love, he could tell by how long she strained with the last foal that she was tired, and rightly so. He nudged the foal with his nose and washed it clean as it slowly slipped from her and onto the cool ground of the cave. He placed the little one into a basket and listened to the sounds from all three of the baskets.. they where parents.

He moved to her side and laid down in front of her, pressing his muzzle to her brown, feeling the sweat of her efforts on his chocolate coat. "They are all fine... three beautiful foals."