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Posted: Mon Apr 23, 2007 10:09 pm
Her talk with her mother had renewed her spirit. No matter what happened, nothing could keep her down and make her do something that she didn't want to do. She had not lost her spirit... Afterall, her mother was still wild and free and she had three children running around. Her father...
Well, her father was another story and she still wasn't all that happy with him. She might forgive him later but it would take some time... Until then she was determined to enjoy the cool night air away from the lake; away from Nuka's watchful gaze.
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Posted: Fri Apr 27, 2007 3:19 pm
He'd decided to give Atsila her space for the moment. Maybe a bit of wandering would cool her head and she would decide that what he and her father told her was best. He doubted it but there was always hope.
He waited by the lake napping occasionally and thinking about what would come out of all this. He'd been watching the mare and the stallion since they'd returned to the camp. She was acting normal for a pregnant mare even if she was a little more hotheaded than usual. He was worried that she'd do something that she would regret if he didn't keep an eye on her
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Posted: Fri Apr 27, 2007 3:48 pm
She had made it back to the camp, eventually. It was too late to roam the forests but still early enough for the natives to be awake. She could feel their eyes on her and, for once, she wished that her father hadn't taken the green mare away with their little ones. Then they would be watching them instead of her.
She shifted on her hooves, a chill racing down her spine. She hated it. She hated this. She couldn't stay here; not another minute. She bolted, taking off as if she'd been spooked, blind to everything else around her and running into various things around the camp as a result starting with the rack that Ayatas had stretched a hide over to dry out.
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Posted: Sun May 06, 2007 11:58 am
The racket drew her out of the teepee where she'd been working on sewing something for Tsisqua that she hadn't wanted him to see. Pale blue eyes were wide as she stared at the mare turning their camp upsidedown. Something wasn't right...
Without thinking she bolted after the mare, trying as best she could to avoid the things that were being knocked this way and that. She managed to get in front of the mare, holding her hands out in front of her as if that could stop the hooves from coming down atop her as the mare reared up. She closed her eyes, expecting the worst even as she tried to force soothing sounds from her mouth.
She had almost done it... She had almost come down on top of the copper haired two-legger. The woman who her father had said would always take care of them if something was ever wrong. Something was wrong. Everything hurt.
She staggered back just in time to keep her hooves from hitting the woman, a wave of pain rolling through her, drawing everything tight. This was all his fault. "Nukaaa."
Hearing the soft whine-like whinny she stepped forward slowly, leaving her hands outstretched in front of her. "Hush... It will be good. Tsisqua and Ayatas will make it so." She nodded slowly, running her hand carefully down along the mare's neck as she stepped up beside her, letting it pause on her belly. "Your little ones are ready to say hello."
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Posted: Wed May 09, 2007 9:18 am
From the lakeside he heard what the racket from the camp. It wasn't loud but with how far he was if he heard it then it must have been horrible up close. Thinking that something could have happened to Atsila he turned and charged back toward the camp.
They lived close enough to the woods that any sort of predator could have come out and tried to nab her while she wasn't paying attention. Either that or she'd gone into another fit and that would be even worse if she hurt herself.
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Posted: Thu May 10, 2007 2:21 pm
By the time the stallion returned to the small camp she'd managed to coax the mare into lying down, gently stroking her neck. The contractions were closer together now and, between she and Tsisqua, they agreed that she would keep the mare as calm as possible while he made sure that the foals were alright as they arrived.
She moved her head against the ground, whimpering softly as another wave of pain washed through her. The woman's voice was soothing but she couldn't understand most of what she said. She... Wanted her Mama and if Mama couldn't be around well, she'd settle for Nuka.
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Posted: Thu May 10, 2007 2:30 pm
He noticed the scent in the air almost the moment he entered the camp. It was blood and something else. Hooves kicking up dust he almost scrambled to find Atsila and the two-leggers. Foals .... his foals.
Nickering softly he moved over, careful not to step on the female two legger, and leaned down to nuzzle Atsila's cheek.
He watched the Stallion carefully until he was assured that he wasn't going to get too nosy. He and Ayatas had made baskets for this occasion and he had them near by waiting for the foals as they made it into the world.
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Posted: Thu May 10, 2007 2:33 pm
She sniffed slightly, relaxing as she caught a trace of Nuka's scent. "Stupid stallion..." She murmured, tilting her head towards his while attempting to n** at him in a half-hearted manner. "Hate you." She didn't mean the words as much now as she had when she'd first said them... She was just glad that he was there.
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Posted: Thu May 10, 2007 2:40 pm
"No you don't" He kept himself away from her teeth and stayed close enough that she'd know he was there. No way in heavens would he miss being there for his mate when she was giving birth to his foals no matter how grumpy she was.
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Posted: Thu May 10, 2007 2:45 pm
Hours had passed... More than she'd been able to count. The natives had stayed with her the entire time... And so had Nuka. She had eventually slept nestled close to her two baskets; protective motherly instincts finally overtaking her desire to run.
Somewhere close to sunset she woke up with a slight start, looking around quickly before relaxing. She lowered her head, letting it rest against the top of one of the baskets. "Nuka?" She hadn't seen him upon opening her eyes... But he had to be around somewhere.
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Posted: Thu May 10, 2007 2:50 pm
He'd watched her sleep, ignoring his stomach telling him he was hungry, to make sure that she was truly alright. When she lifted her head he smiled.
"Right here." He leaned down and nuzzled her neck from where he was behind her. The foals were defiantly his. The colors on them proved they could be nothing but theirs.
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Posted: Thu May 10, 2007 2:58 pm
She tilted her head slightly, touching the tip of her muzzle to his cheek. "You're gonna have t'meet my Mama..." She murmured softly before letting her head rest on the basket once more. "Once they're out an' all... An' we can go find 'er."
She sighed softly as she closed her eyes once more, still to tired to do much else. "They yours?" Her brow lofted slightly and, somewhere in the sleepiness, there was a bit of teasing.
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Posted: Thu May 10, 2007 3:02 pm
"Long as your Mama isn't like Remy." He chuckled slightly as he moved around her to nose at the baskets. "You know good and well they're mine, ours." He smiled at her. "Our little family"
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Posted: Thu May 10, 2007 3:07 pm
"Mama..." She sighed softly as she shifted to make herself a bit more comfortable. "... Is alot like me. Non, Ah'm alot like her. Dah always said so." She nodded slowly as she opened one eye to peer up at the stallion. "Ah'm glad they're yours..."
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Posted: Thu May 10, 2007 7:08 pm
"Hopefully she doesn't have as much bite as you do." he snorted softly in amusement. Atsila had to have gotten that from Remy. Her mother couldn't be that bad since she was nice as long as she wasn't ticked off about something.
He looked at the baskets and nuzzled them. "I'm glad your glad." That was better than her wishing they were someone else's.
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