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 Posted: Sun Jun 24, 2007 2:34 pm
[[PRP for Swirly, Skye and Para to mark the birth of the triplets. Please don't post without permission! <3]]
It was getting awfully warm as of late and just a little cramped. She didn't know why that was, she'd never figured out why she couldn't see anything in the first place. For a start, she had strange things on her face that open and closed...but that never really made a difference when she did that. When she closed them it was dark, when she opened them it was still dark - it made no sense!
It was one of those questions that had 'troubled' her for some time now. So troubled was she by this little issue that she had never once move or jerked and to the outside world she must have appeared to be asleep. She had no idea she had been unceremoniously plunked into a strange stick thing at birth but as of late she had the strangest urge to push at the boundaries.
...It was weird, she could hear stuff but she couldn't see anything. There was something on the other side of the 'wall' and while it had been warm in this strange place she was beginning to wonder. She wanted to know who they were and why they sounded so strange - what they looked like and she wanted to know if there was something outside the strange, dark place.
Was there?
Without time to think, her leg gave an unconscious kick against the boundaries and much to her surprise she felt it bend. So she kicked again, just a little harder and this time it seemed to stick. Unable to crane her head round to see, she gave another tiny and inaudible grunt as she smacked at the sides with her hoof once again.
...Then she saw the light.
Her hoof pierced through the strange boundary and the ray of light came trickling in. Her ears swivelled at this and with a tiny breath of surprise she allowed her other hoof to kick. Gathering her strength she braced herself and in a rather undignified manner she began to make her escape.
Hindlegs popped out first.
Then hindquarters.
Until at last only her forelegs, shoulders and head appeared to be stuck inside. This was somewhat problematic given that she needed to be the other way to see the light. So she gave another tug, wiggling her rump through effort as she dug her hooves into the soil and pulled. There was no pop, not crack...but with a small squeal she managed to pull her head from the basket and abruptly lost her footing.
Remaining on her rump with a startled expression on her face, her eyes soon became wide at the sight before her.
It wasn't dark!
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Posted: Sun Jun 24, 2007 4:13 pm
 Jesums… Was it ever boring in here? The little filly had figured out some time ago that being in the weird not-quite solid box was going to be short-term. The sort of short term where if she didn’t get out soon she’d go crazy. Nobody else to talk to, no real movement, nothing.. Just.. Being here in a stupid little container while her.. Well she wasn’t too sure what was going on outside but.. She should be involved!
For the little filly inside the troubling part wasn’t why she was in here since it was obvious that there were others, it was why was she in here when her mother or father or anybody else for that matter could have her outside running. She had played with her leg muscles yesterday and when her brain told them to do something.. They did it! Cool right?
Her mind was racing and it felt like she had just had a bunch of something that was entirely too sugar for her small frame. Since her constant movement from the past couple of days the basket had become much more flexible and much easier to manuever in and around. Yes, all-in-all she was glad to have been able to see more. Tiny holes covered the basket from the squirming. Tiny but growing.
When would it melt away?
As she lay in her basket, the little one rolled back onto her back as best as possible to try to figure out if laying the other way was the proper way to get out of a contrainer. She’d been on her side, then the other side then tried to stand.. Then.. She had lost track of what all had been done. Not that it mattered too much..
Something then CRACKED.
Both eyes opened wide in confusion. How she knew they were eyes? Well.. That was a different story and an anatomy lesson. What in the name of all things small and confining was that noise? Did it mean something? Had she done good?
She tried it again.
Another loud crack.
When she peaked again, since her eyes had shut tightly, (this was scary work you know when the only thing you’ve known for a full week kept you from hardly moving) there was a ring of light and the little one saw herself for the first time, but barely. Her hooves seemed like a silvery-shiny color and up her legs was also white? Bah! This lighting didn’t do anything to flatter what she wanted to see. Kick and Crack! The lid of the basket shot off and spindle legs flew in the air. Anybody watching would see a baby on it’s back flailing it’s legs. Thinking as quickly as she could the babe rolled to her side and stood for the first time.
Oh lord, what had she managed to get herself into this time? The world was a whole lot bigger than her container…
She was free!
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Posted: Sun Jun 24, 2007 9:15 pm
No, it was more of she was simply mellow enough to enjoy her time inside this place with simple contentedness. Why should she leave this place? It was nice and safe and though sometimes far too warm for her comfort, it was a good place to stay. Besides, did she have anything else better to do?
Tiny brown ears flicked, catching the sounds of something cracking and tearing, breaking apart into something else. That interested her a bit. Was there something outside making those sounds? Who was it? Was it fun? Shrugging at the thought she decided that maybe, just maybe it'd be worth the effort of getting outside.
With a wiggle of her butt, she set to work. Shifting, shoving, grunting and general just trying to get out. It was a lot harder than she had thought it would be and she was quickly growing tired from all of the excercise. She wouldn't give up though, at least not yet.
She kicked out again with her back legs, frustraton egging her on. Finally, something seemed to bend and groan. She stopped and tried to look back at it, it had been quite an interesting sound. As nothing immediately greeted her ministrations, she tried a different method.
Straining upward against the basket top, only relenting for a moment to rest after the satisfying groan and crack had repeated itself above her. Growling and frustrated enough now to almost purposefully hurt herself she shoved again until finally--
CRACK-POP
Squinting and blinking tears from her eyes at the sudden invasion of light she managed a glance around before the pain in her forehead made her pause for a moment.
She wasn't sure she'd like a world where looking around hurt.
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Posted: Mon Jun 25, 2007 8:04 am
Lovey had gone on a quick walk down to the stream just to grab a drink of water and to stretch out her legs. Two of the three babies had been overly active today, squirming and sometimes a grunt would be heard. They had all been moving more recently and she feared that soon it would be time to have them running all over the place. She feared it because she was after all only one mother. How would she take care of three potentially rowdy youngsters?
These thoughts nagged and chewed at her mind which made the pace that she was walking at much slower than her usual one. Contemplative chewing at her lower lip and bright green eyes downcast she looked up just in time to see little legs flailing, another little one standing, and a third with tear-filled eyes that seemed frustrated at the strain or perhaps bothered by the light? Oh dear lord she had missed the hatchings of her babies.
Greeat.. Just out of the gate and her mothering skills already had gotten points taken off.
Stepping up carefully, Lovey smiled down at all three… girls. Oh lord.. Someone was in an interesting mood to have given her all three girls. Each was just as precious as the next to her.
The first that had hatched, or so she assumed by the way that the little one had made it happily out of the basket was a white-cream little thing. Her fur looked silky and she had the same sort of inverse colored markings as Biscuit only much much lighter. A cream-gold blaze and leggings with just a cream body… The little beauty also had Lovey’s eyes. Not quite as bright but most definitely just as purely green.
The next filly that caught her eyes had decided to come out of the basket backwards. She had a very light cream body that turned to white on a faint blaze and small white leggings. Her eyes too had the green of Lovey but were nearly identical in brightness and hue. Smiling, Lovey even noticed the yellow-sparkly heart on the babe’s rump. Yes, this one took most after her.. Perhaps even ditziness too?
And last but not least, the little brown filly. Her coat was marking-less and completely solid. A rich and warm brown that made Lovey smile. The mane was beautiful to her… Instead of blue-purple streaks this little one had brown and darker brown running through them. Soulful brown eyes and a stumpy little tail. Such a pretty little girl, so much like her father and yet different at the same time.
Sighing softly, Lovey moved forward and stood in front of all three, “Hello darlings.. Can you guess who I am?”
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Posted: Thu Jun 28, 2007 2:29 pm
...No?
That would have been Honey's first thought as she was addressed by the giant. Even from this distance, the mare was huge in comparison to the tiny foal and left her between awe and a little bit of fear. What world had she come in to? A land where everything was so big and bright...a land where her legs didn't want to function for her!
"Mmrr?" She replied at last, canting her head to one side as she surveyed her mother. There was little more that she could say, she wasn't exactly sure of how to even form the words in her mouth, let alone express herself accordingly. If she was entirely honest, she thought her response was just right...It said exactly what she wanted to say.
Unfortunately, she wasn't entirely sure of what that was.
"Wazzubie?" She added.
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Posted: Fri Jun 29, 2007 4:19 pm
A Game!
The cream-white filly with the sparkling yellow heart just continued to stare up at the very tall, very purple, and very hairy mare-lady that had come up upon them in such a hurry. This was her.. Uh.. Right, this was the game part. Having to have a single clue just who precisely the lady was. Slashing the golden tail back and forth, she waited for her sisters to give a clue.
Blinking wide green eyes and staring at the lady with curiosity, Flossi tossed her head back when the purple hank of hair fell into her face. Waitaminute. The big mare lady had purple hair.. And a heart on her butt! Ohoh! She wasn’t “Mmrr!” She was.. Their aunt! Or mom! Or grandma! Oh crap.. Which of those did she pick from? Turning to the brown filly that was probably her sister she spoke for the first time.
“Yah gotta clue, eh?”
Was that the right thing to say to someone related to her?
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Posted: Sat Jun 30, 2007 2:59 pm
Fudge shook her head, rubbing her face against a wobbly leg to get the tears out of her eyes. She blinked, ears flicking forward as the sudden bombardment of senses and presences made her stop for a moment. She looked around, catching sight of to others who looked like they'd just come out of the basket-things too and another one, much bigger than any of them, standing close by.
Had the big one just said something? She blinked and looked at her in confusion, not really understanding the question. She glanced at the other two and listened as the one closet to her, a white one with orange and purple hair.
"Um..." Was her reply as she looked back and forth from the big one and the little one who looked remarkably like the big on. "She's...." Another look between the two, "im...portant....?" She had no clue what to say or do.
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Posted: Sat Jun 30, 2007 8:05 pm
Lovey couldn’t decide whether her three little ones were just too adorable or if she was wanting to be sad that none of them had managed to guess who she was precisely. Then too the only one of them hat really bore a whole lot of resemblance in color was the middle-child and well.. She was busy trying to make this a game. The silly thing. The little girl with the gold stockings and green eyes had said some nonsense words, must have gotten that from her father. Instead of making ‘rational” guesses she’d probably just wait to be told. Which was fair enough in Lovey’s mind… and for the sweet teary-eyed brown baby.. Important was a good enough answer for Lovey.
“Well my darlings.. I’m your mother. My name is Lovey Dovey, but I’m figuring that you all will pick to call me mom in some form or another.” Which was probably the correct thing. Lovey was now the father of four little ones. Three that had just hatched and another that had started to truly grow like a weed. Bah, she was getting nostalgic on herself again. Smiling down at the three she nuzzled at each of their necks.
“Darlings.. Would you like to have your names now?”
Oh lord.. She wasn’t overly sure what was the proper way to go about this. Their father hadn’t really ever found out for sure and for certain that she was pregnant. One of them would have to have a nickname until they all found Biscuit and he’d get to name them. Smiling down at the little one with the yellow heart Lovey just watched her for a moment.. Okay.. What name to pick for a little one like this? Candy? Sweetie? No.. none of those were really fitting what she wanted.
Frowning for a moment, Lovey paused before blurting out, “CandiFloss!”
Now onto the sweet one that seemed a bit confused about what was going on. Biscuit was brown.. Biscuit’s were a type of food.. What was another type of food that was brown and lovely… “Fudge!” Yes.. She’d be her sweet little Fudgie.
Ut-oh.. Biscuit deserved to be able to name one of the three, even if he hadn’t been around for most everything. “You darling are getting something special too.. But it’ll be on hold. You’ll always be my little Honey.. But your daddy is going to pick your full name.”
… once they found him.
Would the girls like their names?
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Posted: Mon Jul 02, 2007 8:18 am
Honey's ear swivelled as she was given a name, she didn't understand the context of it all that well but she was aware that it was a little more important than the other words. From then on, she decided that anyone who said 'Honey' would result in her looking round...it obviously had something to do with her if her 'mummy' had said so. This place was rather strange, but she would get used to it eventually.
"Muuuu...mmy?" Bracing herself, she pulled herself up somewhat unsteadily and swayed on the spot. Apparently her legs didn't function all that well as of yet but she had enough balance to at least stand still - how that would work when she tried to 'walk' was another matter entirely. She'd come to that eventually, it wasn't important right now. What was important, was the creatures in front of her...the creatures that looked a lot like her.
There was just one thing bothering her.
"What's a daddy?" She enquired curiously.
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Posted: Mon Jul 02, 2007 9:30 am
CandiFloss? What in the name of all things was that? She’d have to be sure on just what precisely she was named after, but right now there were too many things for her to do to just stand around and not do anything. Flicking both ears backa nd forth Flossy pranced in place before looking over to where Fudge was standing. Fudge, Flossy, and Honey! They were a family right? The words and knowledge that she gathered didn’t seem to make too much sense, just something that was inherited. Giggling slightly, Flossy looked around again.. Would they get to play soon?
Wiggling her stumpy little cream tail back and forth the little cream-white filly focused her attention onto her mother for a few moments. “Okay.. So what do we all you? Are you mummy? Mom? Mother? Mam? Mamma?” The words that came out of the filly were all said in rapid-fire and strung together. Everything she had said so far had had a certain drawn together feel to it, but that one was even more rapid. Poor Lovey.
Wait… Honey had just asked a rather interesting question.
What was a daddy precisely? “Yeah Iwantaknow what Honey asked pleasemommaplease.”
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Posted: Mon Jul 02, 2007 3:11 pm
Fudge looked back and forth at the two others who were apparently her siblings and the big one that was apparently her mama. THis certainly wasn't a bad thing in her mind, having two others to play with was always a plus and having a "mama" probably wouldn't be so bad once she got used to it, but this "daddy" thing was a bit odd.
She glanced down at herself and realized with an odd thought that she clearly did not look like her mama, nor, it seemed, did she look like her two "sisters". Did she look like "daddy" then? Why wasn't "daddy" here?
She was curious to know, that was for sure. What did "daddy" look like for sure? Certainly they weren't directly here so she had no way to know if anything was true. As everyone in this place was female, she was beginning to assume that her "daddy" was female, which in retrospect really is not good for a little filly to think.
But what could she or anyone else do? Perhaps if she lay down and waited for her legs to stop wobbling, "daddy" would come by and everything would be solved. Yes, that would do.
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Posted: Mon Jul 02, 2007 6:18 pm
And again Lovey felt a wave of confusion. Okay, so she had left and in the time she was gone all three little ones had come into the world. But nobody really needed to know that because… nothing had happened to them in her absence. Was that corrupt? Probably, but right now she had other issues. She’d never been around truly newly hatched babies before.. How did she talk to them properly. Did she love on them now? Or let them wait. The questions plagued at her mind and she was probably going to just have to wing it to make life good for the babies.
Okay.. She’d do what she did when they hatched and just take each apart one by one in what they said or didn’t say. What was a Daddy? Did she really want to explain? If only Biscuit were here.. It’d be so much nicer to just be able to step to the side and go “-that- is a Daddy..” Wait a minute… Why couldn’t she do that? Biscuit hadn’t been around for the term of her pregnancy, the birth, the basket hatching, or the well.. Right now.. But he’d be the one to get to know what he was and he’d tell his little ones.. “I’m going to take all three of you to see him now..”
She had moved in between the Islagiatt herd lands and where Caelen lived to be able to stay within range of both. If the girls began traveling now it would only take them a day or less going at a nice easy pace. She couldn’t stress out her babies with too much too soon. “We’re going to spend the next day or so walking.. And when we get there you’ll all know what a daddy is.”
Nuzzling at Flossy’s mane then moving to Fudge, Lovey looked at all three girls. “Time to go darlings.”
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Posted: Mon Jul 02, 2007 6:39 pm
[[***Skipping forward***]]
Although the Herd Lands may have been situated on the slopes, they had been chosen wisely by the Alpha female. Determined to ensure that all children had a safe and secure home, Yei Umeko had sought out a location that she deemed 'perfect' for them. With forests for shelter and 'meadows' to flounce through they had plenty to see and do...That being said, the presence of such foliage also gave much greater grip.
These were the lands in which Biscuit had grown up and favoured. A lover of these lands, he would be the first to defend them and to coo over them. He knew of few that appreciated them as much as the majority of his herd but then again...they were the only ones that lived there.
The last few days had been pleasant though, mild enough in terms of heat but the sun had allowed the stallion to bask in the rays and to be an overall sloth - a complete sloth at that. Savouring the warm tingling upon his pelt, he was more than content to lie down and doze in the meadows as opposed to doing anything that others may deem as constructive...
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Posted: Mon Jul 02, 2007 6:52 pm
By all things holy. That stallion was dead.
Lovey had spent a rather long almost two and a half days trying to get the little ones actually to the herd lands. She had taken for granted that she was about a ½ day at her own pace, but three little girls. Cut that pace up and ripped it to shreds. First someone would be hungry.. Then thirsty.. Then one would fall down so the other two would start to laugh and fall down also. “If everybody jumped off of a cliff..” Sort of scenario. Then they’d play about twenty-thousand questions as to where they were.. When they were going to be there… Flossy had been the most.. Vocal of the group.
Honey.. Where did she start with the little one? She’d fallen all over herself it seemed like. Sure, all of them had been unsteady but Lovey felt almost a constant “ohshit” feeling. Fussing that if Honey fell the wrong way she’d injure herself just a day or so out of the basket.. That wouldn’t do at all.
CandiFloss.. Sweet Flossy.. Ha. She was the most difficult to deal with in the sense of who was pushing what buttons and when. Flossy woke all of them early and had an extreme amount of energy.. But as the day wore on it took sheer bribery and loving to keep her from being overly petulant and cranky. Once Flossy had even lifted a leg to kick at Lovey.. That had ended up in the mamma actually knocking her down. She had felt bad.. But it had to be done.
Then there was Fudge… She didn’t know too much about her little Fudgie as of yet except that she was so sweet and amicable that it was about all Lovey could do not to thank the babe. No loud complaints… just simple requests it seemed. Lovey really had a hard time thinking of anything Fudge had done to make herself garner extra attention.
So. Time for “daddy” to meet his babies… What was that up there? It seemed.. Brown…
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Posted: Mon Jul 02, 2007 6:59 pm
No, the stallion was very much alive and if he had anything to do with it he would stay alive. That being said, in his half conscious state he could only release a small snort - which presented him with a rather interesting set of scents. One he recognised quite well, he hadn't smelled it in well over nine months but all the same...
Lifting his head somewhat, the stallion turned his bleary gaze on the approaching mare and released a grunt. Her form was blurred through tiredness but he recognised the coat and the rather unusual mane - alas, it appeared that his assumptions were correct. However, as he continued to watch the mare approach something else caught his attention - three tiny forms stumbling, scurrying and scuttling along.
His vision cleared rather swiftly at that.
"You have got to be kidding." He mumbled to himself, remaining in his place as he continued to watch, although there was no denying it. The closer they came, the more that sense of 'oh christ' overwhelmed him.
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