$*CrazyHick*$
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Post by $*CrazyHick*$ on Dec 4, 2008 17:11:40 GMT -5
The sun rose high above the wind rustling the autumn leaves about ranging the leaves from bright organges to dull yellows. She sighed she had blowed up literally like a balloon over the past few months . She shifted her weight from one foot to the other. She had been feeling the contractions all throughout the day and she had excused herself from his side momentarily least till she gave birth to her little blessing. Seriously as the day moved on the contractions grew more rougher and hostile and her barrel constricted tightly and Rana moved her muzzle back to nuzzle her heaving belly. Her sides were beginning to sweat and her breathing soon turned into panting which was heavy and separated. She felt a slightly twitch and a watery substance ran its way down her legs. Her tail went up and she began to walk back and forth in a pace like manner.
She whinnied softly in aggitation as finally after hours of contraction she saw the beginning of the front hooves which were black and covered with amniotic fluid and other things left to the imagination. She slowly laid down on her side and breathed long and hard and gave one final push the baby gushing out in a matter of seconds. She stood then the placenta hanging from her body and she began to clean her babies face cleaning the airways and then his body exposing the silver roan which made her smile the little colt was already moving in twitching but Rana was not done yet. She felt the pain of more contraction but didnt know if they were as they were twice as strong Rana began to pace faster her eyes staying on her first born she was so exhausted. She laid back on the ground and began to push a loud whinny of pain and exhaustion pulling from her chest. She snorted quiet loudly as the rear hooves appeared after two hours of pushing and agony and finally the baby poured out along with alot of fluid a water baby probably this worried Rana. She went to it quickly cleaning the nose and mouth and eating the sac off them. She nudged the other little twin the brother looking alike and so much like their father Rana hoped this one was ok....
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Post by Halo on Dec 4, 2008 17:26:53 GMT -5
The first thing he feels is...tired...and the second thing, while laying in the grass and panting, is a painful burning in his chest with each rasping breath. He coughs weakly in the attempt to rid himself of the terrible sensation but success is limited. The only comfort he finds is the gentle lapping of a warm, rough tongue on his face and body, but he doesn't have the energy to open his eyes and gaze at his loving dam. He merely lets out a soft squeak that doesn't come close to a whinny, the best greeting he can utter.
The silver roan forces his eyes open, lifting one eyelid at a time and suddenly squinting as his orbs realize the brightens around him, growing accustomed to it slowly. He turns his half-lidded gazers in their sockets to fix his mother with a dulled stare, a tiny smile creasing his damp maw as he struggles with lifting his head, muscles shaking with the effort. A tiny nicker trembles upon his kissers before he drops back on the ground and coughs, a shiver running up his body and ears swiveling backward. ~Stetson
(OOC: Could have been better, but I am in a rush...)
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$*CrazyHick*$
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Post by $*CrazyHick*$ on Dec 10, 2008 11:33:37 GMT -5
As she watched the two of her children and notices the birds and things are making alot of noise leats no predators are in the area. She watched the weaker foal and wondered if he was ok she was a first time mother her experience limited entirely she encouraged her little ones with nickers telling them to push their muscles. His greeting was a squeak and made her harks perk the other colt had managed a somewhat whinny and he was even now standing suckling on a tit drinking his mothers warm milk his tail flicking. "Stetson come on son you can do it" she said softly nudging him softly with her muzzle trying to help him stand he was weak she could very well see that and it wasnt a good sign but she wasnt going to give up on him that easily her and Risk had made these two out of love and these little blessings were her responsiblilty. She nickered again stepping foreward interuppting Cowboys mean and she came up behind the weak colt nudging him in the rump "put your front hooves out in front dear and I'll help you" she said softly.
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Post by Halo on Dec 10, 2008 17:45:50 GMT -5
The little one grunts as he is nudged, the only response he can manage for the time. He listens to his dam's instructions and wiggles the best he can to free his fores from beneath his body; even the small weight feels like an unmovable burden to him but he manages to stretch out his fronts as he is told. It takes them many attempts, most of which ended with him crashing back to the ground which is thankfully cushioned by grasses, until he is standing. It's a wide stance, spindly legs shaking like leaves in an autumn's wind and his head low, eyes filled with a lack of confidence as he glances at Rana. He looks towards his brother, Cowboy, who seems to have taken to his legs quite well (at least as far as Stet can tell) and pouts quietly with embarrassment. He wishes he could do better, make his mama proud of him. ~Stetson
(OOC: SORRY! CRAPPY POST! MUSE...DYING!)
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$*CrazyHick*$
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Post by $*CrazyHick*$ on Dec 11, 2008 19:31:15 GMT -5
Rana stepped into Stetson view blocking his brother from his view. "Come on dear try harder" she said licking her soft wet tongue over his head for encouragement. She wanted him to get up she would continue on until he was able to walk and she even allowed Cowboy to suckle as she cooed to him and smiled nudging him once more with her maw. She even folded her legs up underneath her watching him and slowly showing him how to get up. Cowboy finaly just flopped down ont he ground and snorted lightly whickering his own encouragement to his little brother. Rana smiled "now try again my son" she said.
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Post by Halo on Dec 11, 2008 19:45:19 GMT -5
Stetons sniffles quietly, his breath quavering in his throat and his breathing a heavier than it really should be even with the amount of exertion the task requires. He struggles for another few minutes with getting his legs more underneath his body instead of sticking out at the angles that they are, wanting them to look more like his mother's. When he finally succeeds and puts pressure on his one hind he squeels in pain and jerks it up off the ground so quickly that he stumbles. He would have taken a nasty fall if Rana were not standing there at the time, his body falling against her fore and holding him up.
He turns his head to look at the limb as it throbs painfully, tears bubbling forth in his eyes as he can't find anything wrong. Stet tries to put it down again but this time only the slight weight of the hind itself flares up new sensations of agony. The colt releases a strangled sob and presses his face into his dam's shoulder as if hiding his face would keep the pain from finding him. ~Stetson
(OOC: Blah...)
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$*CrazyHick*$
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Post by $*CrazyHick*$ on Dec 13, 2008 11:31:12 GMT -5
I will always be with you. Makes no difference where your road takes you to. Even if we´re apart, now we´re joined at the path. Though our moment may be gone you and i will still live on.
I will always be with you. I´ll be by your side whatever you do. Other mem´ries may fade, but the ones that we made are eternal as a star. Now I´m part of who you are.Rana watches with her owned pained eyes her son just struggling to walk. Her mind telling her to help yet she was a beginner mother she knew things should come natural, and even now she felt so confused and suddenly not so natural. She blamed this on herself maybe she wasnt destined to have children or perhaps it was just her body who didnt like it and was coming back with revenger but it could have been on her not her baby boy. As he stumbled and caught himself with her bodice sher gasped lightly her own tears coming forth. Poor Stetson Rana had no clue what was wrong with her son and he cried out in pain made her heart wrench why did it have to be her son she would loved him forever. She nickered to him and Cowboy laid down watching his bother flicking his ears. Rana nickered to Stetson and nuzzled to him speaking ever so softly "shh shh it will be ok my little Stetson" she said so softly like a mother would though she didnt know what to do. And I´ll be there with you in the sound of your laughter. I´ll be in the tears you cry, ´cause the way you and I have touched one and other doesn´t end with goodbye.
I wll always be with you, like a guardian angel, constant and true. When you´re lost in the night and you can´t see the light my love will see you through.
I will always be there. You have me there. I will always be with you
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Post by Halo on Dec 13, 2008 11:52:26 GMT -5
Risk had been looking everywhere for Rana when she didn't return for several hours, worry seizing him and ushering him with great intensity out of Symphony Falls in search for her. Just now he is setting foot in the Sweet Firefly Meadow, nostrils flaring to take in every scent he can't in order to find the special one that is his lover. And there it is, though there is something different about it. Still! She's there and he has to reunite with her as quickly as possible. So the stallion resumes his search in a trot, which stops suddenly when he sees his mate...and looking so sad. "Rana?" he nickers quietly and approaches.
He happens to look down then, blinking at the two silver roan colts as if they were aliens. Oh, he's seen babies before, but none that were so beautiful (in his opinion). He smiles tentatively before stepping forward the nuzzle Rana gently, whispering. "Are you okay?" His licks his lips nervously, ears folding back gently as he looks over her bodice at the little one (Cowboy) who is laying in the grasses.
Stetson looks up suddenly, as if just recognizing the large equine. He squeaks and cowers, this time sticking his head under his dam, his little body shaking uncontrollably. He mewls softly, licking the inside of his mother's fore in an almost begging way. Risk frowns and takes a step away, trying to make the foal more comfortable. ~Risk/Stetson
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Post by $*CrazyHick*$ on Dec 13, 2008 12:19:48 GMT -5
Rana lifted her head and perked her harks as she heard another sound. She snorted her nostrils flaring and she whickered it was her love she wasnt alone she had Risk now maybe he could help. As she sees him her eyes light up with mirth she was so happy to see him. However she didnt step foreward as she felt her son leaning on her for support and she frowned once again. She nipped and licked Risk when he approached so happily "Risk these are your sons Stetson, Cowboy. Stetson Cowboy this is your father your sire" she said softly leaning her head down licking Stetson head with a light lick and motioning foreward with a soft tender nudge and nicker.
Cowboy got his legs under him and hoisted himself up. His large amber eyes wary as he also hid under his mother. They didnt know this strange stag before them and he began to shake however after his mother coaxed him out he did step out and look up at his sire a small smile lighting up his feature and small whinny coming out as Cowboy managed to stagger to his sire. Looking up with big round orbs in astonishment he would be this big some day and he stood up like a cocky aroggant stud he wanted to be. He nickered and licked his sire foreleg in a greeting.
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Post by Halo on Dec 16, 2008 14:18:37 GMT -5
Risk is positively a flutter on the inside with the excitement he feels, having to contain it for the sake of the little ones and their fears. Cowboy approaches him and the sire grins from 'ear-to-ear' as he lowers his head so he can be at more eye level with his son. He purrs out a soft hello, answering the affectionate lick with a careful nuzzle on the colt's tiny withers. "Cowboy...Dang, Rana, you did wonderfully. They're so...so...great." His tail flicks behind him, the only part of his body that he dares to move.
His eyes turn towards Stetson, who is peaking out at his father with worry in his chocolate orbs as he offers a tiny whinny. When Risk stretches his nose out towards him he quickly hides, his whole body tensing up as the large nose rests on his trembling back. He relaxes somewhat after discovering no pain in the gesture, but doesn't pull his head away from his mother's leg. He swishes his tail at his sire's face, as if commanding the larger equine to leave him be so he can snuggle with mommy. Stets slowly lowers his foot back to the ground, still leaning towards his good side. "Somebody is a mama's boy..." ~Risk/Stetson
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Post by $*CrazyHick*$ on Dec 16, 2008 15:16:29 GMT -5
Rana merely smiled she didnt think she did good. She felt like she completed a great achievement by survivng the birthing process now she had to actually protect her colts and the love of her life. She licked her little Stetson head and smiled at the sire and the little dominant colt. She nickered to him and he merely turned to look at her. She smirked at her little shy colt and laughed the she casually stepped away and folded her pillars under her weight laying down with an exhasuted sigh she was tire abnormally so. She looked at her colts and her love while little cowboy nickered to his father and went to his mothing lipping her and laying down in front of her with his own tired sigh to much for his day. She looked at the wobbling Stetson and nickered to him perhaps he wanted some rest.
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Post by Halo on Dec 20, 2008 20:04:53 GMT -5
Stetson wobbles a little without his mother's support, but manages to stand on his own as soon as he gets a little more balance. This standing this isn't so hard...though whether he can actually take a step on these damn stilts he isn't all too sure. He watches his dam lay down and he looks over at his sire suspiciously and braves the few steps to the protection of her safe bodice. He tries to lay down, but it looks more like a fall. He grunts and stretches his aching leg out and away from him, resting his head down.
"They're beautiful, Rana," Risk whispers, walking around her and laying at her other side. He nudges his nose into her mane affectionately and licks her cheek. "You rest now...I'll watch over you and the colts." He smiles lovingly and lifts his head, dutifully casting his gaze over the entire area, getting into his role as watchman. ~Risk/Stetson
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Post by $*CrazyHick*$ on Dec 21, 2008 13:33:47 GMT -5
Cowboy snorts and then lays out on his side. His little harks flicking about lazily in the summer breeze listening to every little detail from the birds songs to the winds blowing about debris and other unknown objects. He slowly ever so slowly falls asleep already a dream taking place inside his wild young imagination. To where just moments ago he was born and he couldn’t help but dream of what it was like sliding out onto t he ground all wet and cold until he felt the warmth of something wet and loving. The rays of light had hurt his eyes until he saw the shadow of the one he didn’t know was his dam but he felt drawn to her and he imprinted immediately taking her beautiful figure into his heart like a child always did. She had been there encouraging and so he was even happy he now had a brother as well but he seemed off but Cowboy would still love him. Now his father he was handsome and Cowboy secretly wanted to be a southern gent just like his father and swore he could be just as studly.
“Yes they are” Rana said softly nuzzling the sleeping Cowboy lazily. She shook her head and looked to little Stetson he was standing on his own and he seemed somewhat up tight and Rana smiled and watched him as he came closer and when he fell she simply nuzzled him he was weak but that wouldn’t change the love for which she had for him and she licked his little silver roan hark and smiled down at her son. She turned her head to Risk who was coming to lay down beside her “Thank you Risk I need some rest” she said ever so softly. She laid down completely her head resting on the sweet grasses and sighed slipping off into a light sleep.
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Post by Halo on Dec 26, 2008 20:00:24 GMT -5
Risk watches his sleeping family with great fondness welling up inside his heart. They are beautiful, all of them, and so very dear to his heart. And he is going to protect them with his life if he has to, though he would really like to stick around to watch his sons grow up. So he'll just have to be careful while doing everything he can in order to keep them safe, to nurture them and love them...provide for them in every way a father and a lover should. The one corner of his velvets turns into a smile, leaning down to lick Rana's hark lightly.
Stetson releases a quiet, protective growl like noise from his throat, eyes locked on the adult stag. Nobody is going to hurt his mother...not even the beast that is his so-called father. But he is tired, so very tired, and he can barely keep his eyes open. Before he even realizes it, he has fallen asleep, small skull leaning against his mother and his front fore twitching as he begins to dream. He squeaks softly at something scary, but as his ear suddenly slaps against Rana's bodice and her heart beat soothes him. ~Stetson/Risk
(OOC I dunno if you wanna end this or not? Up to you.)
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