A little blessing (FatomXBanshee)

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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 Banshee 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. Trying her best to relax the contractions. It was way past her due date like a week or so. Her sides heaved with her effort and strong contractions letting her know the little one was coming and in a hurry. Banshee nickered to her belly to hold on just a moment. Banshee snorted swishing her tail lightly in agitation at the biting flies wanting the water on her hocks. She nickered lightly pain shooting through her body and her breathing coming in short pants harks plastering to her crania as another one of those dreaded contractions happened. This one was different though two hooves popped out this time and Banshee lowered her body to the hard ground which was laid out witht he soft sweet grasses and she relaxed out as another contraction hit her the head slowly emerging in the clinging sac. Then with one final heave the babe slid out out and Banshee hurried to her feet beginng at the head tearing the sac away with a pric of teeth and slowly ate the juicy healthy sac clearing the air way for the foal hoping slightly it was in good condition.

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Her first awareness was something wet all over. On instinct the little foal kicked out her long legs but the kick was weak. The rise and fall of black-velvet sides was uneven. Lids opened to reveal stunning crimson eyes, one slightly darker then the other with the depth of gems. The filly's mane was a fuzz of white with little spurts of black near her neck. She moved her head and neck, breathing still uneven even as she felt something moving around her, little crimson eyes stunned by the light. The filly turned her head on the ground, her long legs all limp around her. On her forehead the filly had a slightly off-white heart.

Snorting softly the filly let out a weak nicker, her breathing slowly becoming stronger and more even. Her black flanks still heaved a little, as if she still struggled but slowly the filly started getting her bearings around her. The filly let out another nicker, this one slightly stronger then the one before. Raising her little head the filly looked up at her mother with her brilliant eyes, looking up at the black-coated mare looming over her.

Struggling a little, the filly began moving her legs, trying to get all four hooves under her. She let out a nicker of frustration on her second failed attempt to rise. At last the filly stood on legs that looked far too long for her little black body, like she was standing on stilts all shaky and wobbly. The filly's breathing was stronger now, more sure and deep while she let out a triumphant snuffle and looked up at the black mare.

On a slope nearby a handsome Rocky Mountain stallion was slowly descending, his hooves slowly carrying him toward the Irish mare and the filly, his garnet eyes warmed with love as he slowly approached, unsure if Banshee would let him approach his heiress. The stallion's nostrils flared as he breathed in, stopping several yards from Banshee and the filly. He felt deeply content, savoring the filly's scent, a mix of his scent and Banshee's.

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The eyes of the mare looked over her young possesivly as nostrils flared scenting for danger. She was an alert mother and very tentive. She nickered to her little one and licked the mane and the rest of the little fillies body. She nickered to her baby gil tail flicking in worry as the filly seemed to struggle with breathing problems which bothered her that wasnt a good sign but it cooled into deeper breathing making Banshee relax even more. Banshee watched with mirth as her and Fatom child began to try and stand on her own with more than one failed attempt. She snorted lightly catching the scent of her lover and turned her harks flicking slightly turning her head and nickering to the father of their child he seemed somewhat hesitant which Banshee didnt like was he nervous or scared she would like tear his hide off. She nickered to him louder more reassuring to come see their daughter. Banshee smiled softly as their bairn finally gained her footing and stood on her own and she neighed a soft praise in the filly.

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Turning her elegant little head, the filly's crimson eyes widened as she saw a stallion come towering toward her. He was moving slowly but he looked big! His shadow blocked out the sun as he loomed over her. The filly let out a panicked whiny and tried to hide behind her mother's legs only to tangle her own too-long legs and go tumbling. The filly let out an unhappy neigh as she landed in a tangle of limbs, her nose smarting from hitting the ground.

Seeing his daughter's difficulty, Fantom let out a low neigh, lowering his head as he approached the filly again. Using his nose, Fantom prompted the filly to rise again and she did, swaying a little before shakily walking toward Banshee. Fantom could feel his heart swelling in his chest as he watched with loving eyes as the filly approached Banshee, remembering his own first steps which had been in the sight of humans. Snorting softly Fantom followed his filly to Banshee, reaching out his muzzle the dark stallion rested his muzzle against hers.

"She needs a name" Fantom nickered softly.

The filly watched her mother and the stallion with curious but intelligent crimson eyes. The marking on her forehead looked almost too big for her face at the moment but she would grow into it, along with her fluffy white mane. As she stood watching, the filly showed both her Irish and mountain heritages. She had low withers like her father, also carrying most of his physical colorings. Her legs were sturdy now that she was getting used to them a little. Her head was elegant though softened with her foal-ish appearance, her coat dull black for now and a bit fuzzy because of her youth but would no doubt be sleek and gleaming like her father's and mother's when she was older.

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Banshee nuzzled her love as he approached and watched as their daughter seemed to hid and stumble in the effort. She snorted lightly nuzzling her daughter lightly. She smiled and took a step away watching father and daughter her heart soaring as she felt so much love and affection for them. Yes their daughter needed a name and she pondered upon many names and thought it best for her love to name their first born "Love why dont you name her" she said softly. She looked at their heiress she would be lovely in her adult age and have the grace of fine breeding parents and so much more. Then maybe she would find love and she snickered thinking how Fatom would be. So she smiled she wanted to keep her young while she still could.

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Growing bored of hearing the adults, the little filly lowered her head instead and began sniffing curiously at the grass but didn't try to eat it. Instead she pawed at the ground with a hoof, snuffling as the dust got up her nose making her sneeze. Shaking her head, the filly raised her head and began to walk around slowly, getting more and more used to her long legs. She didn't notice her father's appraising look and didn't understand the importance of a naming, she didn't really know what a name was anyway. Instead the filly found other things to investigate, such as making her way over to her father and tugging on his mane curiously as he lowered his head to her.

Snorting softly Fantom brushed his muzzle against the mark on the filly's forehead. "Merci" he nickered at last, letting his daughter tug on his mane. It didn't hurt anyway and she was just curious. He remembered his old human owner had had hair on his face and the human's young had used to pull on it. Fantom chased the image off and watched his filly, Merci, make her way over to Banshee.

Approaching her mother, Merci pushed her little velvet muzzle against her mother's neck, crimson eyes all curious and innocent. Taking shelter at her mother's side, Merci situated herself to stand next to her mother. She wasn't as tall as her mother, gratefully but she would be someday, tall for a mare because of her tall parents.

Fantom watched Merci before meeting his mate's eyes. It was time to take their daughter home. Moving slowly Fantom began to lazily make his way back toward the Cutberry Downs, constantly doubling back to walk with Banshee and Merci but always alert for danger, determined that no one hurt his young heiress or beloved queen.