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 Posted: Wed Feb 21, 2007 2:50 pm
[ This is an open roleplay where Lesley and Goldeneye will be hosting a birthing event for their foals. If you would like to join, feel free to post. Please include an image when you post, and be literate.]
[Warning: Lesley is grumpy when she gives birth.] Lesley trotted alongside Goldeneye uneasily. So far, the squeamish stallion had succeeded in getting her pregnant-- What would he do next? The air was tense between them, and Lesley tried not to look at him.
She scoffed to herself. How could she stoop so low? She didn't want foals! Goldeneye had tricked her, that's what happened. Silly tricksy stallion... she was too young for foals! They were only for old mares that thought their biological clocks were ticking, not for her.
She glanced at Goldeneye half-heartedly. He seemed too full of himself; prancing along as though he had impregnated Mighty Athena herself. Well, at least he knows I'm special, she thought to herself.
Goldeneye, contrary to his outward appearance, felt faint. He hated blood. He was afraid of it. It made him faint. Now, when his lovely Lesley was going to give birth soon, he became even more afraid of it; he hoped to someone that there would not be any blood on his darling babies when they were born.
An overwhelming dizzyness enveloped him, and he almost missed a step. Realizing the cause to be Lesley's quick sideways glance, he straightened himself and continued to worry. His buddy, Ufo, had said it wasn't all bad; a little blood, then babies... but a little blood went a long way for Goldeneye, and how did he know what Ufo was saying?! Ufo's accent made it sound like he was talking about macaroni and cheese (whatever that was) instead of foals. Goldeneye shook his head. He was hopeless.
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Posted: Wed Feb 21, 2007 3:09 pm
Ruby decided to leave the yurt. It was amazing, really, she hated pretty much everything about outside. When she did leave the yurt, it was only to fulfill a need and never lingered. But today she was cranky, crabby, and any other word that could describe her mood. She was demanding when she wasn't pregnant - paired with pregnancy, she was just annoying. "Why did we come out her again?" she whined to her companion next to her, a friendly dun mare and the only one in the whole yurt who could stand her antics.
Denali sighed inwardly. It had come to a big surprise when her yurtmate told her she was expecting. She was the last one she thought would ever consider being a mother. Usually, Ruby was flirty with any stallions that seemed interested, but she had fallen completely for a coal black stallion by the name of Abhay. Next thing Denali knew... "We're just going for a walk, Ruby."
"Why does it have to be this way?" Ruby groaned. She was always so tired... and the foals hurt when they kicked.
Denali shook her head. "You got yourself into this. I went through the exact same thing. It isn't that bad, dear." Then the mare spotted the couple up ahead. Usually she wouldn't have hesitated calling out to them, but who knows what would happen with Ruby in tow...?
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Posted: Sat Feb 24, 2007 2:30 pm
Lesley halted as soon as she and her... foals' father... reached a suitable area. "I think they're coming..." she said quietly, a spasm running through her body and making her wince. "The foals are coming." She trotted around impatiently, kicking at the hot sands and tossing her head as soon as another spasm coursed through her body. She was working up quite a sweat, and her back began to ache. Her head throbbed; hopefully, Goldeneye, or some passing horse, would help her. Now was not the time for bitter feelings.
Goldeneye swallowed nervously. "Th-they're coming?" he asked worriedly. He felt faint again. He stuttered as he said, "Wh-wh-what do you need?" His mood softened a little as she laid down; at least now, immobile, she wouldn't do any damage to anyone. Hopefully, the foals would come out okay... no deformities, no birth defects, etc. He would be fine if they did, but... a father always wants the healthiest babies.
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