Beauty moved slowly into the terra - her heart pounding. Raising her cran she let out a shrill cry for Phantom, desperate for some protection in her time of vunerability. Finding a cool, shaded spot she lowered herself to the ground as the pains in her belly became sharper and sharper. She let out a cry, a whimper, praying silently for this all to be over.

The black brute galloped towards 'er at 'er cry, haltin' in a cloud of dust. 'e stepped from it, frownin' to find 'er 'ere despite 'is thoughts. Then 'e sore 'er pain and rushed to 'er side, nuzzlin' 'er cheek, askin' no questions. 'e stepped back a bit to give 'er room, watchin' cuisoly.

beauty quivered for a moment the let forth a wild cry. pushing hard against the forces that kept her bantle within her womb she snorted. the pain continued, yet the effort became slightly less. Minutes past as Beauty snorted, panting and pushing. Yet in due course a tiny bantle lay at her mother's rump. Beauty collasped onto the grass, breathing for a moment before instinct hit in and she leapt to her feet. Moving to the filly she nuzzled her, making sure her air ways were clear. With a quick look to Phantom she snorted before forcing the foal to her hooves. Once the foal was suckling happily from her dam, Beauty stole another look to Phantom, realising that he knew nothing of this bantle. She let out a low call, welcoming him closer - but only on his own accord.

'e approached them, touchin' Beauty's maw softly before turnin' to the filly, half dazed. 'e extrended 'is cran, to snuff the flicka softly, snortin' at the scent of Beauty on 'er. 'e looked back at Beauty, unable to speak and only to nicker, hopin' for an' explanation from the belle.

(Not that this writer does already know.lol)

Beauty snorted slightly and stepped towards her bantle, trying not to meet Phantom's orbs. She knew she would have to explain herself. At least he was a torn she though with a grim snort. She gave her daughter a gentle lick on her cheek and pushed the wobbly body toward the strengthening milk.
Rhianu she whispered softly. that is to be your name, Rhianu.
with a sigh she turned her dial away from her bantle to look upon the stag in their precense.
Taking a deep breath she opened her heart and poured her secret onto the dust.
His name I shall not give you, but his allegence is Torn. It was an impulsive move. One I have come to regret. Not the bantle from which has been born, but regret toward the disloyalty I have shown towards you, the stag that has helped me so much. The stag for which I hold so much respect, and care.
She stretched her mug out to him, seeking his forgiveness.

'is already midnight facade darkened but as 'e watched 'er a moment longer it faded away to nothing but 'is expression of what a sacred would call a demon's emotion of love an' adoration. 'is hurt turn only to protection for 'is lovely treasure an' now 'er newborn whom 'e knew 'e would treat equally so. Beauty to 'im was a prize an' treasure an' 'er daughter would no doubt be the rare gem from that treasure. 'e only nodded, touching 'er soft muzzle, turning to Rhianu, 'is slightly curled black tassels cascading down 'is proud arch an' covering one dark pool. 'e blew softly through 'is nares, lyrics softly gliding forth.
Welcome Rhianu
'e turned 'is deep gaze on the new mother an' smiled encouragingly.
'Tis okay dear Beauty
'e spoke trying to reassure 'er.

the ash-hued vix tossed her tassels, a small smile crossing her mug. she stepped closer to the brute and nudged his shoulder gently.
thankyou. she murmured, her vocals almost inaudiable.
she turned her attention back to her filly and whickered softly nuzzling her cheek as she drank hungrily. With a sigh she leaned slightly against Phantom - the warmth of his body reassuring her.