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Title: A Future Begins
Description: Birth of the Torn's Crown Prince


~`:Amelia:`~ - November 4, 2007 08:31 AM (GMT)
The femina entered the sacred home of newborn life, once again feeling secere in it's embrace as though someone was watching over her and every other equine that seeked it's comfort. Her thrid bantle. She sighed with pleasure as she searched for a suitable place to wait, her body settled into a swinging gate that could be described as comfortable for a pregnant mother. True bringing forth new life was painful and baring it was uncomfortable but she enjoyed motherhood and would love this little one eternally, just as she loved it's father. As this ponder swirled around her mind almost aimlessly she stopped for moment, casting her gaze around, watching expectantly for the moment when Moon would arrive. She caught site of a shady glen, beside a pool with a small trickling waterfall through a tangle of plants, dilerately marking her path enough for Moon to follow and find her chosen spot. Everytime she had picked a new place to give birth, each beautiful and with a nature wonder nearby, each holding a special place to her.
Jasmine looked around the cool glen, shaking herself gently, stepping over the sweet, short grass to drink from the fresh water pool. The domina then settled down into the grass not farway, groaning as she balenced her new weight onto the loam. Waiting for Moon or the first labor pains, which ever arrived first.

Arabian - November 4, 2007 09:35 PM (GMT)
OOC- I know this style is a little different for me....buuuuut I'm up for a change in style in how I write so, critique it as best you can. ^^

Blue Moon


I never doubt myself anymore. At least, I can't. There is no room to doubt, I am what I am, and whether others like me for it or dislike it, I shall forever remain the same. I am an old man, in my twenties to sum it up. Therefore the opinions of others about juvenile things just, do not concern me. Indeed, I give it thought if the opinion is worthwhile and could perhaps, change society. But what does not concern my time or my mind, will not be appreciated. There is only one thing that I have ever doubted in my life, yet now, seems so unfaithful. I never believed that the catastrophe I caused with my inexperienced hand could ever possibly be fixed. Yet now, I know. With this little foal who soon will be born to a great legacy, and will forever reign as king until his own death, this destruction can and will be fixed. With my hand and Jasmine's as well, I believe with all faith in my heart, that this little foal, our little silhouette, will change the course of history forever and his name will be worshipped by all.

With all these thoughts billowing about in my head, all pain of my sever arthritis in my knnes seemed to be pushed away and simply unimportant at the moment. I was excited tremendously. My second and final child would be born in only a few hours, and everything would be rearrange to better suite the tornkind and their children. My love for Jasmine never faded. Even when for months I left on a journey of my own understanding, she never lost her love for me either. I love her dearly, like no other pure love scene in a movie could explain. I love her with all my mind, with all my soul, and with all my heart. She is my dawn of day, my dusk of night, my everything. Do I think I would have survived all these years without her? Nay. I would have long since been dead by now I have absolutely no doubt. Therefore I trust in her, believe in her, and confide everything I have ever said or done with her. And I know, that she has done the same.

I followed Jasmine at a distance. I knew mares in foal, even if they loved you deeply they tended to be moody. So I gave her her space, if she desired for my to move closer I would. It was all up to her. There was several feet in between us and as she stopped and layed down in the grass, I gave her my deepest reassuring nicker of love and of encouragement. Yes, I was concerned for her. Childbirth is no laughing matter. Anything could go wrong, but to think of that would surely jinx her. I stood off to the side, my head bowed and hanging leisurely at my shoulders. My large brown eyes watched her far longer and harder than any other time or situation. Though my body was relaxed I was prepared for the worst. Should the foal be stillborn, or for another stag to come within harms way. Though I know I am not physically what I used to be, should pain attempt to stop me it will fail. For nothing can stand between my love for this mare or for the newborn love of this foal. Nothing.

~`:Amelia:`~ - December 29, 2007 03:18 AM (GMT)
Jasmine turned her gaze skyward as he came near and nickered welcome. Relief at the safety and comfort his presence brought her let her relax, struggling not to flinch every time the pains racked her sturdy bodice. Eventually she began to push with them, forcing the tiny life inside her out in to the world it urgently and yet reluctantly wanted to see.
Sweatsoaked and gasping for breath the mother felt the little crown slide from her. Breathing deep she quickly pushed until all of the little bundle was expelled with the afterbirth that had kept it alive since it was conceived. Holding her breath in anticipation, Jasmine swung her dial around to release the struggling bantle from it's protective casing and began clearing its airways. She smiled happily up at Moon as the little one took his first breath. She whickered for Moon to come closer to meet his child then turned back to the bantle to clean its coat, investigating its scent and introducing hers.
Suddenly, smiling proudly, she looked up at her mate;
"We have a healthy son, Moon"
The domina mummered smoothely, still slightly breathless from her labor. She nudged the princeling around to see Moon clearly, looking from one to the other, noting their similarities.
"What shall ye name him, m'love?"

Arabian - April 22, 2008 04:14 PM (GMT)
Blue Moon


It's either a matter of divine beauty, or agony beyond repair. To the mare, the latter, to the sire, it is the world. As I stood by my one true love and mate of many years, I felt the pains of her labor and the desperation to give way to this foal. But also, I felt the encouragement of her greatest fan, the adoration of a love sick colt, siring his first child. Indeed I have had several children, but this one was from Jasmine. Never could I express more love for another than I can for her, nor can I say I would rather die than watch her suffer for any other. How I wished I could do something for her, oh how I wished it. Yet I knew, through silent communication, the one thing she wanted from me, was simply to be there. And there, I was. I guarded her with all the mastery of a stallion in his prime. I watched her with the keen eye of a king who had reigned for centuries. I loved her with all the love in my heart and more than the world contained. And as the foal breathed it's first breath of life, I burst with happiness. My eyes gleamed with tears as I looked over the colt. Then, to Jasmine and with her smile, my heart melted, like chocolate on a warm day.

I stepped over to her and daintily touched her, knowing all too well how tired she must be. I answered her with a low, gentle whicker as she began to clean the foal. The colt blinked it's eyes slowly, and I saw it's ear swivel around to catch my voice. He was like his mother. Beautiful and powerful. I stepped aside Jasmine with my head bowed. I extended my neck to reach out to the foal and realized, it was not only Jasmine that I saw in this foal, but myself. He was the spitting image of I as a newborn. I felt petite whiskers brush my own and breathed in the oh so familiar scent of Jasmine and of myself. I heard a high pitched squeal, and could resist nothing more than a smile as the colt began to rock too and fro, attempting his first steps of his life. I had thought over a name for this colt for long awaited months, only one seemed to fit him, and it was that single name, that he could call his own.

"Silhouette, for he is the shadow of the greatest empire, and the world's perfect king."


Silhouette

What is this? My nose is cold, my eyes are blury. Everything is huge! This can't be right, what is that? Is that, my mother? It is huge, but warm and comforting. I want to move closer to it, but I'm too weak. It is my mother, I know it now, her tongue is warm and I can feel the coldness washing away from me. I'm starting to dry off my short coat. I blink my eyes many times and the world comes into focus. At first I see her, and I want even more to move closer to her. Then something else catches my eye, it's even bigger than my mother! I'm afraid, but then, it reaches out to me, and curiosity boils over. I reach back to it, and long whiskers brush my face. I pull back and give a haughty sqeaul of enjoyment before I reach back again, and hear my very first words. "Silhouette" That must be me. I want to stand, I want to move closer to these two. The bigger one, must be my father.

At first attempt I lunge haphazardly to my feet and promptly topple back to the ground. I give a snort and pull my front feet from under me. I steady them on the ground in front of my and gather my hind legs underneath my tiny body. I push off with them, but go nowhere. A second try, nothing. A third, and I'm up! I take two haphazardly steps toward my father, whose nose I feel reach out and catch me gently by the chest. I am balanced. With gleaming, bright eyes, I look up at him. He looks down at me. There is something wet in his eyes, and he has a big nose. I wag my scruff of a tail behind me and teeter over to my bother. I promptly tripped over her massive body and crumple to the ground. Soft laughter I heard behind me. I try to repeat it. With newfound energy I bounded back to my feet and hopped like a bunny rabbit over top of my mother. I gave a whirl and turned back to her. I rushed her face and nudged her. I was hungry. With bright eyes I looked from her to my father and back again, wigglng my entire body with eagerness and wagging my tail, happy to be alive.




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