Black friesan wrench, 'er flank bulging at last glides to the ground, natural insicts guiding 'er. Upon 'er shoulder rests a white moon shaped mark, betraying 'er cursing. 'er breathing heavy as 'er swollen sides contract, pushing the small bodice from 'er. A black crown appears, slits flared for it's first breath. The barrel slides from 'er womb allowing young lungs to fill with oxygen. Hind pillars come to rest followed by a creamy black banner. A charcoal flicka lays beside 'er dark dam, who turns to clean 'er bantle. Mother standing encouraging 'er daughter to imitate with soft admiring whickers. As 'er courage grows so does 'er strength until finally the flicka stands on slayed black pillars, to long 'er 'is body. As the half bred flicka gazes up into 'er Dark dam's orbs a cursing comes to the tortured lips.
I curse ye Dark Nacissa Karn
A flowing nicker, like that of approval comes from 'er daughter who dives at 'er mother's udder to nurse deeply. Dark Moon stands tall and protectively above 'er first born.
With a hiss Nacissa annouces 'er hunger satified to 'er dam. Dark Moon presses 'er close and heads from the grounds with 'er child....