A chestnut fea wandered in, 'er slim figue barely obsured by 'er pregnant flank. 'he lowered 'erself gracefully to the ground and rolled onto 'er side, 'er breathing sharp as the contractions began. 'he pushed, 'er pelt darkening quickly with sweat. 'er orbs were clouded with pain as 'he pushed, wishing for the bantle to come and end the pain, as 'he regained 'er strength.

(Shall she be born feet first? Ads a danger she survies)

OOC: it`s up to you. I can have Eruheran come after or before the birth is finished.

OOC: Well, are u still playin her. you can decieced.

'he sides colapsed and filled as 'he pushed, feelin' with horror born on instit the brat's back daggers and rump slide first. 'he strained at the little body, to release it from 'erself, cursin' 'erself in 'er cranium. The slim barrel came followed by shoulders and neck. Finally the bantle's delicate crown lay on the blades. 'he could barely move yet managed to break the sack and groom 'er newborn as it filled it's barrel with oxygen. 'he examined it with pride and nickerin' to 'er liver chestnut daughter, looked into those darkly angelic orbs. Choas tumbled in the pools of one born to a Demon and a Torn. A name burned in 'er mind, a cursin' that bore irony for 'he knew this flicker would more than likely be it's opposite. 'he gazed down into 'er child's questionin' orbs.
Ye alias shall be Confused Angel, thy sacred demoness
'he whispered, feelin' that the name 'ad not come originally from 'er mind.

OOC: yeah i`ll play her.

IC: The small foal`s sides heaved. It looked like she was straining just to breathe as her little lungs sucked in the new air. She blinked a few times, her wide pools adjusting to the bright surroundings. She felt the licks and nudges of another and wanted to be close to that equine. The young foal stood for a few seconds before falling on her knees. Her keen sonar caught her mother`s murmurs, Confused Angel. She squealed softly, wanting help from her dam. She tried several more times before finally standing on her own.

Eruheran watched the birth sliently from a secluded spot in the fields. He always came to his mortal brat`s births. Oh how the mortals thought it was so great that the brat`s sire be a deity. He really couldn`t care less. If the foal could not prove itself of his blood there was really no use in claiming it. He watched with some dissapiontment as he noticed that the foal was a filly. He had wanted a colt, a heir he could train.

He strode forward `pon powerful limbs. He drew to a halt nearby to the small flicka and dam. The green life that had once surrounded them began to die. It made a soft crackling noise as his hoofs crushed them. He snorted and halted, his cold pools taking in the flicka and the dam.

Sunnaca gently held the flicka's wither in 'er mouth, makin' sure 'he was steady. 'he cast a glance in the direction of of the cracklin', checked 'er bantle was okay then turned to face the sire, Eruheran, standin' close to Confused Angel.

The young flicka locked her akward knees and stood tall with her dam's help. Her smalle nares flared as she took in the scents around her. Her eyes blinked slowly as she tried to adjust her visionaries to the blinding sunlight. Her small cranuim turned to gaze at the tall stallion. Something about him just didn't settle right and her tiny daggers carried her closer to her dam.


The devil's gaze moved to the wench then back to the bantle. He strode forward confidently, but paused as she moved away from him. He snorted in slight annoyance. He pushed the flicka slightly with his maw, watching her fall with a soft thump upon the grass. She stood up swiftly and gained her balance upon her new legs. This bytch would be no use to him, she wasn't dark enough. A true dark would not have the disturbed look in her eyes while he was around. They would welcome him. He backed away to gaze at the wench.

"I have seen all that I needed to."

He said simply and walked away. He would return home to his hell. He hoped for a heir perhaps from the wretch. The flicka was useless to him. Perhaps another time he would try again for a heir.

'er towers flicked flat as 'he watched the exchanged an' stayed silent as 'e strode 'way, lookin' after 'im, then swung 'er box 'round to snuff 'er daughter.
Come now little one, are ye right?
'he cooned, nudgin' Angel softly.

[Crap post. lol]

Confused Angel's balanced had been questioned by the brute as he had roughly pushed her. Though on the geo she felt vunerable and too far away from her dam. She wanted to be nearer to her mother. So the flicka had quickly stood and tried to regain her balance once more. It took a few long moments before she felt confident on her long legs. Her wide innocent eyes turned to gaze upon her life source. She was still dizzy from being oxygen deprieved due to coming out hoof first. But she was alright and knew she would survive as long as she stayed near her dam. Her mug slowly moved towards Sunnca, brushing her maw affectionatly. Her nares flared as she took in the older mare's scent. She would remember this scent till the day she died. Now it was time for her to feed. The filly could feel her little tummy rumbling with hunger. Following her instincts she made her way to her mother's stomache and quickly began to suckle. Her tail flopped around happily as she fed.

Sunnaca felt a breif flash of panic for the future. 'he had no home to bring this little foal to yet nor a family, 'er sister long gone with the darks and 'er hope stuck on that stag. 'er child would be considered a dark, after all the Torn were thought to be half dark by many and Angel's granddam had been an evil b.itch, 'er sire suposedly a god. Then Sunnaca gazed down at the little bundle whose pelt matched 'ers and felt 'er heart melt for Angel. 'he would stay the night in this sanctuary and in the morning 'he would begin 'er hunt for a land and maybe a stag to protect ''er and 'er filly.

The young flicka finished her first meal and drifted a few steps away. The sun had been high when the mare had wandered into the terra. Now the sun was dangerously low and flirting with the horizon. It would be dark soon enough. A small yawn escaped the newborn. Today had been tiring and the young foal was finally feeling the effect of so many new excitements. She gently lowered her tiny bodice to the ground, but made sure her dam's shadow still loomed over her. The soft grass tickled her chin and made a wonderful carpet for the bantle to fall asleep on. Within a few moments she was in a deep dream and her sides heaved slowly at a steady rate. The world was suddenly at peace to this new equine.