Silver Cove

Here damp, grassy hills surround a small pool of water; the lush verdure paves the ground until a short cliff gives way to a ring of small, smooth stones that have been pounded by waves until they became the glassy obsidian pebbles they now are. Beyond the stones, a narrow stretch of sand glides into the water- it is here, in the rippling surf, that the land earns its name. In the dark of night, the moon flashes over the shivering grass and rests in the cove: by some chance or fate, the cove is shaped so that the gossamer rays of moonlight are retained, somehow, in the sea and until dawn breaks the cove is alive with silver luminescence.

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The Dissapearing Act! // All - Birthing
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Posted on May 4, 2007 at 06:14:56 PM by Witch Doctor

W i t c h D o c t o r It was entering twilight when the great persian Queen settled herself down she gave a joyous call to all in the land this was the day, this was the time... for the birth of her third born Venin she had waited for Black Parade but could wait no longer. She was used to it by now, used to the lonelieness, used to the fact that she never saw another mare here well there was one... Inkjet but that was back when Helsing was first born... almost to long for memories to have stuck around. Her sides heaved slightly slick with sweat white glistening on the last of the suns rays. This was the time for birth she was one day over due and Venin was sure to let her know... With slight pushes slowly the babe came out its soft baby fuzz slicked back with the afterbirth she quickly turned her head to the foal and started to clean the membraine away so as to let the foal breath. A soft whinnie escaped her white lips reaching out with her song to her third born and only filly "Venin dear..." she cooed her soft green eyes looking around for anyone she knew and she saw Angier head held low to the ground the colt was curious "Mother what is that?" he asked in a soft voice for this was something new to him his mother was giving birth and he didnt know what to make of it.... A soft chuckle rumbled from deep down in her, "its your little sister Angier, and from now on you will take care to guard her" she said this in all seriousness because of what happened when Helsing saw Angier for the first time.. the boy needed some manners knocked into him by his father... she didnt even know what the boy was up to these days they had never been really all that close he had left shortly after weaning and never really talked to her much... Persian Arabian--Mare--10 y/o--white Daughter to none Mother to Helsing Silver Cove--Black Parade--No Traits

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