Cobblestone Creek
The herd who dwells within Cobblestone Creek is well provided for. A large wood smothers the land in thick trees and tall canopies, a few scattered clearings giving enough space for groupings to fit in the center together. There is a large cul-de-sac clearing that is lined by a deep bow in the creek which runs dry in hot summers so that one might see the cobblestone-like appearance of the creek bed. When the creek is dried, there is still hope in a smaller sister-stream running on the other side of the herd land.
This land is closed. No herds can live here.
Beyond my wildest dreams
IP: 83.81.175.110
Posted on October 2, 2011 at 04:53:14 PM by Saranyu
Saranyu
Friesian hybrid
Newborn
Filly
Buckskin tovero
Cobblestone Creek
Seafra x Harlet | The tiny foal lifted her head when she hit the ground. The membrane that surrounded her cracked open, so she could breath properly. Her mother’s warm tong felt nice against her wet skin and it became easier to move. Her buckskin colored ears twisted around and she turned her neck so her blue eyes looked at the buckskin creature which was her mother. Saranyu, which was the name her mother gave her, tried to whinny softly towards the mare, but it sounded a little strange. She was too young to whinny properly. The little buckskin tovero filly looked away from Harlet, and let her gaze move across Cobblestone Creek. Deeply exhaling she tried to get some membrane out of her nostrils. When the licking of her mother stopped and the mare moved away from her, she turned her head to see what her mother was doing. Seeing the mare get up she tried to move her forelegs. Surprisingly it wasn’t that hard to move her legs, but how could she stand up like her mother did? The buckskin tovero girl tried again to move her legs, but this time she placed them so she could put some weight on them to get up.
It took several attempts till she finally stood. But every step was still shaky and clumsy. Saranyu made a few little steps forward, so she came closer to her mother. But when the filly wanted to reach out for Harlet, she lost her balance and felt on the ground. Disorientated she looked around and shook her head a little while she snorted. What the hell happened? Again she moved her legs so she could stand up, this time she made sure she kept balanced while she moved closer to her mother. Her muzzle tried to find the way to her mother’s udders, starting just behind Harlet’s forelegs and slowly moving backward.
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