Desert
Leaders: Nyimara, Asmodeus, Quinn
Stallions: None
Mares: Kara, Kohelet, Rhaynira, Syrax
Foals: Cahyr
Posted on September 30, 2021 at 06:26:10 PM by Dhaniyā
 ~ never ever mistake her silence for weakness, "Çalıştırmak Dhaniyā! she screamed. The words faded into the sultry midnight air. She could feel the panic and fear clutch at her throat as she galloped wildly across the shifting sands. The fear spurred her on - even when her throat burned and her muscles screamed their protest - until finally she could hear the distant roar of the surf... and freedom. She did not even slow as the cool waters rushed around her legs, she just catapulted herself into the ocean's embrace and began to frantically swim. She could hear the guards frustrated yells and commands as they tried to find her, but despite their best efforts she faded into the dark night. Each stroke took her away from captivity and oppression, from servitude and HIM. Her eyes flutter open. A strangled scream on her lips. "Rom!?" his name falls from her lips and in a panic clambers to her hooves, her sides heave and sweat darkens her shoulders. She can feel the panic rise in her throat as a sudden contraction spasms in her belly. "Oh, not now little one," she winces as the pain subsides. Her dark eyes sweep across the midnight landscape. She had wandered away from Rom, away from the herd, and wearily laid herself down next to this oasis. She had thought that it would be best to be away from the others, but now doubt weasels its way into her mind. For a moment she can feel the panic take a strangle hold on her heart, but as it rises suddenly she feels strength begin to beat it back. Her dark gaze narrows and determination rises in fears place. "I can do this," she whispers into the sultry midnight air. As her declaration leaves her lips, another contraction pulses through her body. She buckles beneath its weight and allows her body to meet the sands beneath her hooves. A moan leaves her lips as her body contracts with each contraction - each one grows in its severity and strength. Wearily she lays her head against the sand and gives herself over to the contractions. Sweat stains her coat dark red and her moans fill the midnight air. She is not certain how long it takes for her foal to finally slip from her body and onto the wet sands. Slowly she lifts her head toward where her newborn lays in a wet pile. A nicker leaves her lips as she encourages the newborn to life. She wearily pulls her legs beneath her, stands and then brings her muzzle to the wet fur of her son. His coat is spotted, tawny like that of a lion, and his ears curl handsomely together at the top. "Aaslan, the mighty lion," she breathes the name over her handsome son. Their handsome son. Immediately she begins the task of cleaning her son. Her curled ears flick atop her crown, she listens for the approach of another. The tension in her body warns away any who dare to appear in the dark - only a fool would come and steal her away. sometimes the air stills, before the onset of a hurricane. Silent Woman of Mahrib Marwari // 14.2 hh // Panagre Bay Min Sabino // Mare |
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