Posted on June 2, 2013 at 02:37:07 PM by Chianti
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 "Perhaps we should move on then?" She felt stupid asking such a question to someone who wasn't here yet, but being alone did that to you. One minute your talking to the birds and trees, and then its on to horses who aren't even there. Turning from the sight of the other herd here, Chi goes with what she had decided, to move on. She'd return to the meadow and travel around again, and surely hemp would find her once more if fate wished it. Her legs carried her to the edges of the forest, where she had washed ashore days ago. The beach was bare of anyone and her nose could not pick up any equine scent. Her legs carried her out of the trees and onto the sand, but before she could even make it close to the water, a gut wrenching feeling hit her, causing her to wince at this sudden pain and stumble onto her knees in the pale sand. She flicks her tail uneasily as she glances to her belly, the source of such power. It was time and she was alone. Her eyes sting with tears that run down her white face. She was terribly stupid. Rolling to her side, her hoofs digging and kicking at the sand under her, she can't help the loud painful whinny that escapes her mouth. If anyone was near then they should come, right? Chi didn't have much time to dwell on that thought as another wave hit and soon after another. Having this not be her first child made things easier and she knew well of what to do. She pushed and grunted at the right times, sweat soaking her neck and body as she struggled. This lasted for a good while until she was breathless, but another push later and she felt something slip out of her. Taking a minute, she closed her eyes and took deep breathes before pulling her tired self up to her side and then to her legs. They shook under her but she managed to keep stable as she turned to inspect the wet bundle behind her. Her eyes took in the pale filly, a small thing as white as she could be with reddish spots that seemed to almost coat her body. She was precious. Leaning down, Chi moves her tongue up and down the girls small back until a squeal of protest can be heard, but even then, chi continues on with bathing her child. She was perfect in every way, and no one would take such a gift from her, not again.
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Replies:
- whistles the wind - By Indian Hemp June 6, 2013 at 07:30:18 PM
- We accept the love we think we Deserve. - By Chianti June 10, 2013 at 02:30:52 PM
- whistles the wind - By Indian Hemp June 13, 2013 at 09:27:03 PM
- We accept the love we think we Deserve. - By Chianti June 10, 2013 at 02:30:52 PM
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