Fatalé

can't turn back i'm haunted

She hated being pregnant. Honestly, the bay mare knew what was necessary to keep her own power in a group. Foals were the way to do that. She still hated the way her belly bloated and her steps became heavy. She hated needed to eat more and more and she hated that winter followed the season and that the grasses were so tasteless. The arabian was about half-way through her own pregnancy and her stomach was definitely full of a child even if she still was a mobile creature.

She was grateful that the Lagoon seemed to handle winter well. The drinking holes were not completely iced over like they had on Tinuvel and winter killed the most annoying of the bugs unlike Atlantis. She did not like that days like today she had to dig a bit to find the grasses along the edges of the pools that still tasted alright. The arabian moved about, and she was still rather picky about her grazing habits.

With a final swish of black tail, Fatalé looked about. The Lagoon had been quiet - too quiet lately. Stallions should be more entertaining than this. They normally were. Perhaps they had been conquering lately and felt this was the cool down period. No pun intended. She had seen other mares about with bellies that were expanding. None seemed as far along as her own.

Perhaps she had been first and that would be exciting.

mare | eight | arabian | wild bay | 14.2 hh | lagoon trinket | children | unknown x unknown | blushie