Help me, I'm holding on for dear life Won't look down, won't open my eyes
Something wasn’t right. The black mare could barely breathe through the pain that shot through her abdomen. Of course, she had never given birth before so it could be normal. Right? Even so, dread hung around the vixen’s neck like a millstone. Huffing, Silvanus thrashed her long limbs against the ground where she laid beneath a rather large tree. Spring had begun to set in, green coming back to life among the forest and small flowers blossoming. It was meant to be a time of new life but the life she was meant to bring into the world was taking much too long. Cringing, the girl gnashed her blunt teeth together and groaned. Perhaps she shouldn’t have decided to go off on her own when she felt the first pains. Perhaps she should have told someone. It’s too late for perhaps and what if’s. I need to get this baby out now! she thought blearily.
Pushing was hard enough to begin with, but the longer it took the more worn out the raven hued mare felt. I’m so very tired… her blue eyes rolled back in her head as the pain clutched her barrel again. I need help,” she struggled to call out, Persephone?? With any luck her friend would be somewhat near. Near enough to hear her. Tears trickled across her sweat soaked face and mingled with the mud on the thawing ground. Is this what childbirth is always like? Is this how it was for my mother? I may never want to have a child again! She heaved a great huff of air from her lungs, auds close to her skull as her vision went in and out of focus. There seemed to be so much blood. Crimson running from her body as easily as if it were water, making her light headed.
After what felt like three years, a filly came from her, mostly vivid black like herself but with fine white legs, a blaze on her face and a small patch on her nape. Silvanus shivered, trying with all her might to lift her crown so she might see her daughter. It was too much however, her head too heavy and her breathing still labored. Still, she fought the urge to close her eyes, as if she knew as soon as she did they would never open again.
Near her dam’s feet the flicka struggled to break herself free of the birthing sac, her flailing growing weaker.
silvanus
female | friesian mutt | the forest | Caitriona (x Dances) | kittyha's optimist