the more people you love,
the weaker you are
Her limbs felt heavy, like lead, the longer she struggled, but a savior appeared in the nick of time, freeing her tiny nose and allowing her to breath in deep lungfuls of life giving air. Her white stockings shone with splatters of blood and the black of her body the same raven hue as her mother's, only softer with soft baby fur.The white blaze that flashed down the middle of her face was her most distinguishing factor along with the same white spot at the top of her withers. Helpless, she cried out in distress, unsure what was happening and why her mother remained so still, why this other mare had come to save her.
Meanwhile, Silvi’s blue eyes flashed but her body stayed motionless as she listened to Persephone. A daughter. MY daughter, but I can’t reach her. The black femme couldn’t even summon the strength to try. Instead she forced feeble words from her dry mouth, hoping her friend could hear her. ”Take care of her, my Caitriona.” As she began to lose consciousness she worried that she might not have told her friend where to find the flicka’s father. Would her child grow up an orphan? Never knowing the great love her dam held inside her body, never knowing who her father was? Such a cruel fate. She never should have come to these islands. Papa, she thought with sickening certainty that she would never know her foal.
Caitriona’s crown swung back and forth from the dying vixen on the ground and the roan standing near her. Her tiny mouth uttered another cry, the high pitched sound piercing the veil of trees and sending a bird overhead flying away. Her vision still a little blurry and her body trembling, she tried to push her slender legs beneath her to stand. Although she didn’t understand it, something was wrong with the scene. With her mother. Clumsy, she stood braced on all fours but quickly tumbled back onto the hard ground. With a squeak she pushed her rump into the air and propelled herself toward Persephone, her bob of a tail wiggling in excitement as her nose hit the mare’s foreleg. Though something about the body on the ground called to her, the stench of blood repulsed her senses and sent her further from it, and instead to the worried looking equine who had saved her life. Blinking rapidly, she looked back to the still frame before fixing her round eyes on Persephone with auds pushed forward and her face hopeful. ”ma!”
Caitriona
female | black tobiano | silvanus x dances | kittyha's queen
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