Posted on April 12, 2020 at 02:37:11 AM by Cherokee
Cherokee stomach is nice and round with foal. Part of her wasn't too happy about breeding because she loved that younger colt Ironclad however; he still had another year before he could succesfully bring a child into this world, at least from what she learned of his age well not a year but fall was too soon. There was little she could do about it. She had to do it, not that didn't love her almost year old daughter Aiyana, but she didn't want a fear of being mounted looming on her shoulders so after a lot of contemplation she went in search of a stallion who she would willingly allow to mount her. Now here she was round with a foal growing. She didn't know how Ironclad would take it or if he even cared or saw her any way other then a mare. She adored the colt a whole lot but he was also only a year older then her own daughter. Age was just a number. Aiyana had become more curious about her father from his visit but she put his visit out of mind. They were still safely here in the Inlet. She watches her out of the corner of her eye as she grazes. Aiyana was her usual rembuctious self right now running all around her and kicking up her legs. Cherokee:.:Mare:.:10:.:15HH:.:Red roan Brindle:.:Katie |
