The Lost Islands
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wild eyed lady in red birth / bjorn

OOC: Sig is welcome too <3

Gone was the rational, level headed mare that had slowly but surely begun to carve a place of her own in the Ridge herd. In it's place was a moody and hormonal creature with the emotional stability of a foal very much in need of a nap. To compensate, she'd withdrawn from the majority of the herd and had spent most of her time deep in the jungle with only the unending cacophony of parrots above and the various bustling wildlife around her.

Even now as the first pains of labor begin to drive deep within her body she seeks the solitude of her sanctuary in the jungle, seeking the spout she'd scouted weeks before as her chosen place to give birth. The small clearing was not far from where Sigurdr had once taken her to show her the squawking, multicolored parrots that clamored above, nor far from the first of the waterfalls she'd visited with Bjorn at her side. So much had happened since that fateful day when she'd willingly aligned her fate with the grullo stallion. There was much to regret, but also much to rejoice in as well.

Even now she had not fully accepted the events that had transpired in the Lagoon. The look of the stallions too-still form and the awkward angle of his head still replayed in her nightmares, and the lack of sleep showed in the deepened hollows above her eyes. She couldn't regret the actions that had led to those events, but she wished with every fiber of her being that the stallion had been left alive. It was not born out of any compassion for the vile Fjord; she very much hoped that his corpse lay rotting while vultures picked it clean. No, this wish was born out of an stony wish for him to experience the wrath of the Ridge herd when taking back what was theirs.

This is what scared her.

She did not know this version of herself and she felt disconnected with reality, as though everything happening around her existed in some alternate bubble that was bound to pop. Separating herself from Bjorn had not helped, even though she had done so to give her grullo claimor the space he needed to spend time with his prince and to mourn his separation from his Queens. Both of them were absent from the Ridge and Siobhan felt their absence in every movement the King made, in the way the herd moved listlessly and drifted apart. It hurt her heart.

Her musings carried her far into the birthing process, but a deep pang of pressure left her gasping for air and removed any other thought from her mind. The worry her absent-minded musing had kept at bay for so long now rushed back in and sank deep into the recesses of her mind. "Please, please let it be alright."

Another wave drove the sweat soaked mare to her knees and then finally down to the ground, and once the crush of the contraction lessened she reached awkwardly around to nuzzle the swollen bulge of her stomach in a reassuring gesture that was meant as much for herself as it was for the foal within her womb. Sweat slid into her eyes and she blinked furiously to clear them to no effect.

The press of the foilage beneath her body as her body contracted of it's own volition was so familiar that she almost couldn't separate it from the sense of deja vu that swept over her. Jungle blended into deciduous forests, verdant green foliage into dry brown grass. All that remained the same was the pain of the birth and the visceral sensation of her body releasing it's protective hold on the child it had harbored for nearly a year. Laoise's face danced behind her clenched eyelids, accentuated by the sunspots from the pressure with which they were closed. Tears of pain and sorrow mixed on her cheeks until they ran down the copper colored fur to pool beneath her, mixing with the sweat of her overtaxed body.

She could feel the child nearly there, nearly free of her body but nothing she could do would loosen her baby from the grip of her body. Desperately she tried to rise, to reposition, to jostle, to do something more than just laying against the ground and groaning but her foal refused to budge.

Energy sapped, the spotted mare collapsed; she sank to her knees and then down once more, her awkward figure slowly rolling to the side. Desperately murmured prayers moved her lips with no energy left to give them sound but she still refused to give up.

She would not fail this child.

With a final scream of effort, the red mare gathered the strength of every particle in her soul, and pushed, and pushed, and pushed until everything went white.

She was roused moments later by a scrambling at her hocks, and despite the exhaustion and the worry, the red mare nearly flung herself upright so that she could stretch a trembling muzzle back to where her child - her daughter! - lay. Her nostrils fluttered with the age old greeting of dam to foal and tears of joy and relief replaced those of sadness and desperation.

With the last of her strength, the red mare clawed her way back onto her trembling limbs so she could clean her baby properly, her lips continuing to murmur sweet nothings to her precious child. The foal, a blend of dam and sire, lay blearily on the ground, her eyes wide as she looked at the world for the first time. Little else seemed of more importance than the maternal figure whose ministrations were doing much to rouse the child of her complacency with the world. With a wild flail of limbs far too long for elegant coordination, the filly dragged herself upward, and promptly skidded backward; lacking the coordination to correct such a movement, the girl landed on her rump with a disgruntled bleat.

On the second try, the sabino dotted filly managed to keep herself upright on trembling legs and with hunger born of instinct, sought out her first meal. Siobhan's muzzle rested on her daughter's rump, unable to tear herself away from the sweet infant smell of her, from the realness of her. Tears leaked down the lines of her cheeks but a sound drew her attention upward, and she looks for the source with wary alertness.
SIOBHAN | MARE | 7 YEARS | KNABSTRUPPER x ARABIAN | LOVEINSPIRED | RIDGE | NO MATE | CREDIT



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