Falls

Shame and guilt ate at Abyzou. Her swollen body was homeless still and she found herself roaming the main island called the crossing. She was alone, bitter, and hated everything around her as she bedded down by the Falls. Her two toned eyes closed as she heaved out pained breaths, her labor claiming her mind and blood. She had never been through this before, her mind unsure of what was really coming. She would deal with it of course, but as time went by and her pained grunts filled the air, Abyzou went through the motions.


Later in the day, more like evening than afternoon, Abyzou stood over a red and white child. Her eyes gleamed with a strong set of emotions, but she cleaned her child and helped his rise from the ground enough to feast upon the milk she produced. Her ears swiveled upon her head as her tri-toned body trembled. She wanted someone here, but she had no one to really ask. Vadim was off doing his own thing and she was not about to act like a love sick puppy, but something in her gut had her hiding her pained tears as she lowered her head and nibbled at the grass at her hooves. She now had a son who she dubbed Grimlock, but she was uneasy. There were only two tones, red and white, but that did not mean a single thing.


Sighing out a breath, Abyzou lifted her head when the sun began to set and looked about herself. She could protect them, yes, but she wanted to not be alone. Shaking her head, the crimson mare opened her lips and gave a call hoping that it would reach its intended target. She did not really care who came, but she did hope Vadim would come before anyone else.