Keep your friends close and your enemies closer(birthing post) Posted on January 10, 2026 at 01:03:29 PM by Amberlyn
Amberlyn had settled back at home, partly dreading the sire of her unborn child suddenly showing up here wanting said child. Her ears flicked back as she paced the small area she had taken to staying in. Her eldest child was ready to choose his own path, even if she did want to still see him as her little boy. He had turned into such a striking lad with similar colouration to herself. His father had broke her heart when she was foolish enough to fall in love. She couldn’t hate him but she did have to wonder if staying in the forest was the best thing to do.
She was interrupted from her pacing by a sharp pain in her abdomen. She had been so focused on what her mind was spiralling about that she’d been ignoring what her body had been screaming at her all day. Cursing her sidetracked mind she stood, catching her breath as another contraction seized her body. It was funny to think that 2 years ago she had cursed to the heavens and back about the pain of labour, this time she was a little more prepared.
She dropped to the ground, trying to breath through the pain, her mind trying to distract her again by helpfully wondering if it hurt this much last time. Was it possible to switch her brain off, because right now that would be extremely helpful. She groaned quietly, not wanting to bring anyone's attention to her right now as labour continued. It seem to take forever for this child to cooperate with what her body was telling it to do and vacate. It was eviction day and Amberlyn wasn’t taking no for an answer.
The mare was exhausted long before the birth was over, she didn’t think it had been this difficult last time. Moving from laying flat to tucking her legs in she rested her head on the ground as she tried to catch her breath, at least until she was interrupted by tiny hooves kicking legs as the foal wriggled about. Knowing that her job was done she heaved herself from the floor, rest would have to come later, the small helpless bundle on the floor needed her at this very moment.
Dropping her muzzle she began to lick the shivering foal, an effort that would help clean him off and encourage circulation to his small frame. His colouration was again similar to hers but without the spots that covered herself and Midir, no instead the white was on his legs and belly. He was big and strong, she just needed to get him onto his feet and suckling, then she could relax.
Her ears twitched, catching a sound, spinning round her newborn who was still led on the ground her ears lacing back to her skull, heart hammering in her chest.
Who’s there? Her voice was little more than a whisper as she hoped it was was just a herd member, however she had a bad feeling it was someone else. Replies: