The Joys of Parenthood
Posted: Wed Feb 16, 2011 11:52 am
It had been a long night and one that was far from over yet. Yellow fur matted with sweat Snap gasped as another painful spasm squeezed her belly. She was sure Oath hadn't had nearly this much trouble when Lash had been born but refused to dwell on any of the doubts that flitted around the edge of her focus. She had banished Whip from the cave earlier, snarling at him to get out when she'd become fed up of his worrying. She was sure he hadn't gone far. Wary has he had become of her moods over the last few weeks he was far to protective of his mares to have left her truly alone tonight.
With a final push Snap collapsed back against the floor giving in momentarily to her exhaustion before craning her neck around to examine the products of her labors.
Three small, slick bodies lay curled on the floor blinking up at her in a tangle of gangly limbs. One, the same distinct orange as her father, was already struggling to find some measure of control over her limbs with little success. Some instinct drove her to her feet despite her desire to sleep and she gently nuzzled the foals until all three wobbled upright on their spindly legs. Each bore small numbs of red horn- a trademark she supposed of their parents- and much to her surprise all three had small delicate wings tucked tightly against their backs.
"Whip," she called leaving the foals to the discovery of their balance and walking to the mouth of the cave to find the stallion."Would you like to meet your children?"
With a final push Snap collapsed back against the floor giving in momentarily to her exhaustion before craning her neck around to examine the products of her labors.
Three small, slick bodies lay curled on the floor blinking up at her in a tangle of gangly limbs. One, the same distinct orange as her father, was already struggling to find some measure of control over her limbs with little success. Some instinct drove her to her feet despite her desire to sleep and she gently nuzzled the foals until all three wobbled upright on their spindly legs. Each bore small numbs of red horn- a trademark she supposed of their parents- and much to her surprise all three had small delicate wings tucked tightly against their backs.
"Whip," she called leaving the foals to the discovery of their balance and walking to the mouth of the cave to find the stallion."Would you like to meet your children?"