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Post by lifey on Sept 22, 2005 20:13:48 GMT -4
Would she be noticed? Sun kissed doe strolls briskly into the terra, coco threaded spheres scanning the topography, searching for 'quines of her kind, perhaps even a bronc. Would she be noticed, or left unseen? A harsh, unbarable thought was present within her. Flints dance o'er the topography with grace and ease, nothing apparently had just happened, though the past would change her life dramatically. Would a bronc want an essa who was in foal with the king's b.itch? Or would they not care? Willl she remain a loner for her whole enernity, or would she be noticed? Whiskery librums parts to release a tune that bounced from wall to wall. No one present...Perhaps some will come. She thought to herself. Lobes were flighty atop her dome while she listened, hoped, waited.... Or left unseen? |
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Post by lifey on Sept 25, 2005 10:04:49 GMT -4
Day after day her barrel grew larger and larger, the loneliness began to bore her to death. Anywhere else to move? Any place interesting that would accept her with open arms, perhaps even find herself a herd. She had been here for weeks, and she was getting bored. Her mug swivled around, dentals lipping at the fold in her barrel. A back appendi left the topography and kicked at her enlarged cage, then stomped at the loam, scaring it harshly. Her spheres scanned the topography again, searching for a fellow 'quine who might have entered. Why had no one come? Would no one want her because she had been in season and is in foal now? Well, if she did get accepted into a herd, then the sire would probably kill the foal anyway. A heavy sigh filled her enlarged barrel as she hoped and waited...
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Post by lifey on Oct 3, 2005 20:34:21 GMT -4
Her cage was enlarging, though winter dragged on and on, seeming to never end. Brozos had traveled throughout the whole area, searching for someone or something to do. The creeks were frozen, the grass was barried, the birds no longer chirped from their perches, the trees never swayed in a soft breeze. Everything was motionless, except for the lone essa trudging through the snow in attempt to keep warm. How long had she been here and alone? How long must she wait in the future? Velvet swivled to nudge at her barrel, a soft nudge pressing against it. Must be the foal... She finally decided. No wonder no one wanted her, for she bore another's foal, which was due in good time. Mug turned back and dangled from it's place finally, the itch no longer bugging her. Flutes remain alert, though no sound pounded through her lobes. Everything was frozen, unmoving, as it had been for the past few months. How much longer would she have be alone? More and more questions of her future rang through her crania, though she stood motionless in the snow which stuck to her pelt, sending cold shivers throughout her entire bodice...
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Post by lifey on Oct 17, 2005 13:38:40 GMT -4
How much longer am I to wait? This foal is growing rapidly inside me... Enlarged cage enlarged again with a heavy sigh, a glance moving towards the empty terra. Dome lowered, mug lipping at the emerald carpet boredly. Low whicker slipped from her mug, calling any company to her. Join my presence, if you will. I have been alone for so long, and do not which to be lonely any longer. Please, I am pleading to you... Again she cried out, but no answer came. Any company would be good right about now, even a dark sided 'quine... Apex was tossed towards the heavens, tassels sent airbound then landed astrewed 'pon her boa and visage, silence covering the lands again. Hind reached up and kicked at her barrel, the pain sending tremors throughout her. Muffled squeal emitted her mug, dentals lipping at the folds on her swollen barrel. Crown was sent dangling back in it's place, hoping company would come soon...
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Post by lifey on Nov 22, 2005 13:45:48 GMT -4
Silence began to cover the lands at which she was present. But the change of season was in the air. Spectating gaze caught sight of a lone bird whom began to sing it's lively song. The doe watched silently as a flock began to follow it. Low whicker slipped from her mug in greeting like motions to them. Tone was ended abruptly as pain shot through her cage. She whinced at the pang, hoping it would be over soon. It didn't end, and it was time. Slowly she began to move o'er the topography, her foot falls slow to prevent pain. Muscles began to tense tightly, remaining that way for a time. A soft snort was emitted from her flared oxygenators, barrel heaving with the pain. She disappeared in the foliage, making way towards the birthing grounds.
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