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Description

Stallion: Leshy 6

Response To: See Below
N/A
Art Features: Charlotte, Lulaby

Word Count: 543

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Aging: Lulaby (1/3)

Healing: N/A

Pregnancy: N/A

Items Used:

Companions:
* Licho (P)

* Skrzat (C)
Owners of Other Horses:

-N/A

Rolls: Item Rolls

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Other Notes:

- DID SOMEONE SAY DRAMA? Yes, time to introduce the little bastard and Charlotte's way of dealing with it.

Story:

The day has finally come, labour. It was tough to say the least, the pain, the gasping for air, each push was like a torture in itself. Charlotte's first foal and it was a bastard that she didn't want. A single encounter with a bachelour herd and her life was ruined, she had to carry this child and suffer the consequences of some studs wanting some fun. With the final push, the foal finally was out and the mare neighed in pain. Her head dropped on the soft grass as she decided to rest to regain her strength. She didn't look at it, she didn't want to touch it but her ears would twitch with the sounds the little one was making.

Barely a few minutes on this earth and it was fighting it's legs, a sign of strength.

The mare snorted before she finally got up, a bit wobbly but she could finally stand after the tough delivery. Charlotte turned around and gave into her curiosity, she looked at her offspring but her eyes were not giving off a loving glow. They were just pale and tired, as if she didn't want to be there. As if this was some punishment for her.

The filly looked up at her mother as she tried to stand, blinking and wiggling her little ears not knowing how to make sounds properly yet.

"Child... I'm sorry" she said softly looking down at the filly, her voice was filled with sadness. Though she didn't want this her instincts were fighting her in a tough battle. She accepted Leshy's offer, he did say after that she should abandon a foal that she doesn't want or he can make sure it will be gone forever. That thought hurt her, but on the other side, leaving the little one here, all alone. Is still a death sentence.

"I'm so sorry baby" she said as her hooves started to move, her body shifted and Charlotte started moving away. With each step further and further from the foal that was still fighting it's legs. Not able to stand just yet, the little one simply stared at her mother.

Confused and not understanding the words it's dam was saying, the filly neighed before she stumbled.

"Run child, if you wish to live" the mare said looking back at it before turning around and walking away. Though the filly would not fully know what these words mean it understood the tone and sadness. Another attempt and she stood on all four legs. A little whinny as she achieved her first great goal for her mother to see. But the dam did not turn around.

The babe simply thought it should follow, and so it did but kept it's distance enough from it's mother to let her calm down.

Charlotte was keeping her head down and ears pinned against her neck, she ignored all noises surrounding her and that included her daughter. Even though the little one already was showing it was a smart cookie and it didn't come too close. The only thing that was on her mind anyway was milk, and her mom had it.

Just a bit more of a walk and maybe, just maybe she will let her nurse.

Description

Stallion: Leshy 6

Response To: See Below
N/A
Art Features: Charlotte, Lulaby

Word Count: 543

-

Aging: Lulaby (1/3)

Healing: N/A

Pregnancy: N/A

Items Used:

Companions:
* Licho (P)

* Skrzat (C)
Owners of Other Horses:

-N/A

Rolls: Item Rolls

-

Other Notes:

- DID SOMEONE SAY DRAMA? Yes, time to introduce the little bastard and Charlotte's way of dealing with it.

Story:

The day has finally come, labour. It was tough to say the least, the pain, the gasping for air, each push was like a torture in itself. Charlotte's first foal and it was a bastard that she didn't want. A single encounter with a bachelour herd and her life was ruined, she had to carry this child and suffer the consequences of some studs wanting some fun. With the final push, the foal finally was out and the mare neighed in pain. Her head dropped on the soft grass as she decided to rest to regain her strength. She didn't look at it, she didn't want to touch it but her ears would twitch with the sounds the little one was making.

Barely a few minutes on this earth and it was fighting it's legs, a sign of strength.

The mare snorted before she finally got up, a bit wobbly but she could finally stand after the tough delivery. Charlotte turned around and gave into her curiosity, she looked at her offspring but her eyes were not giving off a loving glow. They were just pale and tired, as if she didn't want to be there. As if this was some punishment for her.

The filly looked up at her mother as she tried to stand, blinking and wiggling her little ears not knowing how to make sounds properly yet.

"Child... I'm sorry" she said softly looking down at the filly, her voice was filled with sadness. Though she didn't want this her instincts were fighting her in a tough battle. She accepted Leshy's offer, he did say after that she should abandon a foal that she doesn't want or he can make sure it will be gone forever. That thought hurt her, but on the other side, leaving the little one here, all alone. Is still a death sentence.

"I'm so sorry baby" she said as her hooves started to move, her body shifted and Charlotte started moving away. With each step further and further from the foal that was still fighting it's legs. Not able to stand just yet, the little one simply stared at her mother.

Confused and not understanding the words it's dam was saying, the filly neighed before she stumbled.

"Run child, if you wish to live" the mare said looking back at it before turning around and walking away. Though the filly would not fully know what these words mean it understood the tone and sadness. Another attempt and she stood on all four legs. A little whinny as she achieved her first great goal for her mother to see. But the dam did not turn around.

The babe simply thought it should follow, and so it did but kept it's distance enough from it's mother to let her calm down.

Charlotte was keeping her head down and ears pinned against her neck, she ignored all noises surrounding her and that included her daughter. Even though the little one already was showing it was a smart cookie and it didn't come too close. The only thing that was on her mind anyway was milk, and her mom had it.

Just a bit more of a walk and maybe, just maybe she will let her nurse.