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It was late as she laid down in the company of just one other mare the night that he came. The skies were black, lightning rippling through the clouds and reaching its skeletal fingers to the mountaintops that surrounded the great valley. It illuminated the face of the mustang, her creamy cheeks damped with tears. The ground was laden with snow that continued to drift from the otherwise quiet skies. The winds did not rip or tear through the grove of trees that Rivule had settled in. There was no need to shelter from the storm, as the thunder came from far off. It was beautiful peace and distant chaos, all at once. Following another crack of lightning, a bit closer than the last, Catelyn cooed at the damp lump of tangled limbs trying to sit up beside his dam’s legs.

The foal wobbled, eyes glassy and gaze disoriented in the darkness of the evening with lightning scrawling through the skies overhead. He was a rich, warm grey, much like his father, with beautiful white markings like his dam. Upon his face, streaks of near-black lightning had etched itself across his cheekbones from his eyes, almost reaching his nostril on the left but not quite making it. He had a beautiful spotted blanket painted delicately across his hindquarters, just like his sire, and it made Rivule’s eyes water again with an emotion that she could not properly place. Was it joy? Was it pain and longing? Was it adoration? It felt more like a combination of all of those things. She remembered Poseidon fondly, and did not resent him for having to leave her behind when the time came. What a strange thing it was, to feel so deeply for someone who would have otherwise been a perfect stranger, had she not found herself lost behind that fence line.

“Hello little one,” Catelyn hushed him gently as he cowered against his mother’s hindquarters in fear. She took the chance to nuzzle him and dry him, as exhausted Rivule looked on. He was massive, even though he was a newborn, and so she gave her friend the chance to care for him and get him warm and dry in the meantime. “Oh Rivule, he’s perfect. Absolutely perfect.”

But of course, Rivule already knew. How couldn’t he be perfect, when he was two halves of both she and the stallion she’d fallen in love with a year before. Not a day had gone by that he hadn’t thought of him, and as she slowed with the weight of her growing foal and lay awake at night feeling him kick about, she never once resented how this coming foal was going to change her life forever. It was a strange thing, to be so eager to meet someone that was to come from you themselves, but she couldn’t wait to see what her looked like; if he would have her father’s shining doe eyes, or if he would have her bright pearly coat and striking paint markings. He was a perfect mix of the both of them, and she could not have asked for someone more perfect than this young colt was now.

Catelyn licked him dry, and nosed him towards his mother so she could greet him and see him properly. Another bolt of lightning streaked across the sky, illuminating his face in a flash of brilliance. A rumble of thunder followed, but instead of shying away the colt took his first steps, clambering to his feet and nearly folding over onto himself again. Catelyn was never far behind, nosing him and helping him to keep his balance. He stood the first time he tried, legs splayed and neck arched confidently like a proper stallion, even in his youth. His knees shook as he stumbled back to his mother, who had lifted her head to reach her nose towards him.

“Rivule, what’ll you call him?” Catelyn asked. Why how could she name something so perfect? How could she know now? Suddenly all of the names that she had chosen for him well ahead of time were no good. None of them could come close to adequately suiting the prince that stood before her.

Then it hit her. “Percival,” She murmured, nuzzling her baby gently. He flinched away from the unfamiliar touch the first few times, but he did not shy far, as brave as he already was proving to be. Born into the dead of the night during a thunder snow, surrounded by white like ash, striking as he was and piercing his way into the beautiful Cottonwood Valley like a streak of lightning himself, the name was perfect.

“His name is Percival.”

Artist Comments: He's here!!! And I can finally post this piece that I've been working on forever and a day XD

Stallion ID: Achernar#145

In response to: None
Art features: Catelyn , Rivule , Percival
Story features: Catelyn , Rivule , Percival , Poseidon
Word Count: 782

Aging: Percival 1/3
Healing: n/a
Pregnancy: n/a

Items you are using: None
Members that own outside horses: TheEndlessHourglass - Poseidon

Rolls: Normal

Other notes: None

Description

It was late as she laid down in the company of just one other mare the night that he came. The skies were black, lightning rippling through the clouds and reaching its skeletal fingers to the mountaintops that surrounded the great valley. It illuminated the face of the mustang, her creamy cheeks damped with tears. The ground was laden with snow that continued to drift from the otherwise quiet skies. The winds did not rip or tear through the grove of trees that Rivule had settled in. There was no need to shelter from the storm, as the thunder came from far off. It was beautiful peace and distant chaos, all at once. Following another crack of lightning, a bit closer than the last, Catelyn cooed at the damp lump of tangled limbs trying to sit up beside his dam’s legs.

The foal wobbled, eyes glassy and gaze disoriented in the darkness of the evening with lightning scrawling through the skies overhead. He was a rich, warm grey, much like his father, with beautiful white markings like his dam. Upon his face, streaks of near-black lightning had etched itself across his cheekbones from his eyes, almost reaching his nostril on the left but not quite making it. He had a beautiful spotted blanket painted delicately across his hindquarters, just like his sire, and it made Rivule’s eyes water again with an emotion that she could not properly place. Was it joy? Was it pain and longing? Was it adoration? It felt more like a combination of all of those things. She remembered Poseidon fondly, and did not resent him for having to leave her behind when the time came. What a strange thing it was, to feel so deeply for someone who would have otherwise been a perfect stranger, had she not found herself lost behind that fence line.

“Hello little one,” Catelyn hushed him gently as he cowered against his mother’s hindquarters in fear. She took the chance to nuzzle him and dry him, as exhausted Rivule looked on. He was massive, even though he was a newborn, and so she gave her friend the chance to care for him and get him warm and dry in the meantime. “Oh Rivule, he’s perfect. Absolutely perfect.”

But of course, Rivule already knew. How couldn’t he be perfect, when he was two halves of both she and the stallion she’d fallen in love with a year before. Not a day had gone by that he hadn’t thought of him, and as she slowed with the weight of her growing foal and lay awake at night feeling him kick about, she never once resented how this coming foal was going to change her life forever. It was a strange thing, to be so eager to meet someone that was to come from you themselves, but she couldn’t wait to see what her looked like; if he would have her father’s shining doe eyes, or if he would have her bright pearly coat and striking paint markings. He was a perfect mix of the both of them, and she could not have asked for someone more perfect than this young colt was now.

Catelyn licked him dry, and nosed him towards his mother so she could greet him and see him properly. Another bolt of lightning streaked across the sky, illuminating his face in a flash of brilliance. A rumble of thunder followed, but instead of shying away the colt took his first steps, clambering to his feet and nearly folding over onto himself again. Catelyn was never far behind, nosing him and helping him to keep his balance. He stood the first time he tried, legs splayed and neck arched confidently like a proper stallion, even in his youth. His knees shook as he stumbled back to his mother, who had lifted her head to reach her nose towards him.

“Rivule, what’ll you call him?” Catelyn asked. Why how could she name something so perfect? How could she know now? Suddenly all of the names that she had chosen for him well ahead of time were no good. None of them could come close to adequately suiting the prince that stood before her.

Then it hit her. “Percival,” She murmured, nuzzling her baby gently. He flinched away from the unfamiliar touch the first few times, but he did not shy far, as brave as he already was proving to be. Born into the dead of the night during a thunder snow, surrounded by white like ash, striking as he was and piercing his way into the beautiful Cottonwood Valley like a streak of lightning himself, the name was perfect.

“His name is Percival.”

Artist Comments: He's here!!! And I can finally post this piece that I've been working on forever and a day XD

Stallion ID: Achernar#145

In response to: None
Art features: Catelyn , Rivule , Percival
Story features: Catelyn , Rivule , Percival , Poseidon
Word Count: 782

Aging: Percival 1/3
Healing: n/a
Pregnancy: n/a

Items you are using: None
Members that own outside horses: TheEndlessHourglass - Poseidon

Rolls: Normal

Other notes: None