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Date Posted: 21:49:11 11/24/01 Sat
Author: Nemesis
Author Host/IP: 236-153-237-24.was-dial.gci.net / 24.237.153.236
Subject: ~blow~
In reply to: Dragon's Breath 's message, "-Prances in place.-" on 10:22:58 11/24/01 Sat

Ebon’ fatale snorts quietly. She lags to the back of the herd and then disappears into some brush. Laying there she pants hard. Instinct the only thing keeping her from fleeing in fear from the pain she knew she would feel. With a sigh she closes her eyes.
A few hours later the ebon’ fatale walks wearily out of the brush, drenched in sweat and saliva. She whickers behind, and out comes a little black bundle. The bundle wobbles on long spindly legs. It tries to come to the encouraging sound of its mother’s voice, but after a few more steps falls flat on its face. It let a baa of protest and lay for a moment on the ground. Then, struggling, it was able to support its weight on its two front legs. With a heave of its hinds it was up again. Legs sprawled as it didn’t wish to fall again. The proud ebony mother smiled kindly to her little one. She then looked around warily at the rest of the herd. She would let steed come a little ways close to see his offspring, but instinct would not let him come close. She gently nudges the young filly to her hock, where it found a warm gush of life. Hungry was hardly the word, more like ravenous. The mare grunted. Snorting and looking happily back at her offspring. Then turns to wait for steed’s approach.

(ooc: yah hhes. were buds;)

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