I'll Put A Spell On You {Open}

[Arwen]

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Sweep Me Off My Feet....

...And Tell Me It Will Be Alright..

The birds chattered noisily far up above my cranium, the brightly colored avians welcoming the arrival of a new day as the sun slowly crept into the sky. Not that its warm rays ever penetrated the thick canopy of foilage overhead. The forest air was moist, and humid dew still clinging to the vegitation. The hearty scent of nature untouched was perfume to my flared nostrils. It seemed like so long I had roamed the great plains, a stroke of pure luck brought me to this wonderful rain forest. The diluted light warmed my black and white stained fur as I made my way deeper into the region. My thick Winter hair had shed out to a glistening pinto coat as the weather continued to warm.


The peaceful quiet of this land was relaxing, it made me forget about my current...condition. I shouldn't have been so careless, and I would pay. I do want this....I will be a good mother no matter what... My barrel was only slightly showing my pregnancy, and it could easily be mistaken for being just a bit chubby. Everything would be alright. My pearly daggers pressed into the soft ground and carried me towards a small pool of water. I took a few steps into the warm aqua before lowering my velvety kissers to drink. Water dripped from my muzzle as I glanced around. "What to do what to do..." My voice was soft and soothing, barely loud enough to disturb the silence.

My gaze traveled down to the waters surface as I stared at my reflection. A black and white mare with a single blue eye stared back dissaprovingly. Why can't I be normal? With a soft sigh I heaved my bodice out of the water. The tip of my banner, and my legs were now wet. I decided to stay by the small watering pool, it was a landmark. Better than getting lost and wandering aimlessly for days. I lifted my head and scented the air. Nares flaring slightly brought me no scent, but the air was so still it would be hard to smell anything unless they were close. I wasn't too worried about anything sneaking up on me, so I carefully lowered myself to the ground in a lush spot of green. After folding my legs beneath me I lowered my head, and allowed sleep to slowly take me away from the troubles of the real world.

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[Spuds]

Confessions of the Assassin

Dead men tell no tales

I trotted briskly through the rain forest, my sorrel hide shining, whether it passed through a beam of sunlight or not. I slowed slightly, and started lifting my four white socks high with each step, in a prancing motion. I was humming what had now become my favorite song. Maybe because I related with it so much. I knew every word by heart, I had sung it every time I had a broken relationship. I always sang it to the stallion--right before I either killed them, or beat the tar out of them.

I started to sing out the words passionately, breaking the tranquil peace of the forest. "I haven't been to church, since, I don't remember when. Things were going great, until they fell apart again. So I listened to the preacher, as he told me what to do. He said you can't go hating others, who have done wrong to you. Sometimes we get angry, but we must not condemn. Let the good Lord do His job, you just pray for them...." This is usually where the stallion gets the ridiculous notion that I'm going to forgive him, and he's off the hook. He usually starts relaxing and smiling. Idiots. I paused, and glanced sky-ward. I took a deep breath and charged into my favorite part.

"I pray your brakes go out runin' down a hill. I pray a flower pot falls from a window-sill. And knocks you in the head, like I'd like to." Oh my. The pleasure of seeing their shocked faces. I always demonstrate, with a kick to their head. "I pray your birthday comes and nobody calls. I pray you're flying high, when your engine stalls. I pray all your dreams never come true." A sweet, delicate smile bloomed on my face. "Just know where ever you are honey, I pray for you." I giggled, then continued. "I'm really glad I found my way to Church. `Cause I'm already feeling better and I thank God for the worst." My prance turned to more of a dance. I was traveling towards the small pond, of the area. "Yeah I'm gonna take the high road. And do what the preacher told me to do. You keep messing up. And I'll keep praying for youuuu!"

My voice grew louder still, as it trilled on that last word. I was about to go on to the next blissful verse, but my optics caught a glimpse of a mare ahead, with a lovely painted coat. Her breed, seemed to be Thoroughbred, like myself. But I could tell she was crossed with something. Probably a mustang.. She was much shorter than myself, but most everyone is. I stand proudly at 18 hands. I am taller than most of my belated beaus. Maybe that's why he cheated on me....Stallions are so touchy about the mare being taller. I was thinking of my latest one. He was a stallion from my old herd. I caught him sneaking off to the other herds and flirting, and breeding with the other mares! He sure got what was coming to him. I smiled smugly, when the memory crossed my mind.

I blinked away the image, to focus on the mare before me. She was laying peacefully in a lush patch of grass. Is she asleep? If so, surely I woke her up with my song...
I decided that I probably shouldn't bother her, asleep or not. So I tried to tip-toe past. Ha. Ha. Ha. Didn't work so well... It's not easy to be silent, when you weigh thirteen hundred pounds. What? You think I'm fat? I'm not! I'm extremely muscled. I even have thick bones, despite my breed.
I don't know if it's just me, or what. But it seems that I make more noise when I try to be quiet. Right about now, I sounded like a herd of elephants charging. I rolled my eyes and sighed, and glanced at the pinto mare to see if I had awakened her.

Neither shall I

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[Arwen]

In my dreams, everything was alright. There were no force breeding stallions, no harsh winters without food, and no unwanted foals. What a life. Truth be told I missed the life I led before. Before disease and old age claimed those she loved, life was simple. Life was good. Ahhh how I wish to be young again. Now look at me, a four year old rogue knocked up with some random stallions foal. I didn't ask for this child. I wasn't ready to be a mother. But that didn't matter, what happened happened. The past can't be changed no matter how much I wish and beg the stars.

I stirred from sleep lazily as I heard very, enthusiastic singing. The voice was femme, and traveling towards me from the sound of it. My harks swiveled to catch the lyrics. The first half sounded normal. However when the unknown voice launched into the second part I concentrated on remaining perfectly still to avoid rolling around in fits of laughter. Whoever it was, had a sense of humor. The birds above had quieted somewhat, maybe they too were listening to the song. I wasn't alone, after all.

The music ended, and I guessed she had spotted my black and white stained bodice lying amongst the various lush vegitation. My harks were alert, despite pretending to sleep. As she attempted (unsuccessfully I must say) past me, I opened my orbs, both my chocolate and aqua hues taking in the surprisingly large equine before me. It would probably be quite a shock for her too to see two differently colored eyes looking back. Sometimes I felt like two different horses that were shoved into the same, confused body. One light, and maybe one that was a little more prone to the bad decisions in life.

Good thing I had a brain right? The first things I noticed were her impressive height, and flashy, healthy looking pelt. She was a sorrel, and I could tell she towered over myself even from down here. Oh thats right....I'm on the ground. I extended my forelegs and slowly heaved my 'heavier than usual' bodice off the Earth with a grunt of effort. I hated this...pregnancy thing. It felt like my skin was stretching uncomfortably, and the life was being sucked right out of my body. Bastard could have at least stuck around to see his own damn child. Hmph. Well there I go...ranting away in my head again. I turned my attention back to the mare before me, and introduced myself. "Hello there. I'm Hex." I couldn't help it as my pink tinted maw tilted into a silly grin. "Nice song, by the way."

[Spuds]

Confessions of the Assassin

Dead men tell no tales

I was a little bit surprised when I noticed that this pretty mare had optics of two different colors. I had never seen another horse with orbs like that before, but I really liked it. I wish I had unique eyes like that. But then I decided, the blue would probably clash with my shimmering red-ish coat.
I watched as the pinto fae rose to her feet--or lack there of. She was slow about it, and it seemed to require more effort that it should have. I had a suspicion as to what had happened to her, and it was confirmed when I eyed the slight bulge on her belly. Spring had just started. No horse could possibly look that plump when we were just coming out of winter. Poor gal. Some hansom devil knocked her up then deserted her, no doubt. If this mare were to become a dear friend of mine, you know what I would do? I would track that low-life jerk down and beat out his bloody guts then drag him back and make him stay with her, until the foal is born, and old enough that she wouldn't need his help anymore. He should have stayed with her! If it takes 2 to make it, it will take 2 to raise it! What is he thinking? Simple. He has the mindset of every other stallion on this earth. They Bred then Fled. That's their motto.

Hello there. I'm Hex. She had a silly grin on her pink kissers as she added "Nice song, by the way." I smiled back. "My name is Confessions of the Assassin. But people I like call me Sassin. People I hate, call me Assassin" I giggled. "Yep, it's my favorite song. My mother was a tame horse, before she joined a herd and had me. Her old owner always sang it. So mother taught it to me. It's pretty special to me. Hey, would you like to hear the rest of it?" I didn't wait for an answer, and began singing. "I pray your tire blows out at 110. I pray you pass out drunk with your best friend and wake up with his and her tattoos." Next came the chorus. "I pray your brakes go out running down a hill. I pray a flowerpot falls from a window sill and knocks you in the head like I'd like to. "
Since I wasn't singing it to a traitor beau, I left out the demonstrations. "I pray your birthday comes and nobody calls. I pray you're flying high when your engine stalls. I pray all your dreams never come true." I took a quick breath then went on. "Just know wherever you are, near or far, in your house or in your car. Wherever you are honey, I pray for you." I laughed. "That song comes in handy, quite often....I sing it to the lowest forms of scum on the earth. But they call themselves stallions." I grinned. I'm sure Hex could appreciate my feelings towards stallions, considering the position she was in.
"By the way, sorry to have woken you up. I didn't mean to disturb you."

Neither shall I

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[Arwen]

Most horses that I met on my constant roaming tended to be standoffish and grumpy towards everyone at first...this other mare was quite the opposite. It was such a breath of fresh air to meet someone that was friendly! They could learn a thing or two from her. I felt overly self conscious as I felt her gaze on my face. No doubt she noticed my different orbs. Other than that I knew I wasn't that bad looking...I was slender and well muscled. Well, when I wasn't carrying baby weight that is. I had a lovely black and white pinto pattern all over my body as well as creamy white and black streaked tassels. While we were on the obvious subject of appearences I wondered.

What would my unborn foal look like? Joker was quite a handsome stallion...built like a tank, a blue roan appaloosa possessing aqua hued orbs much like one of my own. I wanted my child to grow up normally...something I never had the comfort of doing. My harks twisted around to catch her words as I stood facing the larger equine. Man, I feel short. Sassin...what a pretty name!"

I listened intently as Sassin continued on with her song enthusiastically. I had managed to hold back my giggles until the end...barely. After I was through laughing I nodded. "And they deserve it too. I know of one that has gotten me into quite the...predicament." It took me a moment to find the right word. Initially my mind thought of 'my own living hell' but that might be a little over zealous. Maybe I would make a friend yet in this new place. It really was beautiful, though I hadn't seen any other equines besides myself and Sassin so far. Speaking of, she apologized for waking me up. It wasn't really necessary, her song definitely made up for my lack of sleep. "Oh its perfectly alright. Just sort of you know, finding a way to pass the time. Your the first I've seen around here so far so in a way I'm glad you did. I was beginning to thin the whole place is deserted."

[Spuds]

Confessions of the Assassin

Dead men tell no tales

Sassin...what a pretty name! "Thank you!" My gray and white muzzle turned up at the sides, into a smile.
As I came to the grand finale of my song, I noticed that she was enjoying it very much. She looked like a weak dam, trying hard to hold back a flood of laughter. I admit, that song does induce giggles. Unless you're the one it is being sung to. Then it's not quite as funny.

And they deserve it too. I know of one that has gotten me into quite the...predicament.
"Darn right they do!" I agreed, wholeheartedly. "Predicament? That's not nearly a strong enough word to describe what he did to you, in my opinion. But then, I've always been a little hot tempered-- prone to wrath, revenge, and--" I cut myself off. I had been about to say --Slow, agonizing murder. But Hex seemed like a nice mare. I wasn't sure how she would react if I had went on to describe the various methods I would have used to torture him, it was pretty graphic. Talk of blood-shed is not the best tactic for making friends, Sassin. I told myself.

Oh its perfectly alright. Just sort of you know, finding a way to pass the time. Your the first I've seen around here so far, so in a way, I'm glad you did. I was beginning to think the whole place is deserted.
"Well, it has thinned out within the past few month. Last winter, there were some---tragedies that struck the herd that used to reside here. The ones that survived, fled to other territories, and joined other herds. But don't worry, this place is perfectly safe. I can't believe no one else has started a herd here. It is excellent land." I twisted my neck, my liquid chocolate optics looking around, as if searching for something that would be a clue as to why this place held so few equines. Finding nothing, I turned back to Hex. "Speaking of herds and lands, what territory do you come from?" I looked at her curiously. I waited for a reaction. Some horses get defensive when asked about their past. I don't understand why. I of all people should be the one to get touchy. Seriously, my record isn't exactly snow white. But if asked, I wouldn't act huffy. I would oblige, and tell the truth. I suppose they are ashamed of it. I'm not ashamed of mine. My past is part of who I am, and if they see fault with that, they can just go kick a hand grenade. But I had a feeling Hex wasn't the type to get upset, at such a simple question.

Neither shall I

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[Arwen]

"Your very welcome!" The other mares moderately bubbly aura was contagious, I found myself more than a little excited to be in the presence of another equine. Normally, I was a loner. Other horses could do as they wish it was none of my business. Well none of my business unless it concerned me personally that is. If I ever had the pleasure of crossing paths with Joker again I would show him what I thought of force breeding stallions. A soft rustling in the lush greens behind us caught the attention of my harks. As they swirled backwards I craned my neck around to examine the area with scrutiny. Hmm. Nothing appeared to be there.


Sassin went on a slight rant about the troubles created by stallions, and carried by mares. "Its been months of my own personnel hell...I just didn't want to be too dramatic. If I had my way he wouldn't still be able to walk...or stick anymore unwilling mares with foals." I hoped I wasn't overstepping any bounds by saying that, but I didnt take Sassin as a mare to be content settling down in a herd just to provide foals for some bossy stag.

As she spoke of the fate of those that had previously lived here, I wondered just what sort of 'tragedy' she meant. My mind wandered to the sickness that had befallen most of my own herd. Quickly I shook the thoughts out of my mind with a quick shake of my crown. It is a very beautiful place to live." Her words caught me off guard slightly as she asked about my past. "Well, disease claimed most of my herd when I was young. It doesn't bother me much, I can't remember many who were in it. My mother raised me mostly by herself. She died of natural causes then I just sort of wandered. I've never been in a herd, and well sometimes I would roam with one or two horses. Thats sort of the way I ended up in my current state."

Speaking of which, my stomach felt tight and uncomfortable. I had noticed it earlier but it seemed to be gradually making itself known. I shifted my daggers so I was leaning on my right side slightly to help ease the awkwardly ebbing pain.

[Spuds]

Confessions of the Assassin

Dead men tell no tales

A slow, but steady grin formed on my mouth, as Hex described her feelings, a little more elaborately this time. "Too dramatic? Nonsense. With me, you can dramatize to your hearts content. Full of extravagant, gory detail." I highly doubted this mare could say anything that would shock me, details wise. Been there, done that, seen it....But always so fun to hear it again!

Well, disease claimed most of my herd when I was young. It doesn't bother me much, I can't remember many who were in it. My mother raised me mostly by herself. She died of natural causes then I just sort of wandered. I've never been in a herd, and well sometimes I would roam with one or two horses. Thats sort of the way I ended up in my current state.
"I see. That's interesting. " She told you her past, you should tell her yours. Not that there's much to tell.
"I don't know if you're interested or not, but in case you are, I'll tell you. As you know, my mother was a tame horse. But she escaped and found a band of horses, and joined it. Her owner had bred her to another thoroughbred stud before she escaped. So after awhile, I was born. I started flirting young, and the colts of the herd took a fancy to me. I also messed around with a few rogues. Well, every time one of them got me steamed, or cheated on me in some way, I either left him in very bad shape, or not breathing. The other herd members were appalled, well, all except my mother. She was proud of my spirit. But the elders decided I was a bad influence, and said they would not tolerate such violence. They told me to take a hike. So I've been wandering for the last year and a half."

My muscles under my fiery red hide were starting to get stiff. I wasn't used to standing in one spot for so long. "Excuse me, for a minute." I pivoted to one side, then sprang forward. I started loping through the rain forest. I let out a few kicks, and bucks. I tossed my head, and swished my chestnut colored banner forcefully. Legs in motion, my defined muscles were more prominent with the movement. I slowed to a trot, and whinnied. I halted, and shook all over. Then I calmly walked back to where I had been a few minutes ago, in front of Hex, and resumed as if nothing had happened. "So, have you got a place to stay `till your little....surprise is born? If not, I could probably find a nice place for us to crash. You look like you could use someplace comfy." I eyed her belly. Had it gotten bigger? It seemed to have, at least a little.

Neither shall I

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[Arwen]

I chuckled softly, extravagant gory detail? If only I had the guts to pull my act together and give him what he truly deserved. If only if only. Briefly I wondered how many other mares had befallen the same fate. Hmm, well no matter.

My harks twirled this way and that as I listened to her story. Hmm...she was sort of from a domestic descent then on one side. I wonder what humans are like? Other horses always seemed to tell horror stories about them. I felt my maw twist up into a smile yet again. "Bad influence? I don't think so!! At least one of our gender has the...guts to give them what they deserve."

Sassin asked to be excused and I simply nodded, watching as she bolted into the deeper part of the rain forest. The huge mare was quite a site to behold as she frolicked about like a filly. I'd imagine any normal horse would get tired of standing for so long, but myself on the other hand...Well to put it nicely I was super lazy. Darn stallions. Its all their fault. The sorrel returned to her previous position. I was rather surprised she offered to to find a place for the both of us. But why not? She was friendly, and so far we shared one thing in common.

We both were against the opposite gender. Unexpectedly I snorted as the thing residing inside my womb gave a gut busting kick. I shook my skull, my painted tapestries falling over my arched boa. "No I don't. I would be glad to find someplace comfortable and safe.....quickly." The ebbing pains in my stomach continued to grow, and that kick had me thinking that I knew what it was. I was close to being through this long ordeal...partially. In another way it was only just beginning. We had better get there sooner than you think...

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[Spuds]

Confessions of the Assassin

Dead men tell no tales

Bad influence? I don't think so!! I laughed. "You might change your mind about that if you saw my bad side. But thank you." My facial expression showed of a smile somewhere in between a smile, and a grin. At least one of our gender has the...guts to give them what they deserve.
"Yes, I wish more of us Mare's would buck up and demand to be treated the way we should be. I've often thought of giving training courses to Stallions. Sassin's Boot camp - for Rebellious Stallions." I giggled. "Has a nice ring to it, doesn't it? The motto could be, "You'll change your life around...or be put under the ground. Guaranteed." By this time, I was convulsed in laughter. It took me a minute, to catch my breath.

No I don't. I would be glad to find someplace comfortable and safe.....quickly
"Righto! Just follow me, and we'll be there in no-time." I began trotting, chattering happily all the way. "An old beau of mine, showed me this nice little haven. He lived in the herd that was here. Before the tragedies stuck, that is. We used to meet here and spend a few days together. A secret romance, one could call it. Oh it's a splendid little place. A cluster of large trees. But the secret is, they are all carved out on the inside. The trunks touch each other. They form almost a complete circle. The form sort of a....cave? Oh I don't know. But anyways, it's a nice spot, and very safe....How you doing?" I asked, craning my neck back at Hex to make sure she was keeping up.

Neither shall I

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[Arwen]

I smiled warmly, "Not much bothers me...Aside from this fiasco." I was referring to the small creature growing in my womb of course. For its sake, I Hope I could be a good mother. I listened to her idea of a stallion boot camp, and within seconds convulsed into laughter. I could definately imagine that in my head. "Maybe then the world would be a little better of a place" I managed to choke out between laughs.


I followed her and listened alertly as she talked away about our destination. "It sounds like a beautiful place..I am sorry for your loss though." I guessed by tragedy she meant what had happened to the rest of the horses. That or he did something he shouldn't have, and she took what was owed her. I kept up quite well considering my state. "I'm doing fine for the time being." The words were hardly out of my mouth before I felt another gut wrenching kick. What the hell was this kid doing in there? Playing hackey sack with my organs? With a slight huff I recovered from the blow and continued on.


I hoped we would get there soon. It had only been about five more minutes before again I was kicked internally. Now it was just making me mad. I stopped short with a snort, harks pinned back and stomped in irritation. I could see our destination up ahead. Another five minutes went by maybe less and I was again kicked. It took me a few more repeated experiences before a light bulb went off in my brain. It wasn't the baby kicking...it was contractions. All the months of thinking couldn't prepare me for this. Instantly, my calm cool collected nature waved goodbye as it happily leaped out the window. At least you don't have to do this completely alone. A small voice in the back of my head reminded.

That was the only comfort I had right about now. We arrived at our destination, and I sure as hell wasted no time entering the cave like area. Panic and worry were clearly present into my voice as I turned to the other mare. "Housten, we have a problem." I concentrated on racking my brain for the next move as I awaited any sort of advice.

[Spuds]

Confessions of the Assassin

Dead men tell no tales

"Yes...He was a loss. He's about the only one I can remember fondly." I had a soft smile on my face, as I remembered him. "Oh well. There are other fish in the sea." I shook out my mane, as if tossing out the memories. "Many, many fish. But not many stallions!" I joked, and giggled.

I'm doing fine for the time being
I looked her over critically. "It doesn't look like you'll be doing fine for much longer..."
I unintentionally picked up the pace, just a little. It seemed like an eternity, but finally, we made it to the forest "cave". I felt a wave of relief. At least she would be comfortable here. If she were to foal soon, the foal would have a softer place to be born.

Hex didn't show the slightest bit of hesitation. As soon as our hooves were in front of the cave, she was in. Though her words were simple, her voice was nervous as she spoke.
"Housten, we have a problem."
"A--A problem? You meanThe problem?!" My eyes widened, and I cast them to her belly.
Oh snap. I found myself praying that by problem, she wasn't referring to the foal. Of course, that was silly. What else could it be?

I felt adrenaline pulse through me. I knew that soon, my sorrel hide would be doused with sweat.
Chill, Sassin! She's having the foal, not you! Wait...what if something goes wrong? You know nothing about foaling! Calm down. That's the best thing you can do. Be calm. You don't want to get Hex anymore worked up than she probably already is.
"Maybe you should lay down?"

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[Arwen]

I paced nervously for a few moments before my harks took in Sassins words. "Maybe you should lay down?" Reluctantly I found a comfortable looking spot and descended to my knees. Gradually I eased my weight onto the forest floor. The contractions visibly rippled through my muscles now. I lifted my crown from the floor and craned around to nip at my belly in a slightly irritated manner. Relax..Just breathe. Let nature take its course.....of course its easier said than done. I grunted, often moving my crown about.

As gross as it was, I could feel the small body that had grown inside me as it shifted around within. Without even realizing what I was doing, I felt my muscles begin to push in time with the contractions. My black and white painted hide had broken out in a hot sweat, darkening my fur. My normally neatly kept tassels were tangled and strung about the ground. Birthing was proving itself to be a slow, and painful ordeal. Soon..it will be over with. Keep your eye on the prize.


I could feel borderline relief as the smaller body began to slide from my own in a greasy mess. My muscles were on fire, exhaustion making itself apparent. One more push.. I used the last of my might to push and felt freedom for the first time in months. I hadn't even thought as I pushed myself towards the newborn. Immediately, I set about cleaning the afterbirth from him or her. I nickered reassuringly, and soon a small filly with a pelt somewhat similar to my own emerged from the mess. I sort of lay there astonished for a few moments before struggling to my feet.

The filly was black and white, yet her rump was showing the beginnings of spots. The best of both worlds My bi-colored optics gazed lovingly into her perfect dark orbs. Instinctively I urged the small creature to stand. The filly struggled to maneuver her long clumsy legs underneath her, and fell many times before succeeding. Each time she fell, I felt my heart skip a beat. Now she stood before me on trembling legs. I stepped closer, nuzzling her cheek and encouraging her to nurse. I jumped slightly as I felt warm gums clasp onto my teats and looked back curiously to see my daughters stumpy tail flicking back and fourth as she gorged. With a astonished look, I turned my crown to Sassin. With all the commotion I almost forgot she was here!

[Spuds]

Confessions of the Assassin

Dead men tell no tales

Anxiety surged through my very bones. I watched, feeling helpless. I could tell Hex was in pain, but there was really nothing I could do to help. Except worry. But that wouldn't actually help. The father should be here right now. He should be the one standing around feeling helpless, not me. Regardless, I would give her as much support as I could.

I watched with excited anticipation as Hex gave one final push, and I got a good look at the foal. Then Hex started cleaning up the mess...I was slightly repulsed. but I guess it's maternal instincts. And until I'm a mother, I am not supposed to understand. And that's fine with me. I don't plan on being a mother any time soon.

My eyes examined the foal, from a distance. I didn't want to ruin the moment by intruding. But I noticed that it was a filly. Oh thank Heavens! A filly. The world is overrun with disgraceful stallions. But a filly...how beautiful.

The filly began the slow, but natural beginnings of trying to stand. It was so interesting, to see her try and try. Never giving up in defeat. Why do horses lose that when they get older? Finally, she stood. She wasn't very sturdy, but it was definitely progress. She started to suckle, and I sighed, and smiled. Hex turned to me, her face astonished.

"She's beautiful Hex...You did a wonderful job. What are you going to name her?" I asked softly.

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[Arwen]

As the foal suckled I felt relieved. Relieved this entire mess was over. She was healthy and we were both alive. From the way my stomach muscles felt though I would be a bit tender for a few days. Then again, the mess was only partially over. Sure my pregnancy was over, but now I had to learn how to be a mother to a child I never wanted. It was wrong to bring a child into this world without the means to care for it. She deserved a father too. And I couldn't guarantee how great of a mother I would be. Try, that's all I could give her. I craned my neck around again to glance at the filly, still in disbelief she was my own. She's beautiful Hex...You did a wonderful job. What are you going to name her? A smile tugged at the corners of my muzzle as I realized I knew from the begining. "Minxy"

Minxy finished with her first meal and turned to stare inquisitively at the horses before her, milk plastered around her tiny muzzle. She didn't seem particuliarly worried, or for that matter interested in her surroundings just yet. Instead she clumsily folded up her spindly legs and made a sort of nest on the soft ground. As she lay her head down her eyelids drooped closed, her breathing steadying.


Being born must be hard work. I turned my crown back to Sassin, a concerned expression plaguing my features. I couldn't bring myself to meet her eyes as I spoke the thought that had loomed in my mind since the very begining. "What if...shes like.. him?" My voice was soft and unsteady, like I was choking on the words. Anyway, it felt good to finally tell somebody what I had been holding back for all these trying months.




OOC:Hmm...what should they do now? D: