Post by yaruka on Sept 7, 2008 23:43:40 GMT
Wyuna struggled up yet another mound of rocks, her flanks glistening with sweat from the effort. Her breathing was starting to get ragged and her stomach churned in complaint as yet another contraction racked her sides. It was stupid to come up here, she knew that, but she couldn't shake the determination to get as far away as possible from any other horses, especially the company of her "herd". Her time was coming to give birth,and though Wyuna would never admit, she was scared. Finally she reached a rocky overhang with a sandy surface beneath it and she decided she had gone far enough. She crept under the sheet of rock, and almost immediately lay down,sides heaving. With a groan she flopped onto her side, shuddering with the pain and anxiety of giving birth to her first foal.
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It was over. Bone tired but relieved, Wyuna finally pulled herself up to a half-raised position and looked over her shoulder to see her foal. What she saw greatly shocked and disgusted her. A palomino?! You have got to be kidding! she thought to herself. Huffing, she struggled to her feet, breaking the umbilical cord, then walked over to the little bundle lying almost camouflaged in the sand. Well, she was breathing, that was good. Wyuna didn't really know what else to do. She nosed it roughly, trying to get it to stand but the newborn wasn't ready for that just yet. Instead, it gave a pitiful squeak and flopped back down on its side. Sighing in impatience, Wyuna glanced around to make sure that the two of them were alone, then looked back at the foal in disappointment-how could a foal of hers be so weak? It probably had something to do with her golden colouring thought Wyuna resentfully. More from instinct than anything else, Wyuna set to licking the foal, dragging her pink tongue briskly through the pale palomino coat. Finally, the foal struggled to its feet and, trembling, made her way over to Wyuna for milk. A few minutes later, Wyuna was getting impatient with standing still, and deciding that the filly had surely had enough, she walked off, leaving the poor foal to stumble after her, whiskers still beaded with milk. Her feeding have been cut short abruptly, the little foal cried plaintively. This finally caught Wyuna's attention and she looked over her shoulder in some concern. Well, at least she was a filly not a colt. And she was kind of cute, a part from the stupid, impractical colour. She walked over to her daughter and nudged her, perhaps a little more rougly than was required, to encourage her to walk. The filly tottered forwards and Wyuna took the lead, making her way back to the herd.
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It was over. Bone tired but relieved, Wyuna finally pulled herself up to a half-raised position and looked over her shoulder to see her foal. What she saw greatly shocked and disgusted her. A palomino?! You have got to be kidding! she thought to herself. Huffing, she struggled to her feet, breaking the umbilical cord, then walked over to the little bundle lying almost camouflaged in the sand. Well, she was breathing, that was good. Wyuna didn't really know what else to do. She nosed it roughly, trying to get it to stand but the newborn wasn't ready for that just yet. Instead, it gave a pitiful squeak and flopped back down on its side. Sighing in impatience, Wyuna glanced around to make sure that the two of them were alone, then looked back at the foal in disappointment-how could a foal of hers be so weak? It probably had something to do with her golden colouring thought Wyuna resentfully. More from instinct than anything else, Wyuna set to licking the foal, dragging her pink tongue briskly through the pale palomino coat. Finally, the foal struggled to its feet and, trembling, made her way over to Wyuna for milk. A few minutes later, Wyuna was getting impatient with standing still, and deciding that the filly had surely had enough, she walked off, leaving the poor foal to stumble after her, whiskers still beaded with milk. Her feeding have been cut short abruptly, the little foal cried plaintively. This finally caught Wyuna's attention and she looked over her shoulder in some concern. Well, at least she was a filly not a colt. And she was kind of cute, a part from the stupid, impractical colour. She walked over to her daughter and nudged her, perhaps a little more rougly than was required, to encourage her to walk. The filly tottered forwards and Wyuna took the lead, making her way back to the herd.