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[Ventriloquist]

~Cora~

Barreling down the side of the hill, the round mare practically flew toward the trickling stream. Her bleached forelock spilled like a veil over her poll, pouring into her dark eyes. Snorting and panting, the heavy creature looked around, ears pricked high on her head.

The Miniature Horse went by the name of Cora. A lovely mare, normally a slim and pretty little thing. Not at the moment, though.

The silver bay's long neck was soaked with foam, gleaming fiercely in the sun's rays. Long (proportionally, anyway) legs trembled as Cora nearly bounced from hoof to hoof. A tail snapped like a whip lash behind the sweaty horse.

Oh, and her barrel was completely swollen with foal.

Cora was near her due date; Anytime now her first progeny would be on the ground, kicking and bucking just like it's mama. Unfortunately, no sire was to be seen.

Darren, the suave and older handsome stallion who had swept Cora away had passed. He had gone in his when she was just barely six months along, leaving his fiery mare alone.

After mourning beside the stallion's cold body for days, Cora had left begrudgingly. She had needed food, to feed herself and her unborn baby. The white-maned mare had eaten all there was to offer in the valley the tiny herd had stayed in. So Cora had gone.

She had been traveling for months. About five months, to be exact. Now with her swollen belly, the Miniature knew she needed a herd to raise her foal in. Hopefully one with a stallion that would not hurt her child.

Sticking her head in the creek, Cora drank deeply. This was the Claiming Lands. She could stay here for a while to wait.

[Katty]

Jena

Dappled fae watched from the trees as the silver bay mare flew towards the stream, down the hill. Her long banner whipped out behind her lashing at her neck and face. The mare stopped at the stream her hooves digging in the wet mud as she slid a little. She was very heavy with a coming foal and she was obviously rather distressed. After looking around for awhile the sweaty mare pulled herself together and lowered her pretty crania to the stream to drink deeply. Jena walked slowly at of the trees nickering a warm welcome to the mare. She stretched out her quivering nares to the young fae and then snorted softly, smiling. She had been heavy with a foal to. Though she had kept the birth a secret, it was plain from the look of her body that she had had a foal recently but Wingala was not in site. The beautiful filly was in the safe cave in Jena's land, where no harm would come to her. Yet Jena knew that the foal would need to drink soon or it might die of hunger and thirst. "Good day" Jena said softly. She smiled reasuringly. 'I am Jena, I live in Green Forest... who are you?"

[SpotLover]

Foxx galloped into the Claiming Forest, while Oakie Dos was gone breeding mares, she was to find more members for her herd. Luckily, she spotted two mares, one just approaching the other. She hoped that the silver dapple mare was not to be in hopes of claiming the little mare.

She trotted up to the two, a warm smile upon her teacup muzzle. "Hello ladies, I am Foxx, lead of Ferhus, Golden Field. I am here to claim members for my steadily growing herd, I have a lead stallion, and a guaranteed foal next spring by a different lead mare who made an alliance." She tried to be straight-forward with the mares, as not to waste any time. She was a lead mare, and could not afford to waste or lose any time with nobody in her terra currently, her lead stallion Oakie Dos was out breeding Freckles' mares.

[SpotLover]

BUMP!