Post by Katty on Feb 1, 2011 2:26:33 GMT -5
Jena
Jena didn’t want Sigaf, the palomino stag to know about their foal, about her foal. She shuddered at the very thought of him entering her land and abusing her. Her stomach was round with the coming foal and her teats full of milk. Jena was ready to foal, and a glorious foal it would be indeed. Jena shook her head wearily and began to walk through the green forest. The sunlight glittered across her coat and she threw up her head and whickered softly. Her hooves made no dent on the hard forest floor, and Jena tried to make a minimal amount of sound. Through the forest the grey mare walked, until she came upon a long stretch of earth that was bear with no grass. It was lucky that when she had claimed this land, she had known every crack and ditch in the earth, otherwise this place would lay forgotten. But it was the perfect place to hide something. You could be tracked here by scent, yes but only Jena knew how to get down and up out of the valley without getting hurt, or seriously injured. Her hooves stopped at the edge of this cliff top and she peered over. Feet below her there were only darkness. With no hesitation, she turned her head hoping no one was following her and stepped of the plateau. She felt a plunging sensation in her stomach and then her hooves hit ground, not a meter below where she had jumped. She stood perfectly still getting her balance on the rock face and then leapt again. It was easier once her eyes were used to the dark, she jumped two or three more times before her hooves hit flat ground. She walked along a small stretch of grass her mane lifted in the breeze, and then came to yet another cliff. But this one was different, it was a hole. A black mass of nothing, which had scared her out of her wits the first time she had been here. But Jena knew how to get up and over them, and then back again. Slipping and sliding, the pregnant horse slid faster and faster down the black slope. Her hooves met solid ground and she stumbled slightly. She lifted her head and saw a large, round cave. The sun filled in through a small gap in the ceiling, no larger than a foal. Jena peered around her nares flared, trying to sense out danger. Nothing came to her attention however and she settled upon nibbling gingerly at a patch of grass near where the sun shone down into the cave. No horse had ever discovered it, no doubt someone could track her here in an instant, but they would have a far harder time getting down the ragged cliffs, and into the large cave. Closing her eyes, Jena let her body lull into a relaxed sleep her mane lifted by a gentle breeze whispering through the land.
Jena was woken by a sharp stab of pain up her back. She cringed though instincts told her to stretch out upon the hard ground. Her head thumped against the smooth dirt and she closed her eyes as pain stung at every nerve in her body.
It was over just as soon as it had begun, in half an hour a small filly lay up against her belly. As Jena turned her head the foal raised hers and stared around. With a stab of surprise the dappled vixen found that her baby was staring up at her with big blue eyes, carved gracefully into a sweet, very light palomino face. Her short mane stuck up at odd angles around her neck but the filly was gorgeous, much the same colour as her father. Jena nickered softly her brain whirling with all the things that had possessed her, all the thoughts and memories. “You won’t know the world around you my darling,” She said in a strained whisper. “You won’t know about the herd of about this land, you will grow up here, for outside it is a dangerous place, and you will never know about your father” Jena swallowed, saying the words with a bitterness quite unlike herself. She wrapped her neck around the filly letting it drink and closed her eyes smiling slightly. “Wingala”
(OOC- So, I was thinking that nobody should follow Jena here, this is just a reply post, but that the filly should grow up and be like a ‘hidden filly’ rumours fly but nobody knows of this filly. Anyway, that’s later in the game
Jena didn’t want Sigaf, the palomino stag to know about their foal, about her foal. She shuddered at the very thought of him entering her land and abusing her. Her stomach was round with the coming foal and her teats full of milk. Jena was ready to foal, and a glorious foal it would be indeed. Jena shook her head wearily and began to walk through the green forest. The sunlight glittered across her coat and she threw up her head and whickered softly. Her hooves made no dent on the hard forest floor, and Jena tried to make a minimal amount of sound. Through the forest the grey mare walked, until she came upon a long stretch of earth that was bear with no grass. It was lucky that when she had claimed this land, she had known every crack and ditch in the earth, otherwise this place would lay forgotten. But it was the perfect place to hide something. You could be tracked here by scent, yes but only Jena knew how to get down and up out of the valley without getting hurt, or seriously injured. Her hooves stopped at the edge of this cliff top and she peered over. Feet below her there were only darkness. With no hesitation, she turned her head hoping no one was following her and stepped of the plateau. She felt a plunging sensation in her stomach and then her hooves hit ground, not a meter below where she had jumped. She stood perfectly still getting her balance on the rock face and then leapt again. It was easier once her eyes were used to the dark, she jumped two or three more times before her hooves hit flat ground. She walked along a small stretch of grass her mane lifted in the breeze, and then came to yet another cliff. But this one was different, it was a hole. A black mass of nothing, which had scared her out of her wits the first time she had been here. But Jena knew how to get up and over them, and then back again. Slipping and sliding, the pregnant horse slid faster and faster down the black slope. Her hooves met solid ground and she stumbled slightly. She lifted her head and saw a large, round cave. The sun filled in through a small gap in the ceiling, no larger than a foal. Jena peered around her nares flared, trying to sense out danger. Nothing came to her attention however and she settled upon nibbling gingerly at a patch of grass near where the sun shone down into the cave. No horse had ever discovered it, no doubt someone could track her here in an instant, but they would have a far harder time getting down the ragged cliffs, and into the large cave. Closing her eyes, Jena let her body lull into a relaxed sleep her mane lifted by a gentle breeze whispering through the land.
Jena was woken by a sharp stab of pain up her back. She cringed though instincts told her to stretch out upon the hard ground. Her head thumped against the smooth dirt and she closed her eyes as pain stung at every nerve in her body.
It was over just as soon as it had begun, in half an hour a small filly lay up against her belly. As Jena turned her head the foal raised hers and stared around. With a stab of surprise the dappled vixen found that her baby was staring up at her with big blue eyes, carved gracefully into a sweet, very light palomino face. Her short mane stuck up at odd angles around her neck but the filly was gorgeous, much the same colour as her father. Jena nickered softly her brain whirling with all the things that had possessed her, all the thoughts and memories. “You won’t know the world around you my darling,” She said in a strained whisper. “You won’t know about the herd of about this land, you will grow up here, for outside it is a dangerous place, and you will never know about your father” Jena swallowed, saying the words with a bitterness quite unlike herself. She wrapped her neck around the filly letting it drink and closed her eyes smiling slightly. “Wingala”
(OOC- So, I was thinking that nobody should follow Jena here, this is just a reply post, but that the filly should grow up and be like a ‘hidden filly’ rumours fly but nobody knows of this filly. Anyway, that’s later in the game
