Post by saetta on Feb 14, 2015 11:38:33 GMT -5
Aquilon was feeling the foals move more and more as the days passed. She knew it was close to time to give birth, she was wishing that it was not as she could easily die from this experience. The blood bay Morgan was trying to find an out of the way place so that she could get this over with. And when these monsters was out she was going to quietly just smash their skulls in and then leave the carcasses behind. That is when a kick landed on her already sore ribs and it was enough to force the Morgan mare down to the ground.
Aquilon let out a shrill whinney as she layed there for what seemed like days, but it was hours. When it was all over, the Morgan had sweat on her body and was so tired, but something told her to roll over and get to her feet. Aquilon slowly got up and spun around to see two totally different foals on the ground, one was a splitting image of the no good stag that took Aquilon right down to even being a male. The other was a black colored filly, she went from wanting to kill the pair to now cleaning them and making them get to their feet. The mare was just too tired and worn out to do anything else. Aquilon started to nudge the colt and get him to his feet, when Aquilon then started on the filly that is when she felt two sharp thrust to her stomach as thwe colt started to nurse, it was a sensation that she totally was not expecting but she needed to now get this other foal to her feet and so be able to move in a few hours. So again she tried to nudge the black filly and to get the young one to her feet so that she could then nurse, the sooner this was done the better.
Aquilon started to think of names and so looking behind seeing the colt still suckling, she then spoke.
" I'll name you Nero as I think that is fits you."
Then the mare turned back and started to work on the filly and then in a soft voice spoke to her.
" It is time to get to your feet little one and to see the world. I think Baraska is what you shall be named."
One thing was for sure is that the filly would know the meaning to stand up for ones self and not roll over for another horse no matter how big they might be. Finally Nero stopped eating and then started to get the feel of his legs as he circled his dam and sister. He hated that his mother was spending too much time on the filly and not him. But right now he wanted to see what there was to see around here.