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Post by Delilah on Nov 27, 2006 20:41:37 GMT -5
Ginger vix stummbled into the canyon. The contractions tearing through her bodice. The forced foal was on its way. She didn't make it far into the terra before her pillars brought her to the ground. She began to push, sweat began to trickle down her barrle, her breathing became heavey. She pushed and pushed, trying to releave her body of this pain. She gave a final push, ivories clenched shutters held tight. The pain left her in own sweep, and she dropped her dial to the ground, her breathing laborded. She waited a second before she looked upon the foal that was forced upon her
name: Delilah gender:mare breed:arabian color:ginger age:5 mate:Spirit (not his foal) twin: [yes/no] No other foal(s):no
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Post by B.oya on Nov 27, 2006 20:42:28 GMT -5
[[ i would bring someone. SOMEONE, but i dont know who lol ]]
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Post by U.nsung H.ero™ on Nov 27, 2006 20:46:42 GMT -5
since i have no part in the birth,here are the foal stats:
Gender: filly hue: sunkissed breed: arab deformed: no sick: a little sick from lack of oxygen twin: no died: no
Spirit stumbled into the birthing lands,for he sensed something was wrong with Delilah.Orbs caught a glimpse of a ginger vixen a little ways off.Flints quickly carried the ebonite carcass over to Delilah and her new foal.Hello M'Love.How's the foal?Spirit asked,a tone of relief in his vocals.
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Post by Delilah on Nov 27, 2006 20:54:47 GMT -5
Delilah turned her boa around and licked the foal clean. She was having trouble breathing, Delilah knew that, that could be a problem in the long run, but hoepfully it would clear up. She looked at her buckskin daughter. Harks melted to her crainia, when the voice of Spirit reached her. She swung her dial around and looked at the brute who didn't know what she had gone through, what had happened to her, and he just came waltzing back like nothing had happened. She stood up, and let her filly suckle, depthless orbs regarded Spirit abit coldly. kissers parted and her once sweet melody floated out. oh! your talking to me? well its good to know that my disappearance hasn't phased you in anyway
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Post by U.nsung H.ero™ on Nov 28, 2006 7:55:33 GMT -5
Spirit lowed his dial to the terra.I am sorry,M'Love.I have missed you greatly,worried about you,and I even thought you were dead.I love you Delilah.I always have,and I always will.If you would please tell me of your troubles,then I too might understand your pain.lyrics directed towards Delilah.How's your daughter?And I am truly sorry if you are mad at me.Spirit asked,tears starting to slide under his closed orbs.Spirit was very sorry that he didn't embrace Delilah more when he saw her giving birth.He loved Delilah,and desperately hoped that she knew that.
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Post by collisian on Nov 28, 2006 10:13:22 GMT -5
how can you give the foal's stats unsung if the father's stats aren't there? and delilah when it says mate it means who you mated with or were forced by. i believe it was misfortune who is rped by rainbow. why don't you get stats from her. then a mod can give you the foals stats.
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Post by lazy unsung on Nov 28, 2006 16:27:40 GMT -5
sorry collisian.i'll wait for rainbow to post the stats.
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Post by D.ynamic on Nov 28, 2006 17:40:39 GMT -5
huh? rainbow? what? misfortune did what? I didnt do anything with him
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Post by Delilah on Nov 28, 2006 18:17:29 GMT -5
sorry collisian! i forgot, i thought it meant that but had a blond moment and put Spirit. And Rainbow Misfortune forced Delilah when Tears still played him. OK so scratch all the above posts except for the very first one, all we need are Misfortunes stats
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Post by D.ynamic on Nov 28, 2006 19:02:17 GMT -5
umm...ok
name: Misfortune gender:stallion breed:Andy x arabian color: Grey age:6 mate:I guess he forced Delilah twin: [yes/no] No other foal(s):no
And can you tell me how this happened? Just so I can rp it better
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Post by U.nsung H.ero™ on Nov 28, 2006 19:05:25 GMT -5
here are the new foal stats:
Gender: filly breed: andy x arab.(mostly arab) hue: buckskin deformed: no sick: yes.(a bit sick from lack of oxygen) twin: no siblings?: no
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Post by Delilah on Nov 28, 2006 19:47:30 GMT -5
{ok so i guess we can still use the posts above............oh ummmmmmm if you wanna read the story Rainbow its all in The Dark is Rising thread, thats where it happened}
She didn't move, she did listen to his words though her heart was alittle unsure of itself now. She looked down to her daughter who was now standing by her side, her breathing alittle weazy but she may grow out of it. shes fine except for the fact that she has alittle trouble breathing, but she may just grow out of that. She gave her an effectionate nuzzel, the filly gave a gleeful squeal. A smile fell upon Delilah's ginger features. Odalisque she said, it fit the filly, and she seemed to take to it. Delilah didn't have any plans to introduce Odalisque to her birth father, no it just wasn't something that she thought was a good idea. Depthless orbs turned back to Spirit. what has brought you here?
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Post by D.ynamic on Nov 28, 2006 20:33:55 GMT -5
Misfortune
Misfourtine stalks inot the weary lands. Flints pounded the sod one at a time. Occulis searched the lands for the damsel. Spotting the ginger banshee he had once forced, A toss of the crania was emitted. Nares flared as he caught the scent of a foreigner, a heir, his heir. Pillars carried him closer as his pelt shone of a light shadowed color. Hide moved with his musculis as he strides nearer Ivories clenched. Audits laced as he heard the squeal of a happy flicka.
[icky]
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Post by Delilah on Nov 28, 2006 20:45:05 GMT -5
Nares filled with the scent of a brute, the brute that forced her. Harks melted to her crown, she pushed Obalisque closer to Spirit. She turned around to face him, her face emotionless, her orbs cold. what do you want? she hissed through clenched ivories. She wanted him to leave, he would not touch Obalisque, she would make sure of that. The Buckskin filly moved to the side of Spirit, staying close to him, her mother didn't want her hurt.
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Post by D.ynamic on Nov 28, 2006 20:50:58 GMT -5
Misfortune
A smirk fell accross his maw as he watched the banshee approach him. He chuckled at the faens words. She was foolish not to know why he was here. Lightly shadowed pelt shone in the light, baring his battle scars. Why Am I here? He inquired. I am here only to see the heir I created. Seems to be a dud, eh? he asked, in a loathing tone
[arg...musie ran to party in mexico...sow]
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