A mistake foal..but still loved (JackxDreams)

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Sire
Name: Captian Jack Sparrow
Age: 4
Breed: Mustang
Linage: TurnerXSwan
Physical Description: Taken from the joining post of CJS:
A muscular bay frame with a dotting of white spots upon his rump. He has dark eyes, and a handsom mane overally Captian Jack is rather attractive. He is not the tallest horse, nor is he the smallest.. part of the reason why they think he is a full blooded mustange, aka mutt.
Personality: A Piarte

Dam

Name: Broken Dreams
Age: 6
Breed: unknown, but she knows she has a little arabain
Lineage: (parents) unknown
Height: 14.9
Sex: mare
Physical Characteristics: She is dappled grey. A white pelt, but stained with the past, but her stains are in the form of grey spots. She is what some called naturally beautiful, she doesn't do anything but take a bath every once in a while. Her threads old the silky ivory color, a beautiful white. Her eyes are those of the sea. They are almost blue, and almost green.
Personality: (One word) Loyal

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How could this have happened? She had been forcebred by the sea. She didn't mean for it to happen, and she didn't know what to do with herself. The Queen of the Shores she was no more. She was nothing now, but a disgraceful mare with a big belly. She had no point in going back home, she had not been loyal to her one true love, even if it was on accident, and she truelly never meant for it to happen, and it hurt because she was sad and in pain, she was a beauty of a mare. Though she felt so dirty right now, she felt like nothing was going right. She looked around and smiled, not a hahahaha smile, but a nervous smile. She didn't want to see Jack, and she wasn't going to give up the foal, she wasn't just going to let another slip away from her as Sienna did. She sighed and looked at the field that looked familiar, she had heard that her lead maiden had given birth, and she was happy about that, but Magic probably hated her right now. She looked at the tree that she had given birth to Sienna Glory, and sighed, walking away from it, and going into a little area, where she was hidden, not wanting to see Jack, and not wanting to be without her love, but Storm had to have heard and probably hated her now, and that made her want to cry, if only horses cry.
She looked at the tree once more, seeing stallions around her, but luckily none looked like jack, there was one that looked like Storm, but she saw what they were standing over, either mares or the fruit of thier loins. She smiled and looked around, and finally knew that it was time. She was late though, like a week late, and hoped that the foal, or foal(s) were ok. She didn't know what she was going to give birth to, and she started to think of names..filly-hmm, Oceana, Sea, Carribean and Everlasting Love. She sighed and then thought of colts-hmm, she couldn't use Storm Jr, or anything. She wondered, and thought and then thought; the Black Pearl, or Night Hawk. She looked around and decided now would be a good time to give birth. She laid down and looked around, smiling as she did. She was happy to have another foal in her life. She loved everything about motherhood, and she never really got to raise her foal. She looked around and then decided to push out the filly or colt.
The pain was like doing the splits on a stick of dynamite, and being ripped limb from limb. She looked around and sighed, still pushing, but not making a sound, knowing that she was going to attract jack, or her love. Her heart was still with Storm, but she knew that his heart was gone from her. Something in her gut told her that she wasn't to be Queen, which didn't matter to her, or that she was going to be lonely..again. The jinx was back. She looked around and sighed, feeling the pain again, but knowing that it was going to come, but she didn't, she didn't want anyone to come to her, maybe Curse. She had heard he was back, and she wanted to be with someone that didn't know what happened, so she didn't have to explain it again, but that was not going to happen. She sighed and looked around, seeing a stallion that was staring at her, she pinned her auds and went back to pushing, feeling the foal slowly, but surely slide out of her, past the hard part and onto the part where one or two good pushes would produce the foal to come out and be reunited with the world. She sighed as she finally pushed the foal right out and smiled as she looked around. Watching the foal look around, she didn't what it was, but for now, she just stood over it and protected it. Though, she hated how it became hers, she loved the foal with all her heart, for it was part of her for as long as she could remeber. Sighing a sigh of relief and looked at it, as it tried to stand, she got a glimpse of it's sex, it was a........

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[Hazel]

[ Can I do the foalie? I want to curse it, xD, not realy, I luff you! ]

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^{-Sure...you can post the stats..curse it? Why m'love. lol..luff you too Hazel..lol-}

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<sup>Name: Not Yet Decided
Age: Newborn
Breed: Mustang x Arabian x Something else, lol
Linage: Sparrow x Dream
Physical Description: He is a tall foal and will grow to be 15.3 hh. He is a light bay horse with no particular markings.
Personality: She will grow to be sly and secrative when she is older and will enjoy fighting and such, but wont enjoy the company of any other than her close friends. Infact, a strange will he kicked several times if they arnt lucky. She wont become a pirate though. Infact, this foal shall hate the sea, lol, and so living at the shores will make her skittish and shy towards her elders when near the oceon. Anywhere else shes fine. As a foal she will be playful but a bit too fierce, and is submittive to her jealous step father, Storm

Muahaaaa!</sup>.

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^{-LOL! Works for me, I was praying for a filly though..lol.-}

[Hazel]

Oh, then you shall have one! *changes*

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^{-THANKS!!!!!!!!!!!!! *hugs and claps..*-}

[Hazel]

Done, read new description. Hoipe its okay, a fighter gal.

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^{-LOL! I love it!!!!!! Storm is jealous..lol}

[Hazel]

Of corse he is. Need any help for names? ^___^ Maybe she can meet Djaka. He shall be son of Rain and Seydi the gay dude. Dont ask, Kinneh abuses her characters doesnt she? Hes terrified of breeding femmes, but he had to anyway cause Rains desperate. xP

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^{-I think I got a name; Oceana...ironic. Maybe they should meet, that would be fun. Storm knows right? Or maybe he can come, for I think Curse is gone...-}

[Hazel]

Curse is gone, yes. And sure, im bored. He shall be looking for his gay playmate and Rain.

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<sup>Storm watched from above, head held high over the terrain, pillars balancing upon a high ridge surrounding part of the lush fields. He glared at the little bay creature, its cute form causing a blazing anger to rip through his chest. Seydi was right, mares were nothing but trouble. Stomping a dainty hoof angrily, the ebon stag dared himself to move downwind towards the new mother and her unwanted child. Of corse, he doubted it was unwanted. He probably didnt even fight to get the forcebreeder of, if she had been forced afterall, which the brute seriously doubted. Steam eitted flared nasels as Storm snorted, his muscles rippling as he leap in a single bound from his perch and onto the geo. He looked like a magnificent raven, a huge scavenger ready to strike the pathetic newborn dead with a single blow. Yet he couldnt. Like the raven, he was too weak, not in strength but in heart. As angry as he was, he couldnt hurt Dream, and killing her foal would do just that. He walked steadily towards her, heart thumping against his rib cage, terrified that she would expect him to help raise it, for he wouldnt. He was helping Rain with hers, as Seydi was pure bred and gay, his blood lines spoiled for the shire bulk and her babe. He wasnt ready to be a father, so Storm had to assist instead.

"Whats it called."

He said, not even asking her, rather just saying it to seem interested, but not realy paying attention. The creature was ugly, not nearly as beautiful as his darling Sienna. He gave a deep throated whinny, not of greeting or love, but of resentment. He turned his head away, unable to meet Dreams gaze. She had been unfaithful, how could he ever forgive her now?</sup>

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_{A filly! It was a filly, a beautiful filly. She again thought of names; Oceana, Iris, Wildfire, Wild Flower. She didn't know what she wanted to call the beautiful filly. She nuzzled her and smiled. She looked back at the tree and thought of Storm and Sienna. Deep in her heart, she knew that Storm still loved her, and she knew that Sienna was still alive. She felt it in her heart, and she felt eyes just wanted to cry, but she couldn't. She looked at the filly and smiled. She didn't know what to call her, but she decided to call her; Oceana. She nuzzled the filly and stood up, standing over her precious new born like a hawk. She looked at her daughter, her second daughter and sighed, she thought about how she got it. She fought as much as she could, but couldn't win, Jack was to strong. She then heard a voice and swung around, seeing her knight in shining armor; Flamed Storm. She heard her heart beat against her chest, ringing through her auditves. She looked at him and smiled..but the smile dissapeared when she watched him turn his head. She sighed, and opened her maw and said}

Her name is Oceana.........

She then went over to her filly and tried to help her stand up. She looked at her and sighed, as she got up and nursed and then looked at Storm, not knowing what to do or say. She was scared that he would kill Oceana. Though the blood running through her viens wasn't of Storm's, hers was. She loved Oceana so much, as much as she loved Sienna and Storm. When Oceana stopped nursing, she didn't look at Storm, for it hurt to much to know that he hated her. She wasn't unfaithful, she fought; bucking and rearing, Jack was just to strong.

You don't understand do you? This wasn't planned, I love you Storm, I have always been loyal to you. I went to the ocean to think, for I needed water, and both the island and your home was flooded. Jack came out of the sea and seemed nice, he told me his name, and then he forced me. He was to strong, I fought so hard...so hard to not let it happen. Why are you here though? I know you didn't come for me, for you probably hate me...

She really meant everything. Her scars upon her back proved that she was forced. She never wanted to hurt her love, she never wanted to have another's foal. She looked at Storm, and kept Oceana away from him. She was so scared that he would hurt her. She wasn't ugly. She was beautiful, even if she came from another, she was still Dream's..and she Dream wasn't going to disown her like her mother did to her...she was going to love the filly with all her heart and never let it go..

As she fell to the ground with a thump, her first instict was to get out of the sac. She moved out of it, and then looked at her mother was a little smile on her face. She was a normal filly. Beautiful, fuzzy, cute. She looked at her mother and smiled, getting up, and trying to stand on her wobbly legs, falling again and again, she felt her mother's ivories upon her little threads in the back, and was lifted up, she soon wobbled a little, and then walked over to her mother and nursed, staying near her mother, but when she saw the stallion, the first thing that came to her was that that was her father. Though, he didn't seem to want anything to do with her, soo, she laid down near her mother, and fell asleep.....still listening to her mom and "dad" fight. She thought Storm was her dad..but soon will learn the truth.ekkk

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[Hazel]

[ I read the post actualy, it says 'She waited till he was done' Doesnt realy sound like trying to get away. ]

Storm snorted, letting the whisps of air brush gently against his pillars. He stared fondly at his mate, his queen, the one her loved. Loved...Did he still love her? Broken Dreams, good name, for she had broken his dreams of ever getting a son. For a moment the winds became sharper and his wavering mane was sent masking his eyes, blinding him for an instant from the babe of his dearest Dream. He, Storm, king of the shores, was loved by Seydi, the young lone stallion. And Storm had though, when upon the cliffs whith his dearest friend, that he loved Seydi too, yet was not gay. He couldnt be gay, never. Storm shook his head angrily, ridding himself of the ebon tassles that sailed so relentlessly before his optics. His features were neutral, near sightless and blurred. The question still remained, did he love Dream? He was not sure, he was so confused by the prospect at being bi-sexual, for that was what the cross breed was. He snorted blissfully. To be bi did not mean you hated females. yes, he loved her, with all his heart. He changed momentraily, taking a step forwards, his eyes mery and maw smiling, ready to accept the filly, yet another flash appeared and he stopped, returning to his statue like state. It was not his blood. His father may have accepted Ambers filly when she had been bred by Bayard, the fool, but it didnt mean that Storm was so kind. He glanced at the creature angrily, stomping a hoof as he did so. He might have loved Dream, but he certianly didnt love the whelp.

He wished to know the truth, for truth was one of those many mixed up things that may or may not have been true, but could simply have been a lie. But was truth not just a word for that which is not a lie? A meaning for which that exists beyond lies? Even in stories great truths lie concealed, unconsious truths, if only Storm could interpret them, understand why such a thing had happened and why to him instead of any other. He whinnied to her, calling for her, yet he didnt wish to be around her. He was stuck in a vortex, confused emotions swirling and dancing around his soul, stabbing the truth into the darkest corners of his mind, hdidding the fact and covering it with mere fiction; lies. He snorted angrily feeling trapped within hios own body, feeling the need to tug from his body and mind to escape into a far off reality, to die, to seep into heaven with hios father, mother and Feather and the many other equines that had died before thier time had come. And Sienna, for he belived her dead. Hope was gone from his mind. It seemed his very life was in shattered peices, no longer able to fix themselves and start anew. he was gone, his eyes closed as he felt himself falling.

As the stag seemed to ebb away into unconsiousness, his body fell to the earth with a thump, finaly the gaia working its way up his barrel, feeding on grief and resentment. Storms eyes were closed, he appeared dead if it was not for his chest raising and falling blissfully. He was sweating, a white froth fell from his chest onto the lush grasses. He breathed deeply, unaware of the foal besides the grey mare, or the ravens flocking to await a wolf, wishing to feed upon his remains. The voice of Dream entered his mind, explaining why and how she got raped by Sparrow, the pirate, and the dubbence of her new babe, but he took little of it in. Like Spirit, he was glad to give up. Spirits destiny had been fufilled and he had died with peace, Storm had simply given up to a lifelong illness that had, until now, been battled against. Finaly the gaia had won the tired stag over. But as Storm was young and soon his bodies complex system had beaten down the infection, and Storm eyes rolled open once more. He was quite surprised to see the ground so slanted and upclose. He stumbled to his pillars, muttering under his breath and backing away from Dream. He screamed out, his back left leg was torn up, but sharks as he rescued a mare upon his beach. The deep waters were definatly a curse. He didnt want to show the wound to Dream, a fussy mare was bad enough but he feared she would laugh at him.

"Why? To see you Dream. I would never hate you, I loved you Dream, bitter hate can never come of pure love, im just, angry...And sorry."

He lowered his head, as if sad, but grinned secretly, hiding it from his mate. He lifted his crest back up.

"A mare, named Rain, is pregnant with my babe."

It was complete falsehood but he wanted Dream to feel his pain, how life felt like dying a million times over, like being shreded by a thousand wolves, consumed, dead, but feeling every bite as if you were a living soul but unable to resist it. He glared at her and shuddered sadly, sad because of the lie, but it seemed as if he was sorry for mating another. But if Dream thought carefully, the huge shire was far to big for him to ever mount, and his ruined back leg made it impossible to rear. he snorted and began to back away, careful to hide his tattered leg, the bone visable under the eaten flesh. He winced with every backlwards step and stumbled frequently. Seydi, his gay lover, was the true father, only blessing Rain with his kin after learning that she loved him. Rain had finaly been given something to love truly, after ten years of resentment and death.