./raindrops on roses

[Meg]

.+.Name: Black Rose
Age: 8
Breed: Shire
Height: 18 hh to the point
Sex: Femme
Physical Characteristics: She has a rich red Roan color, deep red with white hairs spread through out her bodice, her rump is snowy white. No markings on her face. Deep brown orbs with a ring of white when she is angered..+.
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Stop stalling, make a name for yourself.
Boy you better put that pen to paper and charm your way out.
If you talk you better walk you better back your shit up.
With more than good hooks while you're all under the gun.

She breathed heavily, every breath a strain upon her huge bodice. She panted as she lumbered to the Foaling grounds, her huge sides bulging out. She was so tired, and her long walk to the Foaling grounds weren’t helping. This babe was large, bigger then when she was burdened with Cheap Diamonds. But this babe was blessed with the mainly breeding of Shire. This babe was meant to be big, and beautiful for it was hers and Soul’s.

She felt she would fall over in sheer exhaustion, as she heaved herself to a comfortable spot at the grounds. She circled around and around, flattening down the tall grass, and with a moan, she sank to the ground. Her firmly pinned auds were all that you could see over the tall grass. She panted, her neck stretched out and her skull resting on the ground. She had gone through this once, she will go through it again.

Suddenly she felt the convulsions coming on, she suddenly needed Soul. She had birthed the first time all alone, and she had been so afraid, now she needed his guidance, though she knew that he wouldn’t want to be there. With high pitched, nervous whinnies she called for him over the tall grasses. Three calls, then she fell silent, and she felt another come on. Going with her instinct, she pushed. Panting after it was over, she waited for the next one to come.

She called again. Her whinnies weren’t soft, gentle whinnies. They were high pitched and rang out fearfully over the lands.

With a groan, she rose once more and circled around and around nervously. A sweat had broke out over her red roan hide, making her look very dark. She was so uncomfortable. Laying down once more, she looked around with wide fearful eyes. Another high pitched whinny left her flutes.

There are no raindrops on roses and girls in white dresses.
It's sleeping with roaches and taking best guesses.
At the shade of the sheets and before all the stains.
And a few more of your least favorite things.

[cherry]

Name: n/a
Gender: Filly
Age: Newborn
Breed: Shire
Height: 17h
Physical Characteristics: A beautiful, flawless white. She should've been born an arabian with her beauty. She has soft, creamy brown eyes, and a very dainty figure.
Personality: She's almost going to be a shame to her parents, she's going to be the peace keeper of the family, and the quiet, shy one who never wants to get a word in. She's very private, and likes to be alone.


Name: n/a
Gender: Filly
Age: Newborn
Breed: Shire
Height: 18h
Physical Characteristics: More like her father, with a gaint, powerful figure fit for fighting. Mainly white, with odd ebon splotches across her. She's very much the taller one, and the more frightening one.
Personality: The fiesty mare is easily put in her place, and respects authroity when it comes, but she's the hot tempered twin who will make sure her sister feels like dirt under her hoof.

[Hazel]

<sup>Name: Soul
Age: 7
Breed: Shire x Thoroughbred
Height: 18.1
Sex: Stallion
Physical Characteristics: Soul is a patchwork of black and white and nothing more, he is muscular and large, with great plumes of white fur about his hooves.

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As the great mutt grazed, he thought soundly upon that of his mate, Black Rose. He had woed, he had bred, he was a soon to be father. He was proud, more proud of himself than ever before, maybe even for the first time without the reason being of cruelty like he had once enjoyed those few years ago. In the past three years, Soul had changed alot, more than any could think belivable. He had been once a blood thirsty killer, a brute, yet the outlaw band wanst for him. He had found something better than the sweet taste of blood, he had found love.

As he pondered, the most unusual feeling set about his chest, his ebon face lifted and eyes gazed across the lands. Something was happening, he could feel the chill running through his bones. Twin peaks rose worridly as he heard an equine scream, but it was not any old horse, it was his dearest Rose. He reared and neighed out to her, turning and galloping towards the foaling fieidls. If she was not there, the only other thing would be for her being tortures somehow, somewhere, he hoped not. He would rather die himself then let his love writhe in agony for anything other than the birthing of a child.

He came upon the lush green fields quickly, his soaring gallop sending a shudder downb the hills, he saw her bulging bodice laying in a circle of trampled grass, he headed towards her red roan pelt and nickered anxiously. He had in pain, he could see it, but contractions were natural. He leant down and nuzzled her cheek fondly.

I am here m'love."</sup>

[Kindred Blue]

ooc: Homg D: I want to steal the black 'n' white one. If you need anyone to play her let me know XD

[Hazel]

White one mine -huggles and hits kinneh with her walking stick-

[Kindred Blue]

ooc: -many tears and headaches-

[Meg]

[Damn, I wanted to play the white one.. Okay, I will play the black and white one, but I don't know if I will be able to play her right. Wait, Kinneh...If you promise to rp her alot and keep her active, I will give her to you. I have a ton of charries anyway.]
Her screaming cries were finally heard, and answered by her patched brute of love. Upon hearing his answering cry, she knew she was safe. She calmed slightly at the sound of his galloping hooves upon the turf and his sweet touch of her cheek. She nickered her answer to his hushed words, before another high pitched nicker released quietly from her flutes. Another contraction.

She pushed and strained, her fount talons gripping the turf as she pushed out the burden of her love. Finally, a black and white pelted beauty lay upon the grasses. She reached back instictivly and began to groom the child. Her rough tongue swiping away the mess of birth and massaging breath into the little one. The child that looked as her father, gave a bleak cry, and struggled to stand, fallin, but she quickly rose up.

Before Rose could stand herself and gaze down lovingly at her and Soul's daughter, she felt more contractions rippling through her. She gave a worried little cry and looked up at Soul. Her orbs shown fear, she had never heard of two babes being born and both living, except for the babes of the mare called Meg. But she had died shortly after.

Rose groaned, but she birthed a second one. A pure white girl. Smaller then the first, but just a cute. Rose repeated the process of licking her, and the white child stood on wavering hooves. She looked at her sister and gave a soft, shy nicker. Rose felt a twange in her heart strings as she stood beside Soul. They were so cute and they were the form of Soul's and her's love. She laughed gently as both plundged their snouts into her bag and began to drink thirstily.

She looked at Soul with bright loving orbs.

"Well. What shall we name them, m' love?"

[cherry]

[ooc] the white one's the seksier one. she has to meet akkan some time. ; D [/ooc]

[Hazel]

<sup>[ Lol Pink, and Kinnehs gonna go nuts when she reads that Meg ]

Soul watched his mate writhe in agnoy, the contractions sharp under her uterus. He winced, but never turned away from her, she was strong, she could handle it. He tilted his crest slightly as she gave the final heave and a beautiful filly emerged, with markings just like his own. He smiled, giving her room to stand, but his mate never rose. She cleaned her new born child then began to pant once more, he lowered his head, startled. He wished her could take some of the pain from her, but his job was done, so small yet only the mare was left with the hard work. All Soul now had to do was to protect them. He watched wide eyed as a pure white creature slipped from her mothers bosson, another filly, and a beautiful one at that. He whinnied for joy. After so many years of lonliness, he finaly had what he had secretly wanted. A mate and not one, but two gorgeous foals!

He watched her clean them and began to think back upon those he knew, the dead, to gone, yet thier names inspired him greatly at the best of times. He thought of his mother, Bryony, the one who had undergowed Denizens 'love', who had refused him, who had been forced with the dark lords child. Soul shuddered. he had been unwatced, yet she had protected him from Sylver. He was lucky to even be alive and he knew it. He looked down upon the white beauty and smiled, the two fillies were now standing and suckling happily. He nuzzled Rose and turned upon the two.

"I have only one idea, Bryony, after my dear mother."</sup>

[Kindred Blue]

ooc: -deep breath-

HOMGEE. I'd freaking love you if you'd let me play her, Meg <3 I would totally keep her active, and play her to the best of my abilities, and I'll even try not to corrupt her like I did with Tequila c:

[Meg]

She chuckled softly as they both had their full and pulled away from her bag with milk bubbles. The little white flicka nickered softly to her sister, who in return glared at her sister and ran under her father's legs. Rose frowned at the way the first born had treated the white flicka, but ignored it for now, turning to Soul, she smiled warmly.

Her auds pricked to catch the sound of his auds. Bryony.. That was a good name. It shall be given to the flicka that looked so much like her father. Touching the patched femme that hide under Soul's chest, she whispered softly in her aud.

"You shall be named Bryony. After your Grandmother. Hold your blessing with pride, my angel."

She nuzzled her daughter softly, and turned to the pure white angel that was wandering away. She looked like a shy, quiet mare. Rose thought back into her memory of a pure white mare that had helped her as a child. She had been quiet, never talked to Rose until her death, where she spoke her name. Rose smiled, a prefect name for her daughter!

Turning to Soul, she spoke softly.

"And the other shall be graced with the soft blessing of Unna. After my nurse as a child."

Turning to Unna, she coaxed her daughter back to her side. She wanted her babes near. Nuzzling their tiny, whiskery mugs, she looked up at their proud daddy.

"Soul. Now should we find a home, or go to the Shores as you have wanted?"

All she wanted was what was in all of their best interest.
[./hecka no muse.. It's all going into Colburn and Thebis today.. Yeah, Kinneh, try not to corrupt this foal too. Either well she kinda already is.Xxx]

[Hazel]

<sup>[ Ah poo, I wanted the name Bryony, never mind, Unna's the whites name then ^^ Suits better I suppose. ]

He nodded, the names were perfect. Soul nickered gently towards the babes, thier beauty was of Roses, not his. His face was roman nosed and bold, not gentle and distinct. He leaned down over them, he nuzzled Bryony gently. She looked nothign like his mother, of corse, as she had been a vivid bay colouring, but he hoped she would turn out with her persona, a kindly mare was Bryony, sweet tempered and loving, the only thing that kept the unwanted colt alive. Soul shuddered, she could have let him die, but she had saved him. And he was thankful, but he doubted that she was even alive.

He nodded, now turning to face the beauty dressed all in white. The pure vix would hopefully become pure of mind also, her figure was thin and gorgeous, and he wansnt just thinking that beacuse he was her father. All foals were beautful to thier parents, but this was a true angel. He lifted his crest and touched Roses maw gently.

"I am not sure, But I suppose a visit would not be too bad, judging that Storm doesnt hold a grudge again me."

He sighed and lifted his crest. He wandered, what iof a colt had been born. He would never have asked to name the babe Sylver, even now he hated the beast - not for what he did to Denizen, but of the trouble he cuased for Spirit and Tequilla. Tequilla, that was it! Poor Tequilla died beacuse of his own hatred, denizen led him into a trap. If a coklt had been born, surly he would have been named after the poor stag. Soul missed his nephew dearly, but evil had corrupted him into madness, the beast within him, Omen. Omen had caused trouble, not the poor chestnut colt that had been born into happier circumstances.....

Soul was still not sure wether to visit or not, but his heart willed him to go, and that hopefully an answer would be found. He looked upwards towards the blue, a solitary eagle was circling over the shores a long distance away. Or was it a vulture, he was not sure, not he hoped that bad fortune had not again spoilt the purity of the sandy shores, Storm would be too grieved to listen to his uncle if of of his few mares had been hurt or even killed.....

[ Bleugh, museless.... ]</sup>

[Kindred Blue]

ooc: Whee c: Do let me know when I'm up for playing her. I'd assume theres a few days 'bonding' or something where you need to are for her and shizzle. Indeedy.. -whistles-

[Hazel]

ooc: where you need to are for here/ Kin, what are you on, cause i think it may be illegal....

Yer, and meg, hurry up and pooost! =P Erm, its up to Meg, but soon they will be at the shores visiting, feel free to let Catalyst annoy them and whatever. ^^ So...er, did I answer the question? no, oh well......

[Meg]

Occ: Go ahead and make a new posty at the Shores...I'm like askljdrhiaowje.... Right now