Prisoner

Red appy trotted forth into her lands. The grass whiping across as if a sea of foilage. Her mane danced around her nape and her limbs seemed to bend with no laws. Optics flicked around the empty land. There was much work to be done around here but hopefully with this new mother, she could start her herd/ Division on the right track.

Even as the wind blew, it seemed to desipate through the patches of trees in the land. The stones in the background seemed to be nothing more than dots on the horizon. "Follow me." She instructed leading the foal bearer toward a large patch of forest in the middle of the lands. In the middle of the pines was a very very small clearing, one large enough for about three horses to group. She nodded toward the small bed of dead leaves. "Those should keep you and your foal warm. Would you like anything else?" She said softly, there was an edge of annoyance but nothing more. She knew to gain the mother's trust she would have to serve her until her foal was born. And then she would have to protect. Hopefully she would be able to gather some members to ensure the safety of everyone. "I'm sorry there isn't much more here. I need to gather members, you are the first. And thusly, if you wish, you can become second in command. Do you wish this?" She paused then grinned. " This isn't like most herds. The first two don't have to be mates. Infact, we try to stay away from love. Not everyone can keep from falling into its grip, but love is, a hindering concept. It will cause us to lose in the end. Comradeship is what will lead this orginization to success. Would you like to be the second in command? Or just stay under my protection until you have reached a dicision to stay or leave?" She asked with no faulter. Awaiting to see if she had scared the female, hopefully she was just as power hungry. Love or not, she knew the pack/orginization would survive.

Mitia

She followed the mare.Her whipcord accasionally lashing out at the flies.Ears were forward and moving at any tiny noise other then what their hooves made.She slowed as the mare and stoped as the mare stoped.She looked around and nickered lightly. This would be a good place for her child to be born."Yes i would be honored to be your second in comand"She nickered lightly.Ears listening to the other.

Prisoner

She smirked at the comfort of the mare, though her ears perked and she turned her head in the direction of the temple. The low howl would only be bearly noticable over the wind. It was Risen, calling for a fight. With little haste Prisoner told Mitia to stay put and ran toward the calling.

Soon day turned into dusk, and Prisoner came galloping back, She was sweaty but nothing more. With a whinny from the outer edges, she continued forth near the fea. "I'm sorry, there was an intrusion on the mainlands. Seems we must keep our eyes open, we have enemies. A wolf by the name of Vestige, and the pack of Shadow Lurkers. You must stay hidden until releaved of your load." Graceful pate turned about the trees. "They will not find you here. We are not many so our smell will not drift far." She smiled, then quickly remembered. "Ah, and once again my manners get the best of me. You are now second in command of the Shadow Haunters Horse Division. Welcome." She snorted the popped a leg and rested her body from the long journey back and forth.

Mitia

Mitia watched her leave.She began to graze always alert.Then her auds catch hooves and her head raises.She watched her come back.She bobbed her dial."indeed..."She was about to say thank you but then she felt a contraction.Her body began to sweat and she began to pace.She snorted aggrivatingly.

Prisoner

The redened mare snorted as the other contracted, unsure of what was going on. She had never seen another give birth just heard about it. She was about to freak out but drew in a breath, almost instinctivly knowing what was going on. "lie down, lie down. It wont be healthy if it drops. Do you need anything I can get you?" She said not slowly backing away to allow personal space. Watching from an invisible side line as if a barrier had been set up.

Mikia

She had had one foal before and knew what she was doing.When the foals head was out she carefully layed down and rolled alittle and soon the first one was out. But soon after him was another this one a filly.She immediatly got rid of hte placenta and then began grooming both foals."no im fine"She said thoguh now tired.

Prisoner

She watched as both foal emerged and were groomed. "What perfect bald faces." She remarked on the white mask across their faces. One bay, the other chestnut. Both overos, if the brute could even be considered a paint. Though his white on his legs were impressively high. "Wha.. what are you going to name them?" She asked softly.

Mikia & Greda & Cain

AS soon as they were groomed and nursing she looked to prisoner."The filly is gonna be named after my mother Greda and the Colt shall be after his ... father.. Cain"She said and sighed.She then licked greda's hind end.SHe was quiet exausted and couldn't believe she was even standing.

Greda:She whickered and nursed.

Cain:he snorted and nursed but soon was lying down and snoozing.

Prisoner

The soothing zephyr of late afternoon swept across the meadow's floor. The birds were chirping in happiness at the new life that had laid itself upon the floor of the tiny forest. Within each one of them, Prisoner could see the fighting spirit. We were all born to fight, her view on it, but some of us push that instinct away. Would these two reject the true calling of nature.

Prisoner held tight in her spot as she watched the two beings come to life. Each with his or her personality waiting to be developed. She shook her head gave a friendly murmur as Greda nickered. "Congradulations on the twins. They look healthy and should be quite beautiful when they grow older. Until then, I am to protect all three of you" She smiled and nodded her pate.

Mikia

She nickered."thank you prisoner"She said and soon she too dozed off

her twims slept by her hooves.They slept next to each other.Head to rump.Their heads resting on each others rumps.