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Post by / T O X i C / on Feb 18, 2009 21:52:17 GMT -5
The pregnant mare stirred restlessly in her stall. No one knew about the filly inside her. Only its sire. Abela Of Eve snorted. Her name meant Breath Of Life in French and Hebrew. Her optics rolled wildly. Pregnancy was taking its toll on the fragile, tiny mare. She nickered quietly, kicking over her water bucket. Her curved radars lay back upon her skull. She was barely a month, but pains were starting to come for her, she was so small. No one knew if her fragile body could handle this pregnancy. She whinnied.[/color]
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Post by V.elocity on Feb 18, 2009 22:03:44 GMT -5
Let's Play A Game
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Russian Roulette The chestnut Wurttemberger had been placed in her new stall by her owner a few minutes ago. This was the mare's fisrt time in this stall, which would be her new home from now until Avery decided that they would be moving out of this town.
The chestnut flicked her banner and wandered over to the stall door. She hung her large head out and peered into the stall next to her. It was actually occupied. Roulette smiled a bit and looked to the mare inside. "Hello." she said quietly. Her vocals carried a heavy German accent. |
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Post by / T O X i C / on Feb 18, 2009 23:33:01 GMT -5
Curved radars went straight up as vocals reached them Her tiny dished face poked out of her quaters. "Hello. I'm Abela Of Eve. Abela in french meaning Breath, and Eve meaning Life in Hebrew. Call me Abela." her smile faded as she paced some more. Her stomach was more plump than it would from her eating anything. Most horses could tell. "Excuse me, pregnancy uncomfortableness, you know." she half smiled. She paced in her stall, snorting..[/color]
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Post by V.elocity on Feb 19, 2009 18:22:13 GMT -5
Roulette smiled at the smaller mare, glad that she was friendly. Roulette didn't know what she was going to do if her neighbour was mean and didn't want anything to do with her. That was the bad thing about being on the end stall, you only got to have one neighbour and you could only hope that they were a happy soul.
Roulette nodded her crown. "Nice to meet you Abela. I am Russian Roulette, but you may call me Roulette." She smiled at the mare as she spoke of her pregnancy. "I wouldn't have even of known you were pregnant. Just a few weeks in I'm guessing?" she said. The vixen didn't look pregnant at all, so Roulette figured that she was only a few weeks in. She would have a long eleven months to go. "Congratulations." she said with a nod.
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Post by / T O X i C / on Feb 24, 2009 22:10:36 GMT -5
Abela nodded. "Yes, a few weeks, but it's killing me. I'm not made to get this big" she paced. "Thank you. The human's don't know.." she said thoughtlessly. Her wild optics searched the stall. "It's driving me insane to be this big!" she gestured to her middle..[/color]
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Post by V.elocity on Feb 27, 2009 19:26:43 GMT -5
Roulette smiled at the mare. "You're not zat big. But of course, for you, it must be different." she said, bobbing her large crown. Abela then said that the humans didn't know about her foal yet. "It'll be a while 'fore they find out I'm guessing." she commented, flicking her dark chestnut banner. "Who is the father of the foal?" she asked, curiously, wondering if she might know that equine.
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