somebody's hero [BIRTHING THREAD]

Where was she? A subtle panic tightened in his chest as the golden bay stallion picked his way around the never ending maze of trees. Low hanging branches swatted his ribcage and scraped against his flanks, drawing flecks of blood along a rich coat. Warmth spread throughout his core, magic coursing through his veins and stinging as it closed each and every open wound, sealing it tight. Concern etched deep within his handsome features, the rifted stud's stride paused briefly, elegantly carved neck swooping up as ebony edged audits pricked, searching for a sound. Silence greeted him coldly, a nervous breath shuttering through his ashen nostrils. Heavily pregnant, she was at her weakest, an easy target. He doubted she had wandered off on purpose. In the last eleven months, he'd done well keeping her in his golden sights at all times. But of course, when it came down to the most crucial moments, he'd lost her and could not for the life of him find her again. A gentle, worried nicker fluttered from his deep vocal chords, beckoning her. ”Tess?” He questioned, calling for her desperately. What if she was in trouble? He didn't doubt his healing skills, but he did doubt his speed. If he could not find her fast enough.. Gold eyes shut tightly against the morbid, assaulting visions which plagued his mind. No. She was fine. They were both fine. All three of them would be fine. He pushed forward into a trot, searching anxiously for her scent. Still nothing. Fresh, summery nature filled him as he pulled in oxygen. It was beautiful, but no where near the smells he longed for. ”Tess, where are you?” The words were a mere whisper, meant only for his own ears. Marble carved skull swung to and fro, catching sounds from every which direction. Chirping here, squeaking there. Leaves rustling to the left, a deer cracking twigs to the right.

And that was when the neigh stung his ears. Fear rocketed through him-- the cry was not afraid, was not weak. But a pain lurked behind it, a pain which sent Icarus over the edge. Adrenaline pounded through his veins and the athletic stallion was galloping through the woods faster than his black stockinged legs longed to run. They pumped beneath him, shoving him forward at incomprehensible speeds, twisting and carving out a path, he released a whinny in response, a beacon saying he would be there soon. The aching sound still screaming within his ears, Icarus swept across the dry ground, breaking through the treeline and sailing across the large open fields of the vibrantly hued steppe. Her scent hit him like a speeding bullet, making him slide to a halt before shifting course and bolting off again. Blood pounded in his head, making it ache, blinding him as he rocketed recklessly forward, desperate to be at her side. As the grasses grew in height, her aroma only grew stronger, and finally the light bay was forced to slow down and take his time, worrisome gaze searching ceaselessly for her flawless white black splashed form. It was then he spotted her, relief washing over him before dissipating with the realization she was on the ground. ”Tess! Are you--” words faded off suddenly at the shocking revelation that she was not alone. Beside her, in heaps of spindly, clumsy legs lay two stunning foals. Two. Eyes widened in surprise, though he immediately shifted forward to be at Tess' side. Concern for his mate still lingered deep within his relatively calm expression, though now he regarded the two newborns as well, attempting to gauge their health.

The biggest of the two, whom he could only assume was the first born was a very sturdy looking colt, already fighting to stand on legs much too long compared to his athletic physique. A bright golden bay, much like his own coat, the resemblance between son and father was obvious and exhilarating for the first time sire. Tall black stockings climbed up his lanky legs, though his left hind was consumed by white. The snowy hue clung all the way to his stifle before fading to a deep black which covered his flank. A second irregular white stocking swept up his left front, curving around the knee and snaking up his chest, brushed up his golden neck and outlined his cheek and jaw. The entirety of the white overo marking was thickly defined by a frosted like black line which finally spread to cover his entire face. A white blaze began in the middle of his broad ebony forehead before veering off in a marking much like his mother's, outlining his lip and a small part of his nose in a luminous white. Thick mane and tail were both as his dam's tail-- a starry ivory, and despite their shocking appearance, his eyes were the most brilliant combination of his parents. A burst of gold exploded from the pupil before an overwhelming blue wrapped itself around the glittering metallic color. A sudden sense of pride filled Icarus' chest at the sight of his first and only son-- healthy and ready to take on the world. But the fun did not end there. Gaze drifted next to the much smaller figure beside him. A stunning deep red chestnut, the filly was much too beautiful for her own good. Splotches of white enveloped her, consuming her left hind and a majority of her haunches. A simple sock decorated her right hind, while a tall irregular stocking clung to her left front. A v-shaped white marking protruded from her neck, dying a thick portion of her rich golden red mane pure porcelain alabaster, and a wide, artistic splotch covered her entire facade, cutting just through the middle of her ice blue eyes-- perfect replicas of her beautiful mother. But that was not all-- each white marking was accented with stunning, deep red brindling. Down her back and haunches the tiger stripes ran, and once exiting the ivory markings, they became the most brilliant shade of white. Both foals were naturally colored with beautiful markings that took them so far away from 'natural'. Icarus couldn't help the smile which captured his ashy lips.

Immediately he was at Tess' side, lowering himself beside his love and pressing close to her spot on the lush emerald ground. Teeth placed a gentle, pleased, and yes-- slightly playful nip upon her spotless neck, affection and love beaming upon his typically reserved expression. ”Both of them?” He asked, nearly incredulously and hoping she understood the question he was insinuating. Surely they were both his and hers alone. Surely the gods had finally blessed him. He hated to sound conceited, but it was about time, he deserved this ray of sunshine in the darkness of what was his life. Golden eyes spied the small, though obviously tough filly as she made a second effort to stand, this time making it up to all four hooves. One step forward, and she went sailing head first into a tangled heap of unusually long limbs, crashing face first into her dam, head poking up dizzily from the massive maze of legs. Heaving an annoyed and in all honesty, very cute sigh, the filly whom would be named Risque relaxed against her mother, azure gaze settling upon her brother. It was his turn to go flying through the air.


STATUS: Complete
TAGGED: sam's Tess
WORDS: 1338
NOTES: Babehs!
coding: Ayumi@Aeon