I come, but how long do I stay?

[racechick]

Sigaf

Milkycow stood, auds swiveling as they listened to the equally frosty mare, she was leaving. The brute nodded, they had made a deal, and he would keep up his end of it. If that worthless piece of horse flesh wanted to leave, so be it. Sigaf shook his bulky skull, then started toward the smoky black vixen, Juliet. He was maybe two feet from the mare, when Diva's calls of terror assaulted his harks, Flawless was foaling. The brute spun around on his haunches, now in pursuit of the prematurely foaling mare. Once the brute reached the mare, he bent his boa, lightly muzzling her sweaty neck.

The brute had never been present for the birth of one of his spawn, this was all new for him. Sigaf nickered softly, trying to comfort her, his sides heaving as she pulled air deep into her lungs then quickly released it. He waited for the birth, which was surely going to have some disabling dilemmas, of his son or daughter.

[Diva<3]

Flawless nuzzled Sigaf. "No matter what, I will try and make it through this," She said, calmly. She felt the sweat drip on her neck. She continued to push, and a small white foal slipped out. It was moving, but the deformities weren't good at all. She nuzzled the foal. It was small, leggy, but also very underweight and deformed. She looked at Sigaf. "She won't make it," she said, nuzzling the foal. Suddenly, another pain shot through her. Pushing, another foal slipped out, but this time it was a rather large looking leggy black filly, with perfect andalusian conformation, with the classic arabic dished head. There was one heck of a size difference in foals. She smiled. "You may kill the albino," She muttered quietly. Flawless was weak, and tired. She pushed the after birth out, but as it came out, a large pain sent blood pouring out of the vulva. "Oh go..god... oh, noo.. don't make me go through this.." She panicked. Flawless lay her head to the ground. Blood dripped from her nose. "I'm sorry Sigaf... I'll forever love you, and Diva... look after her..." She addressed the foal, before passing on. Diva watched as she died, and walked over to the foal, nuzzling it. "Good looking filly you've got yourself, Sigaf." She also felt a pain in her side. It cramped. "Maybe I'll be soon," She said.

[racechick]

Sigaf

The pasty stag watched as the mare died, only moments afer birthing a sickly albino filly and a solid ebony filly; Only this one looked like as though she might make it. Sigaf walked around her back side, the albino filly locked in his glare. His mouth was blood thirsty, and this filly needed put out of her misery. Flat headed pearls sunk into the flesh in the nape of her collar, the cow easily picking up her mass. He trotted away, so the mares and filly wouldn't see, before dropping the filly. Without another thought, the stud attacked. Lunging at her tiny jugular, the brute clamped down, a small squeal erupting from her delicate wind pipe. Sigaf soon released, the filly limp where she lay.

Ivory stag trotted back toward the herd, Diva overlooking Flawless' orphan filly. She was built rather nicely, his muscular frame and his mother's neatly dished cranial cavity. Sigaf smirked at Diva, "She'll do." He replied, before setting up the crest toward Juliet. "Hello dear. We have some unattended business to take care of." His blood was rushing through his body, he was ready to go. The cow trotted eagerly behind her mass, leaping onto her quickly. Snaking his columns around her charcoal barrel, and latching his molars around her crest. His hips gave a forceful thrust forward and he had begun.

Sometime later, the stud dismounted, sweat lathering his boa and shoulders. Satisfied with his work, the cow nipped her rump, before trotting to his crest. He stood comfortably, overlooking his herd; Which at this point was dropping in number quickly. First he had lost Erosaf and now Flawless, the only mares left were Diva, Juliet, Crash, and this new filly. Sigaf shook his crown, soon there would be more. . . Soon.

[Diva<3]

(Diva's foal is going to be a colt now, changed my mind)

Diva allowed the filly to nurse once she had stood. She was a tad bigger than the average foal, it seemed. The minute star on her forehead gave her that slight glance of evilness. Not all even horses are solid color. Diva knew she'd be something good. Diva felt her foal kick. It was time. She slowly walked over to Sigaf, her head high. "It's time for me to foal now, would you like to assist me toward the foaling grounds, sir?" She asked politely. A piercing pain in her side made her gulp, but nothing too major. Soon, another evil one would be born. "I'll be back in a minute." She nuzzled the foal, and walked her over to Juliet. "Hey, would you be able to look after her for a short while, please?"

[racechick]

Sigaf

The brute nodded at Diva, his plasma gliding through his seemingly greased veins, it was time for his other foal. He wished for a colt, though it didn't really matter he would use both to train for his Royal Army. Sigaf smirked, trotting up next to the mare, nuzzling her neck. "Could you not just foal here?" He asked, raising a brow at the largely crimson fae. Ivory tone stag stomped a foot, eying Juliet as she had yet to answer. A crooked smile set on the cow's obsidian lined muzzle, thinking about Juliet's foal that was going to be born.

[Diva<3]

Diva gave a nod. Her barrel was large. The foal moved around, and when she knew she was ready, she moved to the border of the land, and looked at Sigaf. She layed down, and waited for the labor to progress. After about half an hour, she stood, and switched positions. She lay back down flat, and pressed her head against the ground, and began to push. A flush of water, and two hooves were in view. A few more pushes, and the feet were perfectly staggered. The muzzle showed. Another push, and the foals entire head was out. Diva rolled a bit, and returned sternally, turning her head. She lay it flat again. A bit of the amniotic fluid with another push sent the shoulders out. She foal began to turn towards Diva's hind legs as it slipped out. It was a perfectly formed solid black colt. Long legs, nicely formed torso, and a perfect andalusian head. Diva stood, and nuzzled him. "Diablo," She smiled. "Welcome to the world, Diablo." She called Sigaf over to look at his new son.