Babe of the Ruins

[Lex]

Dharma trotted to the stream known as "Foaling Stream" to have her babe. She wasn't ready yet. Maybe a day or so, but she just wanted to be prepared. Oh how she hoped her foal would live a normal foalhood, unlike herself. She couldn't care less what sex it was, all she knew was how excited she was to become a mother. She would shower it with love and she hoped Filth would too. This babe would inherit the Ruins if everything went as planned. She did not want to think about what would happen if the baby didn't make it. In fact, she really didn't want to think about the baby not making it, so she proxied those thoughts with more thoughts of what she would do for her babe...

[Lex]

Dharma started to feel the contractions. She'd gone into labor and was scared. She laid down on the frosty grass and breathed heavily. Her orbs were widened and her whipchord stiff. She rolled to her side and straightened out her boa. Her orbs shut tight, the legs of the tiny babe emerged. Within minutes, the babe was completely seperated from it's mother. Dharma turned to her foal and smiled. I've done it, she thought. She began to clean the birth sac off of her baby and lick it's back to encourage correct circulation. She couldn't tell anything about the foal right away, just that it was alive. She was so relieved to find that nothing had gone wrong. She stood and encouraged it to do the same. Oh how she loved her babe already...

[Darkstar]

Filth arrived, distraught at the fact he had missed the birthing...but he sauntered to her side, gazing at their babe. It was a lovely colt, markings quite bold for being diluted twice. He would certainly be a remarkable looking boy as he aged. Filth nuzzled the stumbling foal's neck, taking in the scent of his newborn, nickering all the while. He then turned his attention to his love, Dharma. He nuzzled her gently, licking her nape.

He's beautiful darling...What should we call him?

He hadn't really thought about actually...Filth could come into play, but then again...he could have something more original....he mused quietly...

[Lex]

"Yes, I have been thinking about that. I thought perhaps maybe it should be somewhat like yours. I like 'Desires,' and maybe the first part could be something that means the same thing as 'Filth' like 'Impure' or 'Begrimed,' or eve 'Dirty.' Just ideas though. What did you have in mind?"

She looked at her mate with curiosity, and then retreated her orbs to their foal. How beautiful her colt was, and playful...[/color][/size]

OCC: This is pretty much the only picture I could find of a newborn zebroid:

[Chloe]

[glow=white,2,300]Treasure trotted over, her head held high as her foal, Storm's Treasure, trotted beside her trying to imitate her mother. Looking down at the newborn zebroid, she said,

"You must be Dharma, I hope. Who is this?"

Treasure looked down at the newborn and looked back at her own foal. [/glow]

Storm's Treasure sniffed the other foal and giggled. She pranced around it, her head held high.

"What's your name?"

[Lex]

Dharma, at seeing the light eneter the scene, made no move, and did not answer. She pinned her ears and glanced at Filth. She had thought of a name, and she was sure that he'd approove.

"I've decided to label him Sündae."

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Sündae got up slowly and whinnied at the filly to back off, as he tried to maintain his balance...[/center]

OOC: Sündae means evil in German....I believe. Or dirty, or something like that. I can't remember

[Chloe]

[glow=white,2,300]Treasure watched Dharma's foal for a moment before smiling at Dharma. She glanced down at her daughter as she urged the foal to play with her. She chuckled, but scolded herself as she reminded herself that Dharma was a dark and didn't enjoy such things. She beckoned her daughter towards her and her foal came immediately and she turned back to Dharma.

"This is my daughter, Storm's Treasure. Her father was Enchanted Storm, as you very well know. Who is this foal's father, may I ask?" [/glow]

Little Treasure nickered to her mother as her mother beckoned her. She hid between her mother's istons and giggled at the other foal with pleasure. She watched him before calling out,

"Would you like to play?"

[Lex]

Dharma looked at Treasure. Her favorite light by far, if she had to choose. She understood what darks stood for and respected that.

"If you must know, his father is Filthy Intentions. I trust you've heard of him?"

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Sündae cocked his head at the filly. She was his age, maybe a few days older. He bounded away from her, playing a game of hard to get.[/center]

[Chloe]

[glow=white,2,300]Hidden Treasure nodded as she heard the father's name. Yes, she had heard of Filth and his evil deeds. She shook herself and watched the two foals for a moment before lookng back at Dharma to give her an answer.

"Yes, I have heard of Filth. I didn't know you were his mate, Dharma. I don't see him around- where would he be? I mean, wouldn't raising his colt be on his top priorities list?" [/glow]

Treasure snorted, bored with the adult's conversation. Happy that finally Sundae was going to play, she shot after him, her long pistons churning beneath her as she chased Sundae around.

"You know, Sundae? I bet we could play with each other every day! That would be fun!"