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Post by ::MakybeDiva428:: on Sept 30, 2009 22:07:42 GMT -5
Spearmint grunted with pain as she paced nervously around the glade she was sheltering in. Contractions twitched as her sides cramped and her coat was dark Grey with sweat. She finally lay down, the pain shooting through her like fire.
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Spearmint stood, her nose twitching in worry. The colt had not yet stood, breathing shallowly on the ground. The biting cold had sent his bones jarring. His coat was like a dark flame and Spearmint know it would strenghten out into an ope flame, the color of the sky at rise.
"You will be called Irish Flame" She said quietly, nuzzling the foal awake |
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