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[EDIT] Now with added markings. Yay

Mature content because yeah... it's a dead horse. Even though I skipped on the blood.

Foal: Urban Legend, out of RPS Michelangelo and FLS Mythica
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Myth was sadly set to die the last time I tried my life generator... I wanted a foal from her before she went.

This came out so much worse than I had ever imagined... ugh... I'm so sorry guys... I've been needing to get it done, but now I know why I didn't. ACK IT LOOKS SO FREAKIN' AWFUL I wanted a beautiful death for Myth, with a beautiful picture, but it just failed D: And the foal... don't even mention the foal... or the background...

Story
It was late afternoon on a scorching hot Friday when the world turned upside down. Everyone had just finished up for the day, and retreated to the cool of the house for a refreshing drink and a wind down. Aithne sat at the kitchen table with a cup of water and everyone else perched around and chatted away. The woman was quiet, not feeling on top of the world that day. The heat had not been doing her any good, causing a few false alarms. Adam rested a hand on her shoulder and sipped his lemonade as he listened to the conversation. The rest joked about Lee’s mishap with Devil earlier, the man arguing his side with a broad grin on his face. Aithne barely listened, starting to feel nauseous once more. The cramps in her stomach had worsened that day, but after the scare the previous week she had ignored them. Now the pain was starting to make itself more prominent. She groaned slightly and placed a hand to her stomach as a pain shot straight through her abdomen. Adam, as protective as he had been all the way through her pregnancy, was immediately right beside her. “What happened?” He asked softly, his hazel eyes searching her face. She took a few deep breaths and pushed a hand through her hair.
“That one was real,” she breathed. It didn’t take the man long to leap up and run to get her bag. Within minutes he was helping her out the door, Lee bringing her bag and Amber fussing around beside them.

Aithne climbed into the car and put her seatbelt on, grabbing Lee’s arm as he threw her bag into the car. “Keep an eye on the horses,” she said lowly, her brown eyes full of sincerity. Lee managed a small smile and squeezed her hand.
“They’ll be fine, I promise, now go look after yourself,” he chuckled, shutting her door and waving them off. Adam didn’t seem to care about any speed limit as he sped out of the gates and up the country road. It was a long way to the nearest hospital. Lee turned to look at Amber who had her hands on her hips, a small smile on her face. “Well… fancy watching a movie?” The woman grinned and nodded, and they headed back inside. Everyone crammed into the small living room and sat to watch a movie as dusk took over outside. Half-way through the movie it came to Lee’s turn to go and check the horses. They were all on a strict rota now they had a few mares so close to their due dates. Every hour someone would go and check on all the mares.

The air was still warm and heavy as the man headed out onto the yard. Everything was quiet and still, all the horses out in the fields other than the pregnant mares. He went to check Mythica’s stable, whistling softly to himself as he went. He was greeted with a sight he hadn’t wanted to see. The small grey mare was laid out on the ground, but he couldn’t see the clear sac, instead he could see red. “Shit,” he growled to himself as he ran to grab the sterile bucket from the tack room. He called Amber while he ran, and they were all running onto the yard just as he returned with the bucket. It contained everything he needed to deliver a foal, but he also had his vet kit. Amber’s face went pale as she saw the kit. He had hastily said it was a complicated birth, but that really didn’t look good. “Amber, I need you to keep Myth calm,” he said quickly as he went back into the stable and placed the bucket and bag on the ground. Amber moved to Myth’s head and stroked her gently, hushing her as she cried gently, straining with the contractions. Lee hastily went about cutting the placenta, which had dispatched prematurely, away from the sac. He had to get the foal out fast. Behind the placenta there was just more blood, and he felt his stomach churn at the sight. Something was seriously wrong. He pulled on the sterile elbow-length gloves that were in the bucket and set about discovering what was wrong. “Fuck,” he mumbled as couldn’t feel the foal’s head. “How wrong can this go?!” He cried as he sat back and tried to think of a solution. The amount of blood suggested that the mare had a tear somewhere and was bleeding out, and on top of all that the foal was had its head twisted back on itself with no oxygen. Mythica groaned and started to push again, and Lee acted quickly, helping to ease the foal along. The contraction brought the foal close enough for Lee to hook a finger in and pull its head around carefully. The mare squealed gently, Amber hushing her and smoothing out her forelock.
“Easy girl,” she said in a surprisingly calm voice. Deep down this was upsetting her, but Mythica needed her right then, and falling apart really wasn’t the answer. The blood was starting to affect Lee, the desperation rising in him. He couldn’t do anything about the bleeding until the foal had been delivered. All he could hope was it wasn’t too bad, that it just looked worse than it was. The foal eased its way out with Lee helping it along the way. Myth was tiring, her sides heaving and her breath laboured. She groaned and pushed once more, the foal nearly completely out. She groaned again, but this time it was a horrifying groan, one that made Lee look up suddenly. The mare let out a deep breath and closed her eyes, and Lee saw Amber’s face pale even more. “Lee… Lee she’s stopped breathing… Lee!” The woman tried desperately to bring the horse around, checking her airways and pushing away any of the shavings near her head. Lee pulled the foal out what little way was left and pulled off the gloves.
“Quick! Go rub down the foal! There’s a blanket in the bucket, try to get its blood flow stimulated!” He moved to Myth’s head as Amber went to help the foal. He checked her gums and felt his heart sink. The bleed had been worse than he had thought. She must have been losing blood for a while, her membranes pale. Her body lay still, and Lee knew deep down there was nothing he could do. He sat back in the shavings and stared over to where Amber was helping the foal. The baby was limp and lifeless, and Lee could see the woman choking back the tears. He moved over to them and took over rubbing the foal. Chase and Kyle watched from the door anxiously, trying to stay out of the way but there if needed. After a few minutes, Lee straightened himself and sighed, wiping the sweat from his brow. The foal lay still in the bedding, its dark coat dull in the artificial light. Amber leaned against the man, rubbing the tears away and sniffing slightly.

Everything fell horribly silent for what seemed like an age, when suddenly the woman gasped.
“Its breathing!” Lee jerked out of his stream of thought and looked down at the little foal. Sure enough its chest was rising and falling, if a little shallow. It coughed and squinted at the light, moving its head slightly. Lee stared at the foal for a minute, shocked by the turn around.
“Chase… go get Sonnet! Quick!” Chase didn’t hesitate, dashing over to the mare and foal field to get the mare who had given birth just a few weeks before. She couldn’t provide the foal with those vital afterbirth nutrients, but it was better than nothing. Lee and Amber gathered up the birthing equipment and moved it all out of the stable, just leaving the little foal and its mother for a minute. The tiny creature bobbed its head and went to stand, only to fall a little closer to its mother. It reached out with its tiny muzzle and touched its mother’s lifeless body. It cried gently, trying to get a response. Lee ran to grab Sonnet from Chase as the mare came in from the field, Birdy in tow behind her. The foal was bleary eyed but still bouncy. Lee took Sonnet into the stable next door and went to get the foal. It was trying to stand its legs wobbly and worryingly weak. Lee had no choice but to carry the poor little thing into the next stable and rest it down in the shavings. Sonnet looked curiously at the new arrival, her nostrils flaring as she lowered her head to the little foal. Lee retreated to the door and held his breath, Amber, Kyle and Chase keeping their distance. Sonnet sniffed the foal carefully, and then gave the reaction Lee had been hoping for. She started licking the baby and encouraging it to stand. It took a while for the foal to take to its surrogate mother, but it eventually threw its legs out once more and heaved itself up. Sonnet helped the little foal to stand, her muzzle gently holding it up as it gained its legs. It stood for a moment, looking around. Everyone waited anxiously, for the big moment. The foal turned shakily, and Sonnet guided it gently towards her udders. Bird watched curiously from behind her mother as this new little foal began suckling. Bird whinnied shrilly and went to sniff the foal. Lee was glad to see there was no bad feelings between Bird and the new foal. He had been worried that Bird would fight for her mother, but it was almost like Bird and Sonnet understood why they had been given this new little life. “This little one’s going to need a lot of care,” he sighed as he turned to the others. He shut the stable door and leaned against the wall. He knew the foal may not even get through the next few hours without its mother’s milk. All he could hope was that some vitamin supplements and vaccinations would help with the most serious problems. He got the feeling that the foal would always have health problems if it survived, though. He glanced over at Chase who was on the phone. Amber glanced over the stable door at the little family, Sonnet cleaning up her new foal as Bird tried to communicate with it in a series of shrill whinnies and whickers.
“Poor thing,” she said softly. Lee nodded and sighed, knowing they had to move Mythica’s body soon. He didn’t want to face the task, saying goodbye to one of Firelight’s oldest home bred horses. She had survived a fire, only for them to kill her with a foal. He glanced to Chase again as the man hung up and moved over to them. His face looked drained of all colour. Amber turned to look as well as everything went silent, a feeling of dread sweeping over her at the sight of Chase’s face.
“It’s Aithne,” he said hoarsely. “They don’t know if she’s going to make it.”

Image & characters © =mapal
Amber © =belle980
Kyle © *xLadySadiex
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Description
[EDIT] Now with added markings. Yay

Mature content because yeah... it's a dead horse. Even though I skipped on the blood.

Foal: Urban Legend, out of RPS Michelangelo and FLS Mythica
[link]

Myth was sadly set to die the last time I tried my life generator... I wanted a foal from her before she went.

This came out so much worse than I had ever imagined... ugh... I'm so sorry guys... I've been needing to get it done, but now I know why I didn't. ACK IT LOOKS SO FREAKIN' AWFUL I wanted a beautiful death for Myth, with a beautiful picture, but it just failed D: And the foal... don't even mention the foal... or the background...

Story
It was late afternoon on a scorching hot Friday when the world turned upside down. Everyone had just finished up for the day, and retreated to the cool of the house for a refreshing drink and a wind down. Aithne sat at the kitchen table with a cup of water and everyone else perched around and chatted away. The woman was quiet, not feeling on top of the world that day. The heat had not been doing her any good, causing a few false alarms. Adam rested a hand on her shoulder and sipped his lemonade as he listened to the conversation. The rest joked about Lee’s mishap with Devil earlier, the man arguing his side with a broad grin on his face. Aithne barely listened, starting to feel nauseous once more. The cramps in her stomach had worsened that day, but after the scare the previous week she had ignored them. Now the pain was starting to make itself more prominent. She groaned slightly and placed a hand to her stomach as a pain shot straight through her abdomen. Adam, as protective as he had been all the way through her pregnancy, was immediately right beside her. “What happened?” He asked softly, his hazel eyes searching her face. She took a few deep breaths and pushed a hand through her hair.
“That one was real,” she breathed. It didn’t take the man long to leap up and run to get her bag. Within minutes he was helping her out the door, Lee bringing her bag and Amber fussing around beside them.

Aithne climbed into the car and put her seatbelt on, grabbing Lee’s arm as he threw her bag into the car. “Keep an eye on the horses,” she said lowly, her brown eyes full of sincerity. Lee managed a small smile and squeezed her hand.
“They’ll be fine, I promise, now go look after yourself,” he chuckled, shutting her door and waving them off. Adam didn’t seem to care about any speed limit as he sped out of the gates and up the country road. It was a long way to the nearest hospital. Lee turned to look at Amber who had her hands on her hips, a small smile on her face. “Well… fancy watching a movie?” The woman grinned and nodded, and they headed back inside. Everyone crammed into the small living room and sat to watch a movie as dusk took over outside. Half-way through the movie it came to Lee’s turn to go and check the horses. They were all on a strict rota now they had a few mares so close to their due dates. Every hour someone would go and check on all the mares.

The air was still warm and heavy as the man headed out onto the yard. Everything was quiet and still, all the horses out in the fields other than the pregnant mares. He went to check Mythica’s stable, whistling softly to himself as he went. He was greeted with a sight he hadn’t wanted to see. The small grey mare was laid out on the ground, but he couldn’t see the clear sac, instead he could see red. “Shit,” he growled to himself as he ran to grab the sterile bucket from the tack room. He called Amber while he ran, and they were all running onto the yard just as he returned with the bucket. It contained everything he needed to deliver a foal, but he also had his vet kit. Amber’s face went pale as she saw the kit. He had hastily said it was a complicated birth, but that really didn’t look good. “Amber, I need you to keep Myth calm,” he said quickly as he went back into the stable and placed the bucket and bag on the ground. Amber moved to Myth’s head and stroked her gently, hushing her as she cried gently, straining with the contractions. Lee hastily went about cutting the placenta, which had dispatched prematurely, away from the sac. He had to get the foal out fast. Behind the placenta there was just more blood, and he felt his stomach churn at the sight. Something was seriously wrong. He pulled on the sterile elbow-length gloves that were in the bucket and set about discovering what was wrong. “Fuck,” he mumbled as couldn’t feel the foal’s head. “How wrong can this go?!” He cried as he sat back and tried to think of a solution. The amount of blood suggested that the mare had a tear somewhere and was bleeding out, and on top of all that the foal was had its head twisted back on itself with no oxygen. Mythica groaned and started to push again, and Lee acted quickly, helping to ease the foal along. The contraction brought the foal close enough for Lee to hook a finger in and pull its head around carefully. The mare squealed gently, Amber hushing her and smoothing out her forelock.
“Easy girl,” she said in a surprisingly calm voice. Deep down this was upsetting her, but Mythica needed her right then, and falling apart really wasn’t the answer. The blood was starting to affect Lee, the desperation rising in him. He couldn’t do anything about the bleeding until the foal had been delivered. All he could hope was it wasn’t too bad, that it just looked worse than it was. The foal eased its way out with Lee helping it along the way. Myth was tiring, her sides heaving and her breath laboured. She groaned and pushed once more, the foal nearly completely out. She groaned again, but this time it was a horrifying groan, one that made Lee look up suddenly. The mare let out a deep breath and closed her eyes, and Lee saw Amber’s face pale even more. “Lee… Lee she’s stopped breathing… Lee!” The woman tried desperately to bring the horse around, checking her airways and pushing away any of the shavings near her head. Lee pulled the foal out what little way was left and pulled off the gloves.
“Quick! Go rub down the foal! There’s a blanket in the bucket, try to get its blood flow stimulated!” He moved to Myth’s head as Amber went to help the foal. He checked her gums and felt his heart sink. The bleed had been worse than he had thought. She must have been losing blood for a while, her membranes pale. Her body lay still, and Lee knew deep down there was nothing he could do. He sat back in the shavings and stared over to where Amber was helping the foal. The baby was limp and lifeless, and Lee could see the woman choking back the tears. He moved over to them and took over rubbing the foal. Chase and Kyle watched from the door anxiously, trying to stay out of the way but there if needed. After a few minutes, Lee straightened himself and sighed, wiping the sweat from his brow. The foal lay still in the bedding, its dark coat dull in the artificial light. Amber leaned against the man, rubbing the tears away and sniffing slightly.

Everything fell horribly silent for what seemed like an age, when suddenly the woman gasped.
“Its breathing!” Lee jerked out of his stream of thought and looked down at the little foal. Sure enough its chest was rising and falling, if a little shallow. It coughed and squinted at the light, moving its head slightly. Lee stared at the foal for a minute, shocked by the turn around.
“Chase… go get Sonnet! Quick!” Chase didn’t hesitate, dashing over to the mare and foal field to get the mare who had given birth just a few weeks before. She couldn’t provide the foal with those vital afterbirth nutrients, but it was better than nothing. Lee and Amber gathered up the birthing equipment and moved it all out of the stable, just leaving the little foal and its mother for a minute. The tiny creature bobbed its head and went to stand, only to fall a little closer to its mother. It reached out with its tiny muzzle and touched its mother’s lifeless body. It cried gently, trying to get a response. Lee ran to grab Sonnet from Chase as the mare came in from the field, Birdy in tow behind her. The foal was bleary eyed but still bouncy. Lee took Sonnet into the stable next door and went to get the foal. It was trying to stand its legs wobbly and worryingly weak. Lee had no choice but to carry the poor little thing into the next stable and rest it down in the shavings. Sonnet looked curiously at the new arrival, her nostrils flaring as she lowered her head to the little foal. Lee retreated to the door and held his breath, Amber, Kyle and Chase keeping their distance. Sonnet sniffed the foal carefully, and then gave the reaction Lee had been hoping for. She started licking the baby and encouraging it to stand. It took a while for the foal to take to its surrogate mother, but it eventually threw its legs out once more and heaved itself up. Sonnet helped the little foal to stand, her muzzle gently holding it up as it gained its legs. It stood for a moment, looking around. Everyone waited anxiously, for the big moment. The foal turned shakily, and Sonnet guided it gently towards her udders. Bird watched curiously from behind her mother as this new little foal began suckling. Bird whinnied shrilly and went to sniff the foal. Lee was glad to see there was no bad feelings between Bird and the new foal. He had been worried that Bird would fight for her mother, but it was almost like Bird and Sonnet understood why they had been given this new little life. “This little one’s going to need a lot of care,” he sighed as he turned to the others. He shut the stable door and leaned against the wall. He knew the foal may not even get through the next few hours without its mother’s milk. All he could hope was that some vitamin supplements and vaccinations would help with the most serious problems. He got the feeling that the foal would always have health problems if it survived, though. He glanced over at Chase who was on the phone. Amber glanced over the stable door at the little family, Sonnet cleaning up her new foal as Bird tried to communicate with it in a series of shrill whinnies and whickers.
“Poor thing,” she said softly. Lee nodded and sighed, knowing they had to move Mythica’s body soon. He didn’t want to face the task, saying goodbye to one of Firelight’s oldest home bred horses. She had survived a fire, only for them to kill her with a foal. He glanced to Chase again as the man hung up and moved over to them. His face looked drained of all colour. Amber turned to look as well as everything went silent, a feeling of dread sweeping over her at the sight of Chase’s face.
“It’s Aithne,” he said hoarsely. “They don’t know if she’s going to make it.”

Image & characters © =mapal
Amber © =belle980
Kyle © *xLadySadiex
Refs: [link] [link]