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Post by ShadowCryssy on Feb 6, 2012 8:02:42 GMT -5
Aleta felt the cool breeze run through her mane, the weather was perfect. Spring was now here, they had better hurry down the mountain before the flooding set in from all the melted snow. She was the first to fallow Silverpelt into the cave.
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Post by ShadowCryssy on Feb 13, 2012 10:35:57 GMT -5
A few weeks later...
Aleta heaved her-self down upon the ground, the labor pains were growing.
A few hours later...
The dark mare watched her foal frolic around, he was boisterous and she couldn't wait for Silverpelt to meet him. She raised her head and let a call ring out from her maw.
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Post by breyercrazy on Feb 13, 2012 15:56:10 GMT -5
(ooc am i rping it or you? i don't remember)
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Post by ShadowCryssy on Feb 28, 2012 16:52:49 GMT -5
u rp the foal
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