Another impurity, Chiara foals

[Vantha {in college}]

A roan mare, with an enlarged barrel plodded along calmly, flicking her banner over her haunches. She was mildly agitated. Her first-born colt had been acting up ever since she had come back after conceiving her second child and Chiara, for that was the mare's name, was worried. Her children were abominations according to her sire. Simply because they were not purely lined Animas.
She sighed heavily and layed on her side as the semi-familiar pains swept over her frame. She gritted her teeth and started to push.
After some time she was worried, Eterna had been born long before this amount of time. Panic almost started to worm its way into her brain but she stilled it, remembering that the sire of this foal had been rather large, compared to her and perhaps that's why it was taking so long for her to deliver.
She sighed heavily as she gave one great push and felt her frame suddenly lighter. She heaved her frame upwards as she swung around to clean her new child. She nudged it gently as she licked it. Once she was pleased she allowed a smug smile to crease her maw. Two for two. Two paint colts from two different stallions. She lowered her maw to the colt's ears before breathing two gentle words. "Anima Oscura." She took a step backwards and nickered gently to the colt. Oh yes, dark mare she may have been, but with her children, especially when this young there was no reason to be harsh or cruel with them.
That would probably come later. Once they where older, though more than likely she would still coddle her colts, as long as they spread their lines efficiently and named the resulting foals with the Anima title.

[Fajer]

<sub>New life.
It's always so sweet, even for a dark.

He did not yet know he was destined to be evil, to be a proud dark, obedient to his mother's wish that he was destroy his grand-sire's name. All he knew was hunger. The pressing need to get to the milk he could feel pulsing in her bowels. He could sense it, he could smell it, and he was determined to get it.

The newly named Oscura, surprisingly enough, was on his feet and standing first try, though wobbly. When the world stopped shaking, he attempted motion and was moderately successful, though he tripped once he was almost at his mother, but he caught himself. Good boy.

The paint colt got the hang of nursing pretty quickly, as all young ones do, and when his fill had been taken, he looked up at his mother, his fluid eyes full of expectation. Where to? It's your call.

Yes, one day he will be Dark and Obscure Blood.
Today, he's just a foal.</sub>

[Vantha {in college}]

Chiara watched her colt intently, wondering what strength his frail body already had. He could not be a weakling, not with her strength and what his father had. From what she had gathered the sire had been at least half of some sort of draft, friesian perhaps. Either way something that would give her son more strength than her own. Something he would need later on.
She snorted softly as her son tripped but caught himself. She smiled, pleased with him. She let him be while he nursed, musing as to where to go now. She had no true home. Perhaps she should go show his father? Wouldn't he want to know that he had a son out there? She wondered absently where her other colt was and sighed heavily. Eterna would be highly jealous. Idiot youngling. Ah well, he was used to being the only one.
She could at least rest safely within Oscura's sire's home before she sought out a true home. Perhaps. Wouldn't he be surprised? The roan laughed inwardly at the thoughts as she glanced down at her newborn. "How would you like to meet your brother and father?" She asked lowering her dial slightly. She really didn't expect him to understand much of what she said, he was young but perhaps, and hopefully, the colt would become smarter and stronger than her. With training perhaps, for now though he needed to simply be a foal.

((Would Phocas like to meet his son? ))