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Time seemed to have flown once little Cornelian had joined the herd. It had seemed that Syria was in a much better mood since she had found him making her less nervous about having another foal of her own. Cyril started to feel left out due to this, but he just remained quiet in the background. Although Whiskey had ended up finding a new place for his growing herd to stay hopefully the first half of winter at least. Though as time had passed, Syria was practically ready to foal at any given time. Her stomach was round and swollen as she seemed to have started dripping some milk. It was only a matter of time.

Due to this, Syria often remained laying down since it was difficult for her to even get up and down despite all the discomfort she was in. The only thing they could hope for was a safe birth and a healthy foal. Although Syria did hope for a filly. It would have been a nice change even though she did love the colts her and Whiskey had taken in. Though Syria still seemed down at times wishing she wasn’t the only mare still. She knew it would be difficult to care for three foals at once. Well Whiskey would help of course.

At the time Syria had seemed to be taking a nap in the open meadow they now called home for the time being as the colts had seemed to do the same nearby her. Whiskey on the other hand stood a short distance away as he looked around before laying eyes on Syria. He knew she was experiencing constant discomfort and pain every now and then, but he did what he could to make sure things went smoothly until she went into labor.

After spending some time and looking around, Whiskey had lowered her head as he started to graze on the lush green grass. Parts of his mane had almost touched the top of the glass blades. It had been an uneventful day as it was nearing sundown. Everything was peaceful and Whiskey had seemed to enjoy it. Though that would soon be changing quickly. Eventually Syria had woken from her nap noticing Cornelian had ended up taking one beside her while Cyril wasn’t too far away. It was them that Syria looked up getting a strange smell that seemed to burn her lungs.

Syria then proceeded to attempt to get up which took more effort then she wished it hadn’t before she got a better look around the area. “Whiskey!” she suddenly yelled spooking the colts and the stallion, “Fire!” Whiskey had still been grazing not paying much attention until Syria called for him as she sounded urgent and scared. It was then that he looked up in the direction of the fire which was quickly heading for them.

“Follow me!” Whiskey had commanded as he quickly turned and started galloping leading the small herd away from the flames. Syria quickly nudged Cornelian to his hooves before the three of them had started galloping behind Whiskey. Though Cornelian was significantly younger than Cyril who was shortly behind Whiskey as he tried his best keeping up, but fell behind Syria.

Syria quickly noticed as she looked back at the colt, “Cornelian! Keep up! You’ll fall behind if you stay behind me!” Syria said frantically not wanting the poor colt to get hurt any more than he was. She still didn’t know what had caused the scars he had. Though Syria herself was struggling to keep up as well, but she didn’t want to worry the colt. “I know you can do it.” she said encouraging him once she noticed the flames were creeping up on him, “Stay close to Whiskey if you can alright? I’ll be right behind you guys.”

The orange colt just gave a small nod as he moved his legs faster soon catching up with Cyril and Whiskey. Whiskey didn’t even think to look behind him to notice Syria falling behind. Though Cyril wasn’t paying attention as he was headed for a log that was right in the path that quickly approaching. It wasn’t until Syria from far behind had called out noticing the log trying to warn him. Cyril then noticed as he attempted to jump at the last second causing his leg to scrap against the long drawing blood as the colt tripped.

Cyril quickly scrambled to his hooves before he started galloping again even though his leg had been bleeding now. As for Syria she had quickly started to slow down as they slowly got closer to the woods. The smoke and the flames kept on getting closer and it got harder to breathe good air while being able to see through the smoke for Syria. It wasn’t too much long until she had fallen behind panting and starting to cough.

Syria had then come to a stop as she frantically looked around for a place to seek shelter once she had lost sight of the others before she looked at the fire that was quickly spreading. Though she quickly noticed what had looked to be a cave as she attempted to canter over before she slowed to a walk as she hurriedly walked into the cave. The mare’s hooves being the only sound as she continued to walk deeper and deeper into the cave realizing there were multiple tunnels inside of it when she came across a fork inside the cave.

Fear and worry masked the mare as she came to a stop looking around. She didn’t know just how far she had gone in, but as far as she knew she was trapped. The fire surely would have now blocked the entrance to the cave. “I’m trapped and lost…” she mumbled as she decided to continue on deeper into the cave to search for a way out, or something that would help her find her way back to colts and the father to her foal.

Though Whiskey had taken a split second to look behind him seeing the flames still close behind him as he continued galloping starting to grow tired. Although the stallion didn’t take much time to see if anyone had fallen behind or not. That was when he felt his hooves slip from underneath him as he had slipped on some mud. The mud only covered the stallion as well as fly everywhere as Whiskey quickly tried getting up, “Not again…” he muttered before started galloping again as the colts were now on each side of him, “Hopefully we won’t have to run much longer..” he said knowing the colts and himself were tiring.

As for Syria, she stopped when she couldn’t take another step. The mare was panting and her body even more sore and tired then it was only a few hours prior. She was forced to lay down on the rocky surface which didn’t provide much comfort, “Hopefully I can get out of this cave before this little one decides to enter this world…” she mumbled to herself as she tried to regain her breath. Though the mare only looked around despite being able to see nothing but pure darkness, “Keep the colts safe Whiskey…I’m afraid I won’t be getting out of here for awhile…” she said hoping the three boys would find safety and shelter in her absence while also hoping they wouldn’t get into any trouble.

Whiskey made sure the colts kept up with him knowing they were top priority at the time as he looked for shelter. That was when he spotted what seemed to have been a river. “Hurry we got to get to that river.” The stallion had spoke urgently. Cyril was struggling to keep up with each stride he ran due to his leg growing more sore and painful, but he knew he had to keep going, and so he did. It wasn’t too much longer until the three boys had reached the river. Whiskey had quickly caught Cornelian before he went in the deepest part since he was smaller then Cyril.

Immediately after, Whiskey had started looking around some knowing they couldn’t just stand in the river and wish for the best, but it was a start. Cyril had seemed to pick up his leg as the water stung the open wound. Whiskey noticed out of the corner of his eye, and looked at the wound, “It’ll sting but the water will help clean the wound which will allow it to heal faster.” he said as he seemed to have pulled a muscle in one of his hind legs when he had slipped. Though the stallion then checked on Cornelian, “Are you alright?”

Cyril just nodded and hesitantly placed the wound under the water as he winced slightly before looking up realizing the fire was still heading straight for them. Cornelian on the other hand had just tried regaining his breath until he looked at Whiskey, “I think I’m fine…b-but Syria insisted I follow you…she said that she’ll be just behind us, but she should have been here by now..” the colt said shakily as he looked in the direction they had came from.

Whiskey just looked in the same direction as he froze for a moment. He hadn’t noticed the mare’s absence. What worried him more he didn’t know. Was it that Syria was missing, or he hadn’t noticed until Cornelian had told him. He knew the colt was closer to Syria then he was with himself, but Whiskey just snorted pinning his ears, “Stay here and don’t leave the river. Cyril please watch him.” he said as the colts only looked at each other worriedly as Whiskey had galloped back from the direction they had come from in search of Syria.

Whiskey just galloped looking around for any signs of Syria, but there was none. Not her scent, not her tracks, nothing. Even if her scent was there, it was nearly impossible to pick it up due to all the smoke. It was hard enough as it was to even see where he was going. So the stallion only resorted to one last thing, “Syria!” he called out trying to listen for any response, but he was given nothing in return. “Syria!” he called out again only louder.

Though the stallion slid to a quick stop once the realized the flames had engulfed the rest of the path. A cough or two had come from the stallion as he looked around despite it being pointless. As much as he wanted to keep looking for her, he knew he had to return to the colts. He was the only one able to look after them until they had found Syria, “Stay safe Syria…we’ll be waiting for you..” he quietly muttered before he quickly turned back from the hot flames and the thick smoke to return to the two colts. Whiskey only hoped her and the foal were safe wherever she was. He was more worried especially since Syria was ready to foal at any time…with his first foal…

Cornelian had gotten close to Cyril unsure and shaken up about everything going on, “Is he…gonna come back..?” the orange colt had asked as he looked up at Cyril.

Cyril only signed as he looked where Whiskey had ran off to, “I don’t know..” he said hoping he wouldn’t be on his own again. Neither of them did. Although Cyril wasn’t too fond of his “brother” he let him get close until Whiskey had come into view making his way back into the river. Though the stallion had his head lowered slightly as he caught his breath letting out a cough or two before he looked at the colts.

“There was no sign of her, but after the fire is out we’ll start searching for her..” he said keeping the two colts close before he nudged them upstream, “Come on let’s get out of here and find a place to rest for the night. The wind seems to be shifting direction, so we’re safe.” he said as they slowly walked in the river heading upstream. Soon they found a place to lay low as Whiskey looked over the wound on Cyril’s leg, “It should heal in a few days.” he said before he looked up at the nearly dark sky being lit up from the far away flames. The smell of smoke still lingering in the air and their coats.

The two colts had each snuggled up beside the stallion as they had eventually fallen asleep. Whiskey just watched the stars, “Sleep well Syria…we’ll find each other again..” he sighed before he laid his head down and closed his eyes as exhaustion had taken over him. Syria could still smell some smoke, but she wasn’t surprised. Though the mare was exhausted and was in a lot more discomfort than she had ever been.

“Oh little one, I wish things didn’t turn out like this, but I hope your father will be there when you enter this world.” she said even though she was talking to herself despite nuzzling her swollen abdomen. I’m return she received some movement including a kick or two from the foal. Syria smiled as it was a sign the foal was still alright before she laid her head down and closed her eyes. “Sleep well boys..” she quietly muttered before falling asleep.

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Stallion ID: Whiskey #29
In Response To: Cave, Mudslide, Wildfire
Art Features: Whiskey , Syria , Cyril , Cornelian
Story Features: Whiskey , Syria , Cyril , Cornelian
Word Count: 2,235
Aging: Cornelian (2/3)
Healing: n/a
Pregnancy: Syria (3/3)

Roles: Event

Refs:
- Panel 1: Grazing
- Panel 2: Alert
- Panel 3: Foal
  Mare
  Foal
  Stallion
- Panel 4: Jumping
- Panel 5: Trotting
- Panel 6: Slipping
- Panel 7: Stallion
Foal
- Panel 8: Both
- Panel 9: Galloping

Description
Time seemed to have flown once little Cornelian had joined the herd. It had seemed that Syria was in a much better mood since she had found him making her less nervous about having another foal of her own. Cyril started to feel left out due to this, but he just remained quiet in the background. Although Whiskey had ended up finding a new place for his growing herd to stay hopefully the first half of winter at least. Though as time had passed, Syria was practically ready to foal at any given time. Her stomach was round and swollen as she seemed to have started dripping some milk. It was only a matter of time.

Due to this, Syria often remained laying down since it was difficult for her to even get up and down despite all the discomfort she was in. The only thing they could hope for was a safe birth and a healthy foal. Although Syria did hope for a filly. It would have been a nice change even though she did love the colts her and Whiskey had taken in. Though Syria still seemed down at times wishing she wasn’t the only mare still. She knew it would be difficult to care for three foals at once. Well Whiskey would help of course.

At the time Syria had seemed to be taking a nap in the open meadow they now called home for the time being as the colts had seemed to do the same nearby her. Whiskey on the other hand stood a short distance away as he looked around before laying eyes on Syria. He knew she was experiencing constant discomfort and pain every now and then, but he did what he could to make sure things went smoothly until she went into labor.

After spending some time and looking around, Whiskey had lowered her head as he started to graze on the lush green grass. Parts of his mane had almost touched the top of the glass blades. It had been an uneventful day as it was nearing sundown. Everything was peaceful and Whiskey had seemed to enjoy it. Though that would soon be changing quickly. Eventually Syria had woken from her nap noticing Cornelian had ended up taking one beside her while Cyril wasn’t too far away. It was them that Syria looked up getting a strange smell that seemed to burn her lungs.

Syria then proceeded to attempt to get up which took more effort then she wished it hadn’t before she got a better look around the area. “Whiskey!” she suddenly yelled spooking the colts and the stallion, “Fire!” Whiskey had still been grazing not paying much attention until Syria called for him as she sounded urgent and scared. It was then that he looked up in the direction of the fire which was quickly heading for them.

“Follow me!” Whiskey had commanded as he quickly turned and started galloping leading the small herd away from the flames. Syria quickly nudged Cornelian to his hooves before the three of them had started galloping behind Whiskey. Though Cornelian was significantly younger than Cyril who was shortly behind Whiskey as he tried his best keeping up, but fell behind Syria.

Syria quickly noticed as she looked back at the colt, “Cornelian! Keep up! You’ll fall behind if you stay behind me!” Syria said frantically not wanting the poor colt to get hurt any more than he was. She still didn’t know what had caused the scars he had. Though Syria herself was struggling to keep up as well, but she didn’t want to worry the colt. “I know you can do it.” she said encouraging him once she noticed the flames were creeping up on him, “Stay close to Whiskey if you can alright? I’ll be right behind you guys.”

The orange colt just gave a small nod as he moved his legs faster soon catching up with Cyril and Whiskey. Whiskey didn’t even think to look behind him to notice Syria falling behind. Though Cyril wasn’t paying attention as he was headed for a log that was right in the path that quickly approaching. It wasn’t until Syria from far behind had called out noticing the log trying to warn him. Cyril then noticed as he attempted to jump at the last second causing his leg to scrap against the long drawing blood as the colt tripped.

Cyril quickly scrambled to his hooves before he started galloping again even though his leg had been bleeding now. As for Syria she had quickly started to slow down as they slowly got closer to the woods. The smoke and the flames kept on getting closer and it got harder to breathe good air while being able to see through the smoke for Syria. It wasn’t too much long until she had fallen behind panting and starting to cough.

Syria had then come to a stop as she frantically looked around for a place to seek shelter once she had lost sight of the others before she looked at the fire that was quickly spreading. Though she quickly noticed what had looked to be a cave as she attempted to canter over before she slowed to a walk as she hurriedly walked into the cave. The mare’s hooves being the only sound as she continued to walk deeper and deeper into the cave realizing there were multiple tunnels inside of it when she came across a fork inside the cave.

Fear and worry masked the mare as she came to a stop looking around. She didn’t know just how far she had gone in, but as far as she knew she was trapped. The fire surely would have now blocked the entrance to the cave. “I’m trapped and lost…” she mumbled as she decided to continue on deeper into the cave to search for a way out, or something that would help her find her way back to colts and the father to her foal.

Though Whiskey had taken a split second to look behind him seeing the flames still close behind him as he continued galloping starting to grow tired. Although the stallion didn’t take much time to see if anyone had fallen behind or not. That was when he felt his hooves slip from underneath him as he had slipped on some mud. The mud only covered the stallion as well as fly everywhere as Whiskey quickly tried getting up, “Not again…” he muttered before started galloping again as the colts were now on each side of him, “Hopefully we won’t have to run much longer..” he said knowing the colts and himself were tiring.

As for Syria, she stopped when she couldn’t take another step. The mare was panting and her body even more sore and tired then it was only a few hours prior. She was forced to lay down on the rocky surface which didn’t provide much comfort, “Hopefully I can get out of this cave before this little one decides to enter this world…” she mumbled to herself as she tried to regain her breath. Though the mare only looked around despite being able to see nothing but pure darkness, “Keep the colts safe Whiskey…I’m afraid I won’t be getting out of here for awhile…” she said hoping the three boys would find safety and shelter in her absence while also hoping they wouldn’t get into any trouble.

Whiskey made sure the colts kept up with him knowing they were top priority at the time as he looked for shelter. That was when he spotted what seemed to have been a river. “Hurry we got to get to that river.” The stallion had spoke urgently. Cyril was struggling to keep up with each stride he ran due to his leg growing more sore and painful, but he knew he had to keep going, and so he did. It wasn’t too much longer until the three boys had reached the river. Whiskey had quickly caught Cornelian before he went in the deepest part since he was smaller then Cyril.

Immediately after, Whiskey had started looking around some knowing they couldn’t just stand in the river and wish for the best, but it was a start. Cyril had seemed to pick up his leg as the water stung the open wound. Whiskey noticed out of the corner of his eye, and looked at the wound, “It’ll sting but the water will help clean the wound which will allow it to heal faster.” he said as he seemed to have pulled a muscle in one of his hind legs when he had slipped. Though the stallion then checked on Cornelian, “Are you alright?”

Cyril just nodded and hesitantly placed the wound under the water as he winced slightly before looking up realizing the fire was still heading straight for them. Cornelian on the other hand had just tried regaining his breath until he looked at Whiskey, “I think I’m fine…b-but Syria insisted I follow you…she said that she’ll be just behind us, but she should have been here by now..” the colt said shakily as he looked in the direction they had came from.

Whiskey just looked in the same direction as he froze for a moment. He hadn’t noticed the mare’s absence. What worried him more he didn’t know. Was it that Syria was missing, or he hadn’t noticed until Cornelian had told him. He knew the colt was closer to Syria then he was with himself, but Whiskey just snorted pinning his ears, “Stay here and don’t leave the river. Cyril please watch him.” he said as the colts only looked at each other worriedly as Whiskey had galloped back from the direction they had come from in search of Syria.

Whiskey just galloped looking around for any signs of Syria, but there was none. Not her scent, not her tracks, nothing. Even if her scent was there, it was nearly impossible to pick it up due to all the smoke. It was hard enough as it was to even see where he was going. So the stallion only resorted to one last thing, “Syria!” he called out trying to listen for any response, but he was given nothing in return. “Syria!” he called out again only louder.

Though the stallion slid to a quick stop once the realized the flames had engulfed the rest of the path. A cough or two had come from the stallion as he looked around despite it being pointless. As much as he wanted to keep looking for her, he knew he had to return to the colts. He was the only one able to look after them until they had found Syria, “Stay safe Syria…we’ll be waiting for you..” he quietly muttered before he quickly turned back from the hot flames and the thick smoke to return to the two colts. Whiskey only hoped her and the foal were safe wherever she was. He was more worried especially since Syria was ready to foal at any time…with his first foal…

Cornelian had gotten close to Cyril unsure and shaken up about everything going on, “Is he…gonna come back..?” the orange colt had asked as he looked up at Cyril.

Cyril only signed as he looked where Whiskey had ran off to, “I don’t know..” he said hoping he wouldn’t be on his own again. Neither of them did. Although Cyril wasn’t too fond of his “brother” he let him get close until Whiskey had come into view making his way back into the river. Though the stallion had his head lowered slightly as he caught his breath letting out a cough or two before he looked at the colts.

“There was no sign of her, but after the fire is out we’ll start searching for her..” he said keeping the two colts close before he nudged them upstream, “Come on let’s get out of here and find a place to rest for the night. The wind seems to be shifting direction, so we’re safe.” he said as they slowly walked in the river heading upstream. Soon they found a place to lay low as Whiskey looked over the wound on Cyril’s leg, “It should heal in a few days.” he said before he looked up at the nearly dark sky being lit up from the far away flames. The smell of smoke still lingering in the air and their coats.

The two colts had each snuggled up beside the stallion as they had eventually fallen asleep. Whiskey just watched the stars, “Sleep well Syria…we’ll find each other again..” he sighed before he laid his head down and closed his eyes as exhaustion had taken over him. Syria could still smell some smoke, but she wasn’t surprised. Though the mare was exhausted and was in a lot more discomfort than she had ever been.

“Oh little one, I wish things didn’t turn out like this, but I hope your father will be there when you enter this world.” she said even though she was talking to herself despite nuzzling her swollen abdomen. I’m return she received some movement including a kick or two from the foal. Syria smiled as it was a sign the foal was still alright before she laid her head down and closed her eyes. “Sleep well boys..” she quietly muttered before falling asleep.

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Stallion ID: Whiskey #29
In Response To: Cave, Mudslide, Wildfire
Art Features: Whiskey , Syria , Cyril , Cornelian
Story Features: Whiskey , Syria , Cyril , Cornelian
Word Count: 2,235
Aging: Cornelian (2/3)
Healing: n/a
Pregnancy: Syria (3/3)

Roles: Event

Refs:
- Panel 1: Grazing
- Panel 2: Alert
- Panel 3: Foal
  Mare
  Foal
  Stallion
- Panel 4: Jumping
- Panel 5: Trotting
- Panel 6: Slipping
- Panel 7: Stallion
Foal
- Panel 8: Both
- Panel 9: Galloping