She was egg heavy. Of course she was egg heavy. She'd questioned the possibility before in her past. She was no fumble-footed filly after all but never had she felt the weight of life inside of her. Motherhood had never been at the forefront of Skullfetchers mind. She had no desire to raise hoards of foals. Neither did she particularly dislike the idea. It had just never been a life goal like it seemed for some does she crossed paths with. Skullfetcher's whims and desires changed direction as easily as the breeze that ruffled her thick wiry mane. Long term planning wasn't her thing. Also like the wind though, when she chose a direction she could become a force to be reckoned with. As such, Skullfetcher now found herself stalking within the swamp, feeling the press of trees close against her body, the heat and dampness of the swamp weighing down her fur and the twisted roots tugging at her hooves. She was a child of the wide open plains in her heart and this was no place for her to reside, but for the sake of her future foals there would be no deterring her.
Skullfetcher was on the hunt and there would be no rest till she found her prey.
phoenix kiss
Ready for you!
Araucana
Quoting you so you can see this too biggrin
