 09:12:58 | All of my foals today have been colts. :/ |
09:07:29 Mack| I think the thought is actually * |
09:07:02 Mack| The sick I'm feeling feels like morning sickness and u think the thought I actually making me sicker. |
09:01:37 Ceci / (Call me) AL| Still possible that it can come with an update some time in the future |
09:00:16 Void Malign| They've never been modernized since I've played, which is a shame since I'd love seeing homozygous pearls on other coats than chestnut |
08:59:29 Void Malign| well, the genetics on here are built off of information from over a decade ago |
08:58:50 | Not sure that's how genetics work lol |
08:58:21 Void Malign| I do wish flaxen was genetic since it's thought to be recessive in real life |
08:55:57 Ceci / (Call me) AL 08:55:53 Void Malign| eh...Usually vehicles that have been raised by 2 feet aren't usually going to serve a purpose beyond looks |
08:55:38 | Plain ass chestnut no flaxen no cream |
08:55:10 | Isn't it annoying when you breed a foal that doesn't receive either of its parents recessive traits? D: |
08:54:35 Ceci / (Call me) AL| Or some people needs big cars because it serves a purpose |
08:53:45 Void Malign| Not everything is because someone's insecure lol |
08:53:07 Void Malign| ..Or, weird concept, I know...They like the look of the vehicles lmfao |
08:52:24 Ceci / (Call me) AL| Gem, I have heard from people that some cars are not "cars for women". Whatever the heck that means |
08:51:59 Snow❆Gem @dragon
Yupper. I feel that some, but not into lifted trucks and stuff. lol |
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Caden’s hand in Rosa’s was fragile, as if he feared that if he let go, he’d shatter entirely. A part of her wanted to pull him closer, to surround him with something soft and safe, but she knew better. She couldn’t fix this with a hug or a few comforting words. All she could offer was her presence. The weight of his pain hit her like a tidal wave, nearly pulling her under. She wanted to tell him it wasn’t his fault, that he wasn’t broken, but the words felt too small, too inadequate in the face of what he was carrying. How could anything she said erase the heaviness in his chest, the endless self-doubt he clung to like it was the only thing keeping him from floating away? Still, she didn’t let go of his hand. The tightness of his grip was a painful reminder of how much he needed something—anything—to hold onto. So, she squeezed back, not to fix him, but to remind him that she was here. She wasn’t leaving. She could feel the rawness in his voice when he spoke, the tremor in his words breaking through the walls he’d built around himself. He was lost in the belief that he wasn’t enough—that the mistakes he’d made were more than just mistakes. They were proof of his failure. She wanted to tell him he wasn’t broken, that everyone had cracks and scars, but in that moment, she wasn’t sure he could hear her. He wasn’t just fighting the chaos inside his head; he was fighting the belief that he was somehow lesser because of it. A battle no one could win alone. Rosa wanted to remind him he was enough, but when his eyes met hers—so full of grief and self-loathing—she could only offer the quiet steadiness of her presence. She didn’t say anything for a long while, just held his hand, letting the silence settle between them. She couldn’t take away his pain, but she could share it for a while, sit in it with him. And maybe, just maybe, that was enough. When the storm inside him began to quiet, Rosa finally whispered, her voice soft but steady, “You’re not alone in this, Caden. You’re not.” He didn’t respond, but there was something in his gaze that shifted—something less heavy, like a part of the weight had been shared, even if only for a moment. It wasn’t much, but it was something. And for now, that was enough. |
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Caden’s hand, still trembling but more determined now, reached for the edge of Rosa’s sleeve, pulling gently but with a quiet urgency, urging her closer. He didn’t want to be alone in the space between them—not anymore. Not with the storm inside him still threatening to tear everything apart. He didn’t trust himself to speak, to explain why he needed this, but the pull was instinctive. His arm slipped around her, hesitant at first, then settling into the curve of her shoulder, his fingers curling loosely against the fabric of her shirt. He could feel the warmth of her body, the gentle weight of her presence, and it was the only thing in the world that felt steady. His chest still ached, and the tension was still a quiet hum in his bones, but with her so close, the tightness in his ribs began to loosen, just enough for him to breathe without the suffocating panic clawing at his throat. The fog in his mind hadn’t cleared entirely, still thick and clinging, but with her beside him, so close he could feel the rhythm of her breath, it seemed a little less oppressive. He could see through the haze, just a little—enough to catch glimpses of something other than the chaos inside him. The curve of her cheek, the slight shift of her weight, the way her presence wrapped around him like a quiet, steady anchor. It was enough to make the world feel a little less broken, if only for a moment. He didn’t have to fix everything. He didn’t have to fix himself. Maybe, just maybe, it was enough to rest in this. To let her hold him, even without words, even without anything more than the steady beat of her presence beside him. He could feel her warmth seeping into him, a comfort he hadn’t known he needed. His heart—still unsteady, still unsure—found a softer rhythm, and for the first time in a long time, it didn’t feel so heavy. His eyes fluttered closed, the fog still clouding the edges of his thoughts, but the weight of it felt more manageable now, like he could carry it with her there, beside him, her arm lightly brushing his. He didn’t know how long they sat there, silent, but the quiet seemed to settle into him, wrapping around him like a blanket. It wasn’t a solution. It wasn’t a fix. But with her next to him, he didn’t feel quite so broken. And maybe that was enough. |
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Rosa felt the pull of Caden’s hand before she fully understood it, his fingers curling against her sleeve like a quiet plea. She didn’t hesitate; her instinct was to lean in, to close the distance between them, the storm inside him heavy but so painfully familiar. She didn’t need words to understand what he needed—not now. She could feel the tremble in his hand, the weight of everything he couldn’t say pressing down on him, on both of them. When his arm settled around her, hesitant at first, she softened against him, her own body leaning into his, trying to ease the tension that still clung to him like a second skin. She could feel the heat of his skin through the fabric, his breath shaky but steadying with each passing moment. Her fingers, tentative but sure, brushed against his, just a touch to remind him that she was here, that he wasn’t alone in this space between them. His heart was a quiet rhythm beneath her ear, his chest still tight, but with each beat, it felt a little less overwhelming, a little less suffocating. Rosa breathed with him, matching the slow rise and fall of his ribcage, offering him her own steady pulse to help anchor him when the chaos inside threatened to drown him. It wasn’t a solution. She knew that. But in the quiet, in the softness of the moment, she could feel the tension in his bones start to loosen, even if just a little. Her presence was small against the storm, but it was enough. Enough for him to find a flicker of peace, enough for her to remind herself that sometimes it wasn’t about fixing everything. Sometimes, just being there was enough. And in that silence, as his hand gently tightened on her sleeve and his breath slowed against her shoulder, she allowed herself to believe that maybe it was. Maybe this—this small, fragile moment—was enough to carry them both through the storm. |
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Caden's arm then felt less shaky around her,less hesitant as he pulled her closer to him.His heart still beat like a drum,breaths still shaky--still unsure--from the event.His chest loosened just a hair,but enough to be made a call of progress.When she leaned into him,he froze for a split second,unsure what to do next.Caden's body automatically matched hers,letting her sink into his side as he shifted slightly,their bodies now pressed together like a puzzle.He let the silence be uninterupted,the only noise was their breathing and the dogs occasionally whining quietly as they stretched out.The silence was deafaning,him ending it with one line. "I love you." He said very quietly,voice slightly ragged from having not spoken since he was sobbing.Caden's mind took a moment to process what he said,he'd said it,and he'd meant it. He spoke again,this time her being able to hear it compared to the last words,ones she couldn't hear. "I love you." Caden said,voice confident and barely above a murmur of a whisper.He sighed softly and tipped his head back,eyes flickering closed and getting lost in thought for a second,opening his eyes back up and returning his head to it's normal position. Caden had blue shadows under his blood shot eyes,both blood shot and filled with things he couldn't begin to explain.Fear.Anxiety.Doubt.Weakness. The word cut through his mind like a knife,making him shudder slightly for a moment.It was something he wouldn't give into,not now,atleast. |
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Rosa’s breath hitched at the sound of Caden’s voice, so raw, so fragile. His words seemed to hang in the air between them, but they felt like the weight of something so heavy. She could feel the tremor in his arm, his heartbeat still pounding against her, and it made her chest ache. She wanted to say something, anything, but the silence wrapped around them like a blanket, cocooning them in this fragile, new space between them. When Caden spoke again, his voice so quiet, it almost seemed like he was saying it to himself more than to her. But she heard it. She felt it. She wanted to reach out, to reassure him, but she didn’t know what he needed, what would make the rawness in his eyes ease, even just a little. "I love you." The words echoed in her mind, but more than that, they settled into her heart, heavy but soft. Rosa pulled herself a little closer, her head resting gently against his shoulder. She didn’t need to say anything right away. She could feel everything in that silence—the unspoken truth of it. He was still so scared, still so unsure of himself, but she wasn’t going anywhere. Her fingers traced lightly over the fabric of his shirt, a quiet gesture of comfort. She wanted to tell him that she loved him too, but the words felt too big, too raw right now. Instead, she let herself sink further into him, letting her presence be her answer, her promise. He didn’t have to be perfect for her. He just had to be here. Rosa closed her eyes for a moment, matching her breathing to his, the soft rhythm between them soothing the ache in her chest. She didn’t know what would happen next, but for now, she was okay with the quiet. They would figure it out together. |
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Caden’s heart still beat erratically, a constant reminder of what he’d survived, what his body had endured. But it was quieter now, softer, the storm in his chest settling into a slow, heavy rhythm. The silence that wrapped around them wasn’t suffocating—it was a breath between each pulse, a space to exist without words. He gently pulled away from her, though it wasn’t easy, the movement slower than it should’ve been. The limp in his step had become more pronounced, the jagged memories of the attack still fresh in his bones. He didn’t need to look at his leg to know it was aching, the muscles tight and stiff, like a constant reminder of everything he’d almost lost. The pain was there, but it wasn’t unbearable. Not tonight. The room felt colder as he made his way toward the bedroom, his footsteps dragging a little. He hesitated for a moment by the door, his hand resting lightly against the frame, trying to steady himself. He didn’t want to be alone right now, but he didn’t want to disturb her either. He could feel her quiet presence lingering in the back of his mind, a warmth that threatened to chase away the chill that had settled deep in his bones. With a soft exhale, he finally moved inside, shedding his jacket and shoes with a few slow, deliberate movements. His body felt heavier now, as though the weight of the day—of everything that had happened—was catching up to him all at once. He sat down on the edge of the bed, eyes closed for just a moment as his body screamed for rest. Caden’s head hit the pillow before he could even think about pulling the covers over himself. His mind buzzed with thoughts he couldn’t quite catch, fleeting images of sharp claws and shadows. But none of it mattered anymore. His body, still battered and sore, craved sleep. And it came quickly, pulling him under, deeper than he expected. In the quiet dark, everything else faded—his fears, his doubts, the jagged edges of the world outside. He let go of the tightness in his chest, just enough to drift off. |
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Rosa was sitting on the couch, gently rubbing her swollen belly, when the first sharp wave of pain hit. At first, she thought it was just a mild cramp, but then it intensified, and her breath caught in her chest. This was it. This was the real thing. Her heart raced as another contraction followed quickly after the first, and panic started to rise in her throat. She called out to Caden, who was in the kitchen, unaware of the urgency creeping in. "Caden, it’s happening. I think I’m in labor." Each contraction was coming faster now, and Rosa clenched his hand for support. They made their way out the door, the drive to the hospital feeling like it took forever. With each contraction, Rosa gripped the car door, her eyes squeezed shut as the pain surged through her. When they finally reached the hospital, the pain was almost unbearable. Rosa could barely stand, and Caden helped her out of the car and inside, where the nurses were already waiting for them. "We’re ready for you," one of the nurses said, guiding Rosa quickly to a delivery room. This was the moment they had been waiting for—the moment their babies would finally be in their arms. |
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