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[~echo~]

(TS)

The boy was a bit bigger than his sister and looked quite different. He had long legs with a bay coat and dark black hair. His eyes were reddish black. Athdara groomed them quickly and guided them to her breast to feed.

[CrimsonMoon]

The girl barely moved but atleast she managed to drink some of her mother's milk. The female... She probably wouldn 't survive the night...

"... Congratulations but... Your daughter seems to need help..." A friendly and familiar voice murmurs from behind

[~echo~]

Athdara gasped and twisted her upper body around to see the source of the voice, pulling out a dagger from a hip sheath.

[CrimsonMoon]

The hunter from moths before held up his hands quickly," Hush, Centauress, I won't hurt them... Here-" he. Holds out a small leather sack to her," Herbs... I got them a few years back from a medicine woman... She said... They helped any ailment," he tosses the bag to her gently.

The small female makes a tiny and weak whimpering sound...

[~echo~]

Athdara clumsily caught the herbs and looked inside, smelling sharp, cold scents. But it smelled alright.... She took out a few leaves of it and offered them to the young female.

The boy, on the other hand, continued suckling.

[CrimsonMoon]

The hunter crouched a few yards away, glancing around warily.

The female shies away from the herbs and whimpers weakly .

" She's too young... You'll have to devour them yourself," he quietly suggests and frowns suddenly, standing and drawing his bow

[~echo~]

Before eating the herbs, she noticed his change in demeanor. Athdara looked around. "What is it?" she asked.

[CrimsonMoon]

"... You'll have to decide quickly, dear," He murmurs quietly," Who would you rather have your daughter raised by? Your people... Or mine?" He whispers," Because... I sense... It won't be long..."

[~echo~]

Athdara bit her lip and looked down at her two precious foals. She looked at him. "Get the female- carry her carefully," she said, picking up her son in her arms and looking at the man.

[CrimsonMoon]

He nods and quickly scoops up the limp foal, after taking his cloak off and wrappig it around the small creature. He takes a step as if to run than paises and glances at her,"... What should she be called?"

(Your choice x3)

[~echo~]

"Her name will be Enya," she said. "Run!"

[CrimsonMoon]

The Hunter nods and immediately disappears just as her name was roared," ATHDARRA!!" Creadda calls, thundering hooves ripping through the forest

[~echo~]

Athdara gasped and stepped backwards before following the man. She caught up quickly and stopped in front of him. "Get on my back," she said urgently.

[CrimsonMoon]

The hunter pauses," What about your son?" He asks, glancing back warily as he cradles the weak foal

[~echo~]

"I'll still carry him, just get on!" she demanded, gazing at him urgently.

[CrimsonMoon]

The hunter sighs and vaults onto jer back , careful not to jostle tje foal in his arms

" ATHDARRA!!"

[~echo~]

"Hold onto my waist," she said, rearing up and galloping away from the voice of her king.

[CrimsonMoon]

The hunter hesitantly wraps one arm around her waist, compared to the way Ceadda held her... It was gentle an firm...

[~echo~]

Athdara knew she was swifter than her husband but even so, she ran full speed for at least ten minutes.

[CrimsonMoon]

He hung on tightly and every now and than calle out diections to her until at least the reached the edge of the forest, there a small hut lay low to the ground and deeper beyond. In the plains beyod there was a small cit glittering in the distance and a temple near te hunting lodge