Oiseaux x Tympani Foals

This breeding was asked for by *sparkymiko Oiseaux and Tympani, Sparky gets to pick one of the two larger foals, the small one with the genetic defect (the black eyes) stays at EKS. Yes Tympani had triplets. It was unexpected.

Name: ?
Nickname: ?
Gender: Colt
Breed: Nightmare
Age: 6 months
Future Height: 19hh
Markings: Appaloosa/Paint
Parents: Sire: EKS Oiseaux [link] , Dam: EKS Tympani [link]
Discipline: ?

Name: ?
Nickname: ?
Gender: Filly
Breed: Nightmare
Age: 6 months
Future Height: 18hh
Markings: Appaloosa/Paint
Parents: Sire: EKS Oiseaux [link] , Dam: EKS Tympani [link]
Discipline: ?

Name: EKS Vellos
Nickname: Vel
Gender: Colt
Breed: Nightmare
Age: 6 months
Future Height: 20hh
Markings: Appaloosa/Paint , red feral marks
Parents: Sire: EKS Oiseaux [link] , Dam: EKS Tympani [link]
Discipline: Flat Racer, Cross Country


Story:

Tympani had gone into labor soon after Jessica had left for France. Her cousin, Aoide, rider of the Solven stallion at Ever Knight, stayed up with the mare, making sure she was confortable. The vet was in her office, waiting in case there were any problems with the delivery. The mare’s belly had grown enormously large in the last weeks, but since Nightmares were not cooperative with medical equipment the vet couldn’t ultrasound Tympani’s belly. The first foal made its appearance shortly after two in the morning, and the wobbly colt staggered to a corner of the large birthing stall and made his way shakily around the stall. When his twin sister was born near three Aoide had just fed the little colt his first meal of bottled milk. It was customary for assisted foaling, to give the first foal bottle milk, while the second foal was born. She was drying off the little filly, her back turned to the mare as she licked her colt, when Aoide heard a tinny whinny from behind her. Turning to face the mare, her jaw dropped. A third foal, this one was much smaller than his brother and sister. And he couldn’t get his feet beneath him, fall in over repeatedly. Tympani was starting to get up, and worried for this sickly looking foal Aoide quickly pulled the small colt to her. As she got a closer look a chill went up her spine. While the other two foals eyes and nostrils burned with the Nightmare fire, this little colt had no such fire burning. His eyes were black holes that seemed to absorb any light around them. She remembered what Jessica had told her about genetic defects and her stomach dropped. Aoide’s hand was a shaky as the colt in her arms as she reached over and hit a button that would turn on a light in the vet’s office.

Hurried footsteps sounded in the hall as Tympani started to lick the small foal in her arms. “Is there a problem deary?” the vet’s thick Scottish accent. “Not in a bad way I think Dr. Tiernan.” Dr. Tiernan opened the stall door and stopped dead at the sight of three foals. “Oh dear.”



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Idea © to *sparkymiko