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i've got my heart right here -- - Destry - 08-05-2015 DESTRY
RE: i've got my heart right here -- - Aurelia - 08-06-2015 Alala POV
The world is dry and also wet and cold and-- oh, wait. Where is that warm coming from? The pinpoint of warmth touching my...everywhere. I think it's the blue sky above me that makes me warm. My scarlet eyes gaze upwards, only to be blinded by the most powerful thing ever. It's called, The Big Ball of Fire in the Sky. Yup, that's it's name, it's swanky name. So TBBoFitS, it's name's abbreviation, warms me, but blinds me. My eyelids flutter and I have to look away from its intensity. TBBoFitS is one bright mother trucker, for sure. I hear something in my mind, feel it. These eyes that looked at TBBoFitS not long ago fix on a feeble thing next to me. It has little furry lumps on it's sides and a big bump on it's head. It's black, I think. I don't know colors well, but I am sure this thing is black. My first thought is, WOW, I WANT FURRY LUMPS! but transitions slowly to, WHAT IS TOUCHING ME OMIGOSH!?! My now-wide eyes frantically shoot around, looking for what touches me. It is black. She's black. So black it's mesmerizing. She has big furry lumps on her withers too. And she has a pointy thing on her head. It's scary. All of this is scary. Tears pour from my eyes and I lay there, a wet heap on the ground. Sobbing because-- because what? I can. I don't feel cramped and clustered, not squished next to my brother, not confined in the right quarters of the stomach I was just in. Speaking of that, how did I get in there? Did the black It eat me? Oh gosh, that's scary. It grows tall, A big body balancing on its legs. Is that Mom? Is the black, horse-eating, tall It, mom? Mom, mom, mom. I like that. With all the power inside of me, I try saying it, saying Mom. "MURGMEE!" I squeal, my high-pitched voice squeaky and no doubt irritating. My attempt at speaking has failed, my words sounding like nothing but gibberish. The tears halt as the It-- mom, touches me. The brief sensation of her whiskered nostrils sliding across my damp fur was nice and soothing. This feeling vanishes as she moves to the dark wet lump next to me with the little wing-lumps on his side. My brow furrows as I watch, still secretly jealous that he has wings and I clearly don't, nor do I have a nubby horn either. But it's something else, something beyond that. He is still, eerily so. Did I squish him in the stomach? I'm sorry little dude. I lay on my side now as sleep pulls at me, beckons me, but something isn't right. I don't feel comfortable. I shift around and crane my head around to look at my flanks. 2 thoughts float into my mind. 1: HELL YES I HAVE FURRY WING LUMPS ALSO. 2: Why aren't they letting my lay down comfortably? I flap them around wildly, giving up the idea of sleep. When a bout of courage washes over me, my butt shoot upwards, my big-kneed hind legs wobbling under the weight of my haunches. Before I can get my fore legs erect under me, my butt comes crashing down and I'm a wet heap on the floor again. I give up standing for now and simply lay. Then it hits me. The frigidness around me. How everything is cold. I want to go back, back into her stomach. Then they explode. They being Mom's big wings. And in a frantic motion they cover us, warm us, comfort us. And I am finally whisked to sleep, a smile smile on my lips. Ooc- I'll do Aurelia now but I just wanted to get this up first :) RE: i've got my heart right here -- - Shahrokh - 08-08-2015 <style> .shah b { color: #847D47; font-variant: small-caps; } .shah a { color: #4D522A; } .shah a { font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; text-transform: lowercase; font-size: 11px; font-family: 'Times'; text-shadow: 0 0; } .shah-credit a { color: rgba(255,255,255,.25); } .shah hr { height: 3px; background: #3A130E; } </style> i wish i could write more but i didnt have time :c --
The small, cramped world I’d been familiar with came convulsing and expanding around me as my womb mate slipped from my tangled grasp, leaving me alone for a beat before I too was swallowed by contracting muscles. I was pressed, squeezed and pushed out of the sac I’d called home. My body clenched and I lay desperately still upon the cold ground, my first breath a painful stab to the lung as I gasp and pant for air. My skin tingles, flightless appendages pulling closer to me. My world is still an unbelievable blackness, a dark void of nothingness. Warm air is exhaled, rolling over my trembling body, a plush nose pushing against my side, shaky breathes weak and pathetic compared to the thundering snorts coming from the hovering figure above me. I knew simply that warmth and comfort would be provided by this presence, but I made no attempt to reach it. I lay there, flat on my side with short rasps escaping my rattling lips. I feel a light pressure against my cheek, curiously leaning into the strange contact with an overwhelming need to know what it was, but an agonizing fear of what exactly it was. It left me only a moment after, leaving my head to return to its original position resting against the surface beneath me. My sister was somewhere next to me, the delicate bells ringing within my mind as I give her a nudge through the all too familiar mental connection, a silent plea to know what was happening. I felt anxiety and doubts washing over my feeble frame, breaths quickening as I felt alone in such a terrifyingly open space. Without the touch of my sister I felt disconnected, the only tie to my newborn sanity is the silver lining of our telepathy. I gave out a panicked grunt, sides heaving in desperation as I lay motionless against the rough, frozen floor. I released a frightened whine, the cold seeping into my sides as I don’t bother moving, frozen in a panic. The sound of something ruffling, it was a gentle caress of warmth against my quaking body. I stilled, internally shutting down at the light touch of something so foreign yet familiar. Who was this? Why were they so kind and caring? The questions flooded into my fragile mind before I could get the chance to process them, kicking my legs in shock and out of fear of the unknown. What was it? I lift my nose, straining to reach out and touch something. My nose bumps against something thick and solid; it was warm and tickled my nose. Again I felt an ominous, warm pressure, this time against my brow. I tried to lean into it again, soothed by whosever touch it was. I felt my fears ease away, washed from my skin by this comforting existence. My breathing had regulated. “talk talk talk.” -- table by velvette --
RE: i've got my heart right here -- - Alala - 08-08-2015 I am late, I missed the birth completely and only knew to come because of Destry's companion, Yseult. Destry's is with our child, and a large smile graces my lips as I move to stand next to her. "Destry, are you okay?" Her wings shielded the child so I could not see the babe, and I desperately wanted to. I swung my quarters around so I was head to head with my mate. Dropping my head, I glance under her wings and see not one, but two children. They appear to be sleeping, settled. "Twins! We've had twins!" I beamed, still not understanding why she didn't look happy, pleased. I sink to the ground, poking my head towards the babes. They both have featherless wings and seem to be darkly colored. Destry's wings block some of the view and I can mostly just see two butt's, both small with baby hairs. I nudge the smaller one, with golden dapples first, and she wags her tail, probably trying to alert me that she is sleeping. I nudge the other, but there is no response. Is it dead? Immediately, I shoot upwards, standing. My brows furrow and my smile fades. "What happened?" I don't wait for an answer before I speak again, a maternal worry setting deep in my gut. "Should I get a medic? I have the World's Edge's permission to reside there with you. We could take them there? Or the Throat? Are they healthy? I can go get a medic, but I don't want to leave you, Destry". The words spewed out, a nonstop train of word vomit, but I was nervous, scared. My love for Destry was great, but my love for these children was in behemoth amounts. I wanted to stay with her, but help them. I silently prayed a medic or someone with medical knowledge would come by and help, make sure the colt is okay and healthy, then make sure the girl is healthy. This throbbing worry spread throughout my entire skeleton. That, along with the excitement created a concoction of emotions that made me nauseous. We would be okay, I know it. Ooc- this is so bad I'm sorry o.o posting on alala's account bc I used Aurelia's for the last one so the post counts are correct now :) RE: i've got my heart right here -- - Destry - 08-17-2015
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