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Consequences [Birthing] - Anzanie - 12-28-2015 Anzanie
Nothing splendid was ever created in cold blood. Heat is required to forge anything. Every great accomplishment is the story of a flaming heart.
Life. It was a hard concept for anybody to consider, particularly when they were the ones bringing a new one into this world...
Anzanie swayed like a whale through the sands of the Endless Blue, letting her immense weight sink into the soft grains and wash through her. Even though Orangemoon was now deep-set into the environment, the long blue water and sands allowed Anzanie to believe that she was giving her first life to her people, back in her old homeland. This was the closest she could get to them. Silently, she felt the ebbing pains contracting within her and she turned her still lean neck towards the lump, watching it kick and writhe. No sound came from her soft veleteens whilst the pains eminated through her splashed body. She may be young and naive, but she had regal upbringing and a high pain tolerance threshold. But soon, even the noises of the waves lapping tantalisingly were no match for the next pains that began. They made her stumble to the ground, sand dust sprouting through the air and covering her as she kicked and heaved. The ordeal, well, it was unbearable. But what could she do? It was her fault... "Misael, I want you here..." A distressed Anzanie called out to the sands, hoping for the chance that he may miraculously stray into her life once more to witness the birth of their child. *** [OOC: At this point the baby will be born for all others to see. I wasn't gonna be gruesome and play it out ;D] " . " @Misael @Tembovu and anybody else who wishes to join! RE: Consequences [Birthing] - Viserra - 12-28-2015 The Brightest Star Upon The Sea
It seemed like an enternity had passed, where the only comforting sounds to usher the golden child to sleep had been the steady beat of her mothers heart and the gentle thud of her hooves. The warm nest within her mothers womb was all she knew, what did she know of the vast greatness that lay beyond the silken walls of her palace? What adventures and wealth of knowledge were waiting for her to find and learn, to taste and witness? If only she could look past her rose window? So she slumbered on in her gilded existence, until her great room rocked. Panic. Fear. Curiosity. What was happening? Why was it happening? The pale lady did not have to wait long to find out, her great oak doors splintered and cracked under her mothers great pressure to deliver her. Rose glass gave way to blinding light and the realization she's damp, slicked with the fluid that kept her suspended. She exhaled with a shaky, desperate cough to clear her throat of fluids as she thrashed to right herself upon the sandy carpet she was laid against. Velvet ears flick once, twice and three times back and forth as new sounds and smells overwhelm the small fillies senses. She wore a pelt of molten gold, lightly splashed with her mothers white while her father had given her his stripes and his blue tresses. The cerulean, azure, sapphire and sky blue stripes wrapped her neck and head proudly. Tufts of blue sprinkled with gold lined her neck and tail, promising to grow into oceans of satin soft hair until they pooled at her feet. Her final gift from her mother lay delicated laced in her fathers final gift, his crown which sat behind her ears. The small nubs were blessed with the precious gems that lay in her mothers horns, they sparkled proudly on the would-be crown. However, it seemed as though the youngling had a hand in her own creation. The marking that covered her face was decidedly neither her sire's nor her dam's. A bald face, in the shape of a dragon's skull. The youngling is confused, disorientated, tired. Why was being born so hard? Why couldn't she just crawl back into her palace and try again another day when she felt stronger? She lifted her skull marked head to better look around with her sea green eyes. Despite their disorientated gleam, they're intelligent and alert, and they finally land on the large body behind her. Was that her Ma? _______________________________________________________________________________ Notes;; talk there are no others like me RE: Consequences [Birthing] - Misael - 01-01-2016
RE: Consequences [Birthing] - Tembovu - 01-01-2016
- table by Niki - @Anzanie RE: Consequences [Birthing] - Anzanie - 01-06-2016 Anzanie
Nothing splendid was ever created in cold blood. Heat is required to forge anything. Every great accomplishment is the story of a flaming heart.
Within the chaos of her mind the splashed had not even dwelled into the pain of childbirth. Her mind had been fixed on everything but that, in order to keep herself from screaming. But soon she turned her beautiful cranium towards something equally, no, more beautiful: her child.
Before her was her kin, her daughter, a golden pelt much like her father's with azure stripes to match. Yet she still bore some resemblence to her mother in the appearance of ivory splashes across her bodice, and azure tassles dipped in glowing gold sprouted from her neck and rump. What a stunning little creature. And so much like Mis, Anzanie thought fondly. Her pools lit up with the love only a mother could give and she watched, entirely shocked and mystified by what she had done. She had brought a life into this world, and right now, Anzanie knew she had brought her into a beautiful and right world. And then the little creature began to look around with her little moss pools, seemingly confused by everything. This made Anzanie smile the biggest smile. With a hushed voice she looked down upon her daughter and whispered gently, "It's okay little one, I am here for you. And I will never let anything happen to you," she continued, a flurry of emotions overwhelming her and the words came down her throat like something she was going to have difficulty swallowing simply from the joy of what was happening to her, "It's going to be you and me, my darling, us. You will have the happiest childhood and the happiest life in this world, in Helovia. Oh my..." And throughout she had not noticed the creature who had rushed to her side in her time of need: Misael. The brightly coloured brute was here, and it had not quite clicked until Anzanie heard the gentle words from the voice she would always recognise. Slowly, the fae turned her pretty little neck to allow her skull to face him, with the sudden realisation throwing shock into her pools as she remembered Misael had not known of their child. But right now, his words were comforting and the most wonderful thing besides their daughter. She stretched her velveteens into his nuzzle, letting her brute's embrace throw her into jubilation. She smiled and spoke to him, "Mis, you are here. And no, she's beautiful like you, so beautiful," she then reached into his lobe to whisper another sentence, "And I've missed you so so much..." The pain of whispering such words of truth pierced through her pale mossy pools as she uttered her heart to him. They were a family, and Anzanie couldn't be happier. But who was it that stood before them, but her dearest friend, Tembovu. With a warming smile she welcomed him into her little family, "Tembovu, I am so glad you are here, I thank you for your kind words," she continued with the same high pitched voice tainted with the wonders of the world, "I had hoped you were here, and here you are." It had not crossed Anzanie's mind that whilst she had been so caught up with Misael that Tembovu had inspected her child, to which Anzanie frantically began licking to dry her off from the horrendous afterbirth, nurturing and making sure that she was okay. It was not everyday that she would do this. This was a once in a lifetime opportunity, and she was going to give her daughter the best. The Edge's Glacier had one more responsbility, but this was the greatest responsibility any creature could be gifted: the responsbility of life... But Tembovu's last words shook her back to attention, and Anzanie instantly curled up within her thoughts to find the perfect name for her child. She glanced at her love, Misael, wanting his approval as she indirectly spoke to him, "She is Viserra." " . " [OOC: I'm so sorry for the delay! I now have internet and I hope to have covered everything in this! Isn't this exciting :D] @Viserra @Misael @Tembovu RE: Consequences [Birthing] - Viserra - 01-09-2016 The Brightest Star Upon The Sea
It didn't take long for the golden filly to register that the mare laying beside her was her mother, her voice was the same as the one that had talked to her beyond her rose walls, no longer muffled by the soft sinew that kept her safe. She promised her happiness and more, the best childhood she could imagine, she didn't know what that meant as she had just spent a few precious moments in this vast new world. Viserra could only endlessly wonder. A tiny whinny escaped the little foal, mustering up as much excitement as her tired body could muster for her mother as her white dipped muzzle extended to try and touch the much larger one infront of her.Their mother-daughter moment is broken by the sound of a giants hooves, or what she thought was something gigantic, as much as she wants to instinctively flinch and shy away, she battles against it and stands defiant against her instincts. Already proving to be strong willed. Her delicate neck curled like her mothers, and seafoam pools widen in surprise at the size of the multi-colored leviathan that greets her. Was that her father? the way mother spoke to him said as much and the small tug in her chest also sang it. So she extended the same, excited whinny as she had before but towards her pa. Another soon joins, and her neck cranes again to take him in. He's as giant as her pa, and she stared up at him intently as he looks over her. Another one of their family? But as she looked to her parents she decides he's not, but he's a friend, by what her mothers kind words say to him. The adults were talking among themselves, her small, delicate ears perked forward to try and listen. To try and understand what they were saying to one another, eventually she gave up. Her legs were going numb from being sat down too long and her back end is sudden in it's urge to push her up onto her gangly legs that nearly topple her over. Viserra huffed her annoyance out of her velveteen nostrils and wobbled in the precarious position for a moment longer before she lurched her front legs up. up up up. she whispered to herself internally, until she was on four legs and not so wobbly. A look of triumph flashes on her marked skull and she turned to look at them all as her tail flicked side to side — practically vibrating from her own pride. She took her first tentative steps, trying to hide her nervousness under a mask of false confidence. The golden pillars hold her weight, with the occasional wobble and shake her and there, as she stomps forward and around the three. It'd take her a little while longer yet for her to find her grace and femininity. She is Viserra. Her eyes go back to her mother, and her velvet's part with a small, pleased smile at the name. Though it is almost immediately interrupted with a lurch from her starving belly, the smile goes to one of mild shock that a sound that loud had come from her petite frame and she anxiously looks to her mother. _______________________________________________________________________________ Notes;; talk there are no others like me @Miseal @Tembovu RE: Consequences [Birthing] - Misael - 01-13-2016
RE: Consequences [Birthing] - Tembovu - 01-17-2016
- table by Niki - @Anzanie RE: Consequences [Birthing] - Anzanie - 01-22-2016 Anzanie
Nothing splendid was ever created in cold blood. Heat is required to forge anything. Every great accomplishment is the story of a flaming heart.
Such beauty. Such youth. Anzanie was in awe of the moment, watching her golden daughter with beautiful azure pools that were so innocent. A small whinny rose from her tiny chest and Anzanie tried to pull her closer in a frenzy of love and commitment. Viserra was perfect.
But what made the moment more special was the completion of the family reunion with the multi-hued stag present. Misael was looking handsome in Anzanie's pale pools and the heat he produced seemed to spread over the mother and child pair like a shroud of physical love. His words hit her like a train that she'd welcomed like nothing else, and the splashed remained seated in her position on the ground beside what their passion had resulted in. His words towards Viserra touched Anzanie too, and the emotions inside her physically hurt her chest to the point that she could have screamed. It was beautiful and compelling. The exotic princess had not felt such love in all her life, even back in her homeland. I wonder what they would say if they could see me now, she wondered with a hint of longing. In spite of her woes, the splashed dame could not deny that what she felt for Misael, and what he spoke of feeling for her, could one day make that wound heal. Her thoughts had been drawn back to reality as Misael spoke once more to him, his dark voice soothing in her lobes and his bodice very soothing on the pools: "I am so very proud of you, Anz." She nudged herself forward in order to embrace him once she set herself up to allow Viserra to suckle, making sure that she did not forget their bundle of joy. Her pools were glassy with emotions and her voice tiny and soft, "I am proud of us, Mis. We did this." Her attentions were soon drawn back to her closest friend in the Edge, the King. He almost appeared to look out of place, but Anzanie laughed at her massive friend trying to guess what he was thinking, "Welcome to the family, Temb." After all, the fae felt she could call him family after everything. She watched curiously as he began to make his way towards the golden filly, inquistive and seemingly wanting to help. And Anzanie wanted to let him, wanting to give Tembovu a piece of what her and Misael were experiencing in this time. She remembered how she watched her friend do the same with little Hera, the nursing filly and how fatherly he had been. But she knew that being Viserra's father, Misael would object to any sort of interruption. But before she could gesture towards her friend, he stopped himself and once again congratulated her for a healthy foal, to which she smiled and replied, "And I thank you for being here for me too, Tembovu." And then he turned to leave the trio after his last sentence asking her to escort Viserra back to the Edge safely. She nodded silently and with warmth, watching him go. He's still alone, Anzanie's mind toyed with sadness again. Yet in this moment Anzanie was then allowed to turn her thoughts, her love and her attention back to the reasons to live now. Her lover and her daughter... " . " @Viserra @Misael @Tembovu |