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Wicked this way comes [joining] - Airlia - 12-08-2016


Airlia

"Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned"
Her sides were swollen to the point of explosion as she pushed through the snow. Pain erupted through her belly causing her ears to flatten."No! You will not come now you foolish child!" Her anger was red hot and savage. She had plans for this stupid one night stand baby. Oh life was going to be hell for the father. An evil smirk twisted her face as she pressed on. The winter was had indeed roared like a lion this time. She wondered if the winters were always like this here, fucking awful! Her ears pinned back as the pain subsided. She had carried the child for a very odd amount of time, forever it felt like. She was so fat it was comical, she looked like a damn graying penguin. Waddling through the fucking snow looking for a summer home. A snort ripped from her dainty muzzle. As soon as she was in the damn Throat she was going to drop the kid and starve herself to try and salvage her body. This was why her mother had made her stay away from boys; they ruined you.

After a damn eternity she finally made it to the coast. Pain laced through her again sharper and more demanding this time. Oh how she wished to cross her damn legs and hold it inside. "Stop it!" Her voice was low harsh whisper. Turning she shifted her attention to the island out in the ocean. Her voice lifted in a desperate call and she collected her features to that of a sweet lost pregnant mare. To add to that affect the mare carefully lowered herself to the sand and blown in snow her sides covered in sweat. Her sides quivered and she let the scream out this time. 'He better be here.'
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Words;; 301 so short xD
OOC/Tags;; @Volterra Please someone come and accept her!
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RE: Wicked this way comes [joining] - Myrrine - 12-09-2016

Myrrine

She had heard a scream, and before the mare could stop herself she was running blindly in the direction the sound had come from. Heart racing wildly in her dainty chest, she studied the expanse of sand before her in hopes she could find something; anything that could explain just what exactly was happening. Then she saw her, the form of a red beauty that was sprawled upon the ground with such exertion that she knew exactly what would become of it. Her swollen sides were sick with sweat as they heaved, and before she could stop herself Myrrine was bursting into action. She skidded to a halt before the soon-to-be mother, eyes full of warmth and comfort as she softly crooned,"There, there. You're doing splendid Miss. I know it hurts, birthing is never pleasant, but if you keep breathing nicely and give me just one minute I will have something that can help you." She meant it so genuinely, so sweetly, because she knew what it was like to go through this alone. It had terrified her, left her feeling so empty, because she had been faced with this new pain and terror with no one else to comfort her. She didn't want this poor woman to go through the same thing.

She was fetching water from the oasis, filling a dished stone she had found with as much as the liquid as she could, before bringing it back to the newcomer and tenderly offering it to her. Her body slumped down beside her, eyes never once leaving her webbed complexion, because she wanted to show her that someone would be there. Someone would not leave. She was smiling now, watching carefully and patiently, waiting for the next contraction, the next movement that showed she needed to assist in any way she could. She may not be as skilled as the healers in the herd, especially with no magic, but she had the amazing beside manners that any nurse should carry, and she was showing all the compassion in the world for this pretty lost thing. They would get through this together, and the spotted one knew that someone would soon come to help.

"Talk."
the butterfly is proof that great darkness
can create great beauty
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@Airlia - I'm sorry but here have some Myrrine!


RE: Wicked this way comes [joining] - Volterra - 12-09-2016


"Airlia!"

His voice is a lion's roar, the relieved bellow of a father. The mare's absence, especially given she was heavy with his child last time he saw her, had worried him greatly. Any number of misfortunes could have befallen her whilst she was roaming the wilderness, and no amount of searching for her would yield the results that the Indomitable wanted.

Finally, though, she's here. The sand is a blur beneath his churning hooves, muscles rippling beneath the obsidian hues of his coat whilst grains of sand splatter against his thick limbs, his mind and body focused on the scent of Airlia. A fallen log stands between him and his woman; it is but a momentary worry, and one bulking of his colossal hindquarters sends him launching over it in a beautifully arched jump worthy of a far more agile horse. He lands in an eruption of sand and continues forwards without breaking stride, his dragons steaming like red and gold banners beside him.

There she is. She is massive, weighed down with the foal he placed inside her womb. He had sworn to create no more errant life, but this...this was intentional, in a way. He wanted to claim Airlia as his own in the most primal way possible, and he has high hopes for the child that nestles within her. His first planned progeny, and it is an interesting turn of fortune to know what is in store for him. This babe, a brother or sister to his other offspring, will be lifted onto a pedestal beside them, his future generation of glory.

The leviathan slows, blowing and sweating from his headlong gallop. "Airlia," he says again. She's on the ground, clearly in the first stages of labour, and he leans his muzzle down to touch it to hers. "I'm here." For the first time he notices Myrrine stood nearby, and offers the mare a grateful nod - she is a healer, which is the best sort of birthing companion. The butterfly-winged woman has already brought supplies to Airlia, so the stallion backs away and allows her to do her work. He will stand guard to protect the child and the two women that are to help bring it into the world; he watches intently, having never been this close to the actual act before. Ironic that this is yet another mare of his to give birth in the Dragon's Throat, but this time he is a fully-fledged member, able to watch in person rather than through his dragons.

AND THE WORLD WILL END IN FIRE
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@Airlia


RE: Wicked this way comes [joining] - Airlia - 12-11-2016


Airlia

"Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned"
It wasn't long before a pretty young mare showed up cooing and being sweet. Inwardly she rolled her eyes and fought back the urge to bite at the stranger. This close to the Throat though, she had to assume she called it home and had no idea what position she held. She prayed this weakling was not the leader. Instead she let a soft smile touched her face even through her pain. Her sides heaved again with another contraction. Her instics told her to push, and she obeyed. Her face screwed up as she tried to shove the babe from her.

Seconds later Volterra appeared beside her. She smiled weakly up at him before reaching for the water the spotted girl had brought her. The water slid down easily, soothing the dryness. Sweat covered her body, and the contractions subsided for a moment. Her voice was rough and raspy with the lingering pain, "Can I join the Throat? I want our child to have a safe place to live." Her silver eyes begged to be accepted, even though her heart balked at the idea.

Her body tightened again and she shoved with all her might. Slowly movement by movement the foal slide from her. With a final grunt the filly fell away free. Shaking with the effort she sat up and began cleaning the white and bay foal. She prayed for a boy and to her disgust was denied that. "It's a girl." She glanced at the black beast before turning back to finish cleaning the foal.

Once she was done she spoke again, "You can name her." Disappointment rolled through her as she gazed down at the pretty filly. She was large for a newborn, but was slow to try and stand. She merely lifted her head as if bored with the gift of life. Her silver eyes betrayed nothing about her anger at having such a weak foal. She wanted to have a baby that was already sitting up, not some stupid filly that was content just to lay there.
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Words;; 342 so short xD
OOC/Tags;; @Volterra @Myrrine I'm glad she joined in! <3 If we could have Vezer joined as a throat baby that'd be awesome!
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RE: Wicked this way comes [joining] - Volterra - 12-14-2016


She asks if she can join the Throat, and the colossus has no qualms about vigorously nodding his head in acceptance. "Of course. I want you here with me, Airlia." He might not have planned to join the Throat, but now he's here, there's no reason why he cannot start his harem here. He wants the mare and his child close to them, so he can ensure he is a firm presence in their lives.

The titan falls silent, then, content to watch the miracle of life. He cannot help but be fascinated by the ripples of pain that move like waves through the mare, by the blood and glorious agony. It is not beautiful, but it is practical. It is as though Nature is testing the woman's resolve to deem them worthy of motherhood - as stallions must battle to obtain mates, the mares must fight their bodies to earn the right to nurture their children.

Finally, a small figure slips free. It is a filly, which her mother promptly cleans, and the leviathan's eyes travel eagerly to her. Volterra looks her up and down, finding himself awestruck by the fragile beauty of this new life; she's dark in colour, with markings webbed across her body. She is beautiful. She will be great. "She is stunning," rumbles the mammoth, leaning forwards to try and touch his muzzle to Airlia's sweaty neck. He wants to touch the foal, too, assign her unique smell to memory, but he knows mares can be protective of their newborns.

To his delight, Airlia offers him the opportunity to name the foal. This is something he hasn't yet been able to do, and he seizes the chance with gusto. "Vezér," he says, scrutinising his daughter closely. "It means queen."

AND THE WORLD WILL END IN FIRE
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@Airlia


RE: Wicked this way comes [joining] - Myrrine - 12-19-2016

Myrrine

Another thundering of hooves caught her attention, and before she could stop herself she stood protectively next to the mare, ready to fend off anyone that tried to disrupt this tiring moment for her. All resolve she once had faded upon recognizing Volterra, who clearly looked very worried for this mare in labor? Were they mates? Was he the father of this coming child? These questions were quickly answered for her as he spoke the mare's name, keeping close and watching her carefully. The look of affection and concern in his eyes made her heart swell and break all at once. Hadn't Quilyan looked at her in such a way when she was in labor with Laume? Had he not been anxious to keep to her side and make sure all went well? Eager to see their little child be brought into this world?

Her bittersweet memories were interrupted at the sight of a form slipping out of Airlia, causing her to burst into action. The mare began to lick her, expression unreadable as she informed them both of the gender, and even offered Volterra the chance of naming her. Should she have done that for Quilyan? Was this a common courtesy among couples she had not been made aware of? Yet her and the late golden prince had never really been a couple, so their entire situation was not one of tradition. She would need to worry about these musings later, for Volterra was speaking again, so proud of his little babe the love evident in his crimson eyes. Oh, he was so happy, and Myrrine couldn't help but be happy for both of them. It made her wish for what she could no longer have.

Doing her best to blink back the tears that had begun to form, she moved closer to the red beauty tenderly, looking at her kindly and speaking,"Congratulations to both of you! She is very beautiful, the perfect combination of you both." Just like Laume was of them, and she had to stop herself from crying once again as she cleared her throat, looking over the woman carefully to see if she was having any ill effects of afterbirth. Once she deemed her fine, she began to speak again, eyes kind and the sadness hidden from them for the moment,"Are you able to stand Miss Airlia? I'm sure your little girl will be hungry soon! I can also make a small blend of herbs for you to get the milk flow going should you have problems with nursing."  She paused in her instructions, before lifting her head up to Volterra and smiling, offering her muzzle to him sweetly.

"You must be so proud Volterra. Laume's father was as well when he first saw her. He couldn't keep his eyes off of her!" then she was giggling, letting her eyes close as she took the time to express her joy, all while deep within her heart was breaking in two. This was how it had been for both of them, and maybe she and Quilyan would have been something good, something great even, if she hadn't pushed him away and secluded herself into her own world. It hadn't been only his fault that she had gotten pregnant after all. She was just as responsible, if not more because of how childish and emotional she had been that day in the Rotunda. The place where they first came together, and then all at once departed forever. Now she was unable to handle the bubbling emotion, the pain and hurt that seared into her soul, and with a deep breath she managed to look to them both once more, speaking softly,"You let me know if you need anything. You seem to have had a very successful delivery though. I will let you two have your time together." Then before either of them could see it, she abruptly turned and began to trot away, the tears now streaming as she couldn't stop thinking of what could have been.

"Talk."
the butterfly is proof that great darkness
can create great beauty
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@Airlia - sorry it's so abrupt. Myrrine got sad and didn't wanna ruin the moment. Thanks for letting me be a part of this guys and forgive me for taking so long!