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the threads of fate have been strung; a life lost and a life gained - Alvilda - 03-23-2013 Vicer, Pirates, Open I was blowing up like a blow fish. Any bigger and I would burst, or, so I feared. My stomach was large and bulky, making me walk awkwardly. I was lugging this extra weight around, and I wanted it to go away. Now. It seemed that on this very day, my wish would come true. Hauling me and my over-bloated stomach around the beach was difficult, the salty smell calmed me but I was still a bit panicky. I mean, come on, I didn't know what was inside of me. All I knew was that I was fat. I swear, I was bigger than a whale! Snorting, I shake my head as I walk along the shore, the salty breeze throwing my black locks about. Breathing in the air, I enjoyed the silent moment. But it all came crashing down. Pain. Pure pain. It came in a sudden and violent wave, and I stumble to the side. My stomach, it hurt. Hurt so bad I swear I screamed so loud anyone in Davy Jones' locker would hear me. I wail as another violent wave washes over me. I can feel something beginning to trickle down my thigh. Glancing back, I see blood. Gasping for air, I tumble down. I-I'm... pregnant!? Shock and pain collided, and I felt like fish food at that very moment. How.... how....?! Flicking my brown ears back, I collapse in a heap on the sandy shore. Writhing in pain, I look at my leg and my rear. A good amount of crimson blood was spilling out from under my tail. Crying out in horror, I felt the waves of pain return. And they kept coming. And coming. And then, it all stopped. Sighing, I crane my neck. This... was this right? The small thing the lay splayed by my rump was smaller than the average new born foal. Thinking about the times I had seen foaling, I recall that there was one mare who had given birth to a sickly little colt. He was born early, and his mother called it,"premature birth". Staring at the small, red lump I instantly know that the child is early. Wailing, I feel my heartache. Or was that my stomach? Tears began to run down my cheeks, and my legs shake as I try to get a closer look at the baby. With her legs still tangled up around the placenta, I begin to clean her up. The taste of blood was salty, almost like the sea. But, there was also a coppery taste to it. Snorting, I force myself to keep cleaning. Soon enough the newborn child is clean, and I make sure I had seen correct. A filly. I-I had a filly. I was a mother. A mother. Happy tears well up in my eyes, and I bump my velveteen muzzle against my child's shoulder. Small white spots line her shoulder, a few white spots speckled the wings the she kept close to her. I lay there for a while, unaware that I was still bleeding. It wasn't until I tried to stand up that I realized how weak I was. My legs shook, and my head throbbed. I felt... tired. So... tired. My lids feel as heavy as ever, but I force myself to keep them open away. Pressing my coal black muzzle against her pale chestnut shoulder, I try to wake her. A small, pathetic cough escapes her small lips. Frowning, I begin to whisper, "My darling Amara... wake up." But... she continues to wheeze and cough. She stops when I begin to sing, my voice nothing but a gentle coo. "Darling child, lift your closed eyelids, look at this bright new world. See where you belong, see the mother that loves you so. See the sea that washes away the sand. Open your eyes. Open them, my dear child." Closing my lips, I brush my muzzle against her forehead. Closing my amber eyes, I inhale. I had nudged the child closer to my stomach, but, my tail flicked and a loud splash rang through the air. Looking at it, I see a medium sized puddle forming. The sand draws the dark crimson liquid in like hungry wolves devouring flesh. Was... was it mine? Staring in horror, I glance at my baby. My innards seemed to twist around at the sight of blood. Especially my blood. Would... would I die? I had heard of mares dying because they lost too much blood during birth. With a sort of horrified expression on my face, I stumble forward and half drag myself, half walk towards the water. I feel my forelegs give way, and go flying into the water. A loud splash echoes through the beach, and my eyes seem to dull. Blood seeps out from under my black tail and it pools up in the water. "SOME ONE, HELP MEEE!" I scream, cringing in pain. I wasn't going to live. I could tell, the way I bled, the way the waves seemed to pull me forward. The waves, they wanted my body. I could tell they wanted it. They wanted to throw it into their depths, let it roll in some corral, let the flesh disintegrate to reveal pristine white bones. Crying at the images, I turn to the small chestnut lump. "JUST MOVE!" I scream at the lump, crying more and more. A small chest rose slowly, but nothing moved. Weeping, I mumble and mumble, on and on about life. About love. About children, about everything. My brain, it... it needed blood. And right now, my mind was shutting down. My organs were shutting down. Everything. It was leaving me tired and wary, emotional and hurt. "Vicer... where are you?" Tears streamed down my face, falling into the salty water. I'm there, kneeling on my forelegs. My hind quarters stuck in the air awkwardly, and my forelegs dipped down and scraped against the rocks and sand. Crying endlessly, I wanted to melt away. Wanted to this all to be over. I wanted to live. To live.... [[ ;-; I'm soooo saaaaadddd D: Alvilda will live for like, another post. D: On a happy note, 1084 words :o]] RE: the threads of fate have been strung; a life lost and a life gained - Vicer - 03-23-2013 (I don't think I can match that D:) Vicer had spent most of his time in a happy haze, prancing around the beach like a lovestruck foal. He didn't care who saw him. He had seen Alvilda's swollen belly. He had gently nuzzled it, feeling a miniscule movement once that made him want to sprout wings of his own and join her in a celebratory dance in the sky. Nothing could go wrong. He was walking down the beach, still wrapped up in thoughts of foals and his mate's beautiful face, when he heard the scream. He stopped where he was, ears pricked. That had sounded like Alvilda. A cold lump of worry lodged itself in his gut as he pounded down the beach, daggers churning up sand behind him as he willed his body to go faster. As he galloped, a stray gust of wind brought a scent he knew all too well drifting by his nostrils. He shook his head and snorted, never breaking his stride. Blood. He smelled blood. Alvilda's? It seemed like he couldn't run fast enough. More wails reached his ears, prompting him to send an answering whinny into the air, praying that it wasn't Alvilda he was hearing. As the dark form came into view, his fears were confirmed. It was Alvilda. The stench of blood hung around her like a cloud. He heard his named called weakly. "Alvilda, I'm here! I'm here!" he shouted, sprinting the final distance between them. Eyes widening in horror, he surveyed the scene. He had never seen a birth, and even he knew that there was far too much blood. There was a small lump near her rear, a lump that breathed slowly. The metallic chestnut coat. The white speckles. It was undeniable. They had a child. But why was there so much blood? He backed away, then reared up, sending a desperate shout across the beach. "Corsair! Cosette! Anyone!" Someone had to know what to do. Someone had to be able to save his Alvy. He dropped back down to the ground, rushing to her again. Vicer bent his neck over Alvilda's, holding her in an equine embrace. "It's going to be fine. Everything's going to be fine." He was blabbering now, his panic getting the best of him. Like a scared child, he felt that if he wished it hard enough, she would be okay. His eyes strayed to the filly again. Even covered in birth fluid, she was beautiful in her father's eyes. "What's her name?" he asked softly. RE: the threads of fate have been strung; a life lost and a life gained - Alvilda - 03-23-2013 Life. Blood. Pain. Heartache. These feelings inside of me, this feeling... I... felt so tired. So... tired. My head began to drop, my nostrils dipping into the water. Inhaling, I get water in my lungs. Coughing and coughing, I stumble backwards. Some... one.... I wanted to cry out. Wanted someone to come. To help me. To save me from death's grip. "V-Vice..... Vicer......?" A chestnut figure appears, blurred. Blinking, I inhale the scent. Blood. All I could get was blood. Fear looped my innards this way and that, wrapped my stomach around a few times and shoved my heart into my throat. Vicer... he was here, to save me? His scent grew stronger, and I could here his voice. "Vicer!" I wail, standing up and turning to him. Thud. In a flash I'm laying on my side, my hind legs and tail still in the water. Blood was still coming... the blood. Oh gods, there as so much of it. All of the blood, so much.... Shutting my eyes, I feel the tears begin to stream out again. Warmth spreads over me, and I open my amber eyes to see Vicer. "I-I don't know what happened. I-There's... so much of it. The blood. So much of it." I whisper to Vicer, pain coursing through my body. Everything hurt... my legs, where were my legs?! "My legs.. they're... I can't feel my legs. VICER..... my legs!" Panicking, I struggle to move them. "Vicer... MY LEGS! I can't feel my legs. My legs....." The tears come in steady streams, and I'm waling and screaming and thrashing about, trying to move my legs. My lips quivered, and I reached out, brushing my muzzle again Vicer's forehead just before he rears up. He screams, trying to call for the other pirates. "I... Vicer... legs... can't... feel... my legs..." Tears are coming down in a heavy stream, moistening the sand below me. The blood kept coming and coming. It never ended. Vicer leans down, embracing me. He tells me everything's going to be fine. But... he knows it's not. I can see it in his eyes. He's worried, he knows I'm going to die. "Vicer.... don't leave me.... don't leave her. Don't leave her..." I cry, resting my head against Vicer's shoulder. "Her... name...?" Pausing, my black lips are trembling, my entire body is trembling. "Amara. Her name, her name is Amara." My words are soft, and my amber eyes drift to the messy little child. "Vicer... it's so cold. Why is it... so... cold? Vicer... I-I think I'm dying... I'm dying." I mumble on... repeating the words several times. I didn't want to die. I wanted to live, wanted to see my daughter grow up. My legs were tangled together, and slowly I began to lose the feeling in my sides. "Vicer.... h-help me.... help. I don't want to go. Don't make me go. I don't want to go. Please... don't make me go. Vicer... I don't want to go!" I wail, my ears slowly going numb. "Hearing... sight... blurry... can't hear.... Vicer... I DON'T WANT TO GO!" I scream out, burrowing my head into Vicer's red mane. I'm... so... tired. My throat hurts. Everything is going numb. Legs... gone... ears... going numb... vision.. blurry. Mustering all of my remaining strength together, I look at the blood and then at Amara. "My... our... daughter.... Vicer... protect her. Keep... her... safe... please..." My hear rate slowed, and everything was suddenly silent. I could still see... I just couldn't hear. So... this is what my last moments would feel like. Silence, tranquility... sighing slowly, I press my head against Vicer's warm shoulder. I didn't want to die though, I wanted to stay here with Vicer and Amara. I wanted to live... I open my mouth in a soundless wail, feeling sick. "Hearing.. sick.... can't... hear... ocean..." My lips close slowly, and my eyes begin to close. "Don't want to leave.... I-I...." Breathing in, I speak my last few words. "I love you." And then... A bright light gleamed down into my eyes. Following the light, I see my mother... my father. They smiled, spreading their wings and flying towards the light. I followed, and everything went black. My life faded away... and... My life ended.... RE: the threads of fate have been strung; a life lost and a life gained - Amara - 03-23-2013
RE: the threads of fate have been strung; a life lost and a life gained - Corsair - 03-23-2013
RE: the threads of fate have been strung; a life lost and a life gained - Cosette - 03-23-2013
RE: the threads of fate have been strung; a life lost and a life gained - Vicer - 03-23-2013 The chestnut watched in horror as Alvilda failed to stand, the blood still flowing. Her cries of panic and fear terrified him more than anything ever had. He sank to his own knees, bending his neck over hers again in a fiercer embrace as if he could simply hold her together through force of will. The scent of blood stained the air in an invisible cloud. He couldn't speak. He could only hold her, eyes shut and already beginning to sting with tears. The place where her muzzle had touched him seemed to burn. He did this. It was his fault. If he had never gotten her pregnant, she would have been okay. Her pitiful pleas for him to stay finally roused Vicer from his stupor of horror. "I'm here." he tried to assure her, "I won't leave you. And I won't leave her." Amara. Their daughter. He would never leave her. Even now, the filly was stumbling to her dam's side, first words already making their hesitant way forth. He would have been amazed as her precociousness if the situation hadn't been so dire. He continued to hug Alvilda against him, chest pressed against her shoulder, feeling her heart begin to flutter weakly. As much as he wanted, prayed, for her to be okay, he knew deep down she wouldn't be seeing the next day. Alvilda began to scream again, lapsing into hysterics as her body began to shut down. He pressed himself to her side, trying to share some of his warmth with her. His mate was dying, and he couldn't do anything to help her. All he could do was try and lend a pitiful amount of support as she passed. No matter how much he willed it otherwise, her body was growing cold. She begged him not to let her leave. "I don't want you to go." he mumbled, throat clenching. "Please don't." And for the first time in his life, Vicer began to cry. He could feel her slipping away little by little. Her final words graced his ears, a final breath escaped her lips, and then nothing. The beach was silent for a heartbeat. And then, "Alvilda?" "Alvilda??" "ALVILDA!!!" The chestnut's body shook, and his head craned upwards to release a feral, wordless scream. The sound rang down the beach, a sound of pure grief and rage and sorrow and regret all rolled into one heart-rending cry. He continued to scream, bellow his anger at the mockingly beautiful sky, the waves that lapped hungrily at Alvilda's hooves, the sun that watched impassively from afar. With a high keen, his screech died away, leaving him slumped over her, sobbing quietly. He didn't register the approach of Corsair and Cosette. His touch caused him to jolt up, eyes manic and rage-filled, breathing hard. He looked at Corsair without seeing him, his mind still filled with blood and screams and a mare that begged him not to leave. Amara's plaintive cry finally brought him back to sanity, and he looked down at the filly who nudged up against his leg. "Mommy's not coming back." he said quietly, choking up.When Cosette spoke, he seemed to hear the two adults again, and nodded shakily at her offer of a surrogate. "That...would be nice. Thank you. Thank you both." He hoped that their birthing day wouldn't be as tragic. A squawk from above drew his attention. Seagulls were circling, the scent of blood drawing them. "Go away!" he screamed at them, mind slipping again. He wanted to guard her body until the end of time. But he had to guard their daughter too. He knew he would have to relinquish her to the elements eventually. He dreaded the thought. RE: the threads of fate have been strung; a life lost and a life gained - Amara - 03-23-2013
RE: the threads of fate have been strung; a life lost and a life gained - Corsair - 03-23-2013
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