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06-04-2012, 12:00 PM
(This post was last modified: 07-24-2012, 05:00 AM by Cassiopeia.)
He arrived, and suddenly an immense burden was annulled from her being. Succinctly, her arduous breathing lessened as she peered up at him with eager sapphire eyes. She reached out to touch him with her velvety maw, a quivering sigh rushing from her nares. She allowed a faint smile to evince her content before yet another contraction caused her to wince at the sudden pain. It was time to push, and she did. Vibrant irises were shut away as she did what instinct commanded of her. Suddenly, her eyes widened with pain and surprise as two hooves pressed through the birth canal. The precipitation had started up again: a steady current of soothing water descended down upon her comely frame. The foal's plush muzzle emerged, followed by the remainder of her small, dainty head. The blue roan shuddered through several severe contractions, legs flailing occasionally in the ocean tide, and ultimately the most grueling part was over with. One final push was all it took. The lanky haunches and hind legs slipped through, and a alarmed filly now laid sprawled out in the sand. Gasping for breath, she got her first hazy introduction to the world. Cassiopeia hoisted her head into the air and unrestrainedly admired the frail beauty that was her daughter, unparalleled happiness coursing through her. She looked up at Azzuen, the corners of her charcoal lips tilted skyward. "We did it, Azzuen. We have a daughter." She paused, azure tinged optics then focused upon Cirrus. "A beautiful daughter." She folded her wings neatly atop her back whilst lifting her tired body to stand. She lowered her muzzle down to the leggy young pegasus, nuzzling her lovingly. Her warm breath poured over her feeble figure as she inhaled her pure newborn aroma. She groomed her, tongue running along her damp body with long decisive licks intended to clear away the residue, especially around her eyes and nose. She bore a resemblance to a spider, her knot of a body in the center of four long, spindly legs. But she was beautiful, probably the most beautiful, innocent thing she had ever laid eyes upon. "Cirrus." She whispered to the filly as she caressed her in a tender manner. |
