I huffed about, my legs growing weak underneath my overgrown womb. Why had this happened? Why had I been so stupid to get pregnant with a child that I would never have the time to take care of? I was so stupid, without thinking before I acted. But I loved him. He was my mate; my everything. I would make the King of my world happy, for it was his child, born of royal aspects. I would give birth to this child, even if it meant leaving my own soul to die.

I carried on, and after a while, I thought I could actually make it, to a cozy warm birthing bed. But my legs flailed about underneath me and I finally gave out. I struggled to redeem myself, but I could not, it was like the gravity of Earth was pushing all its weight against me, so I gave up, letting my frame lay there in the snow. As soon as I felt the jolt of pain flow through my wary bones, I knew what happening. I was giving birth! But this was not right. This was bad. I was giving birth too early, in the middle of the frozen seasons and it wasn’t good at all. The foal would shiver to death, its poor little fragile body freezing until it couldn’t move to gain its first steps. I had to stop myself.

I tried to get to my feet, but my body was still nailed to the Earth’s surface and there was no chance that I was getting up anytime soon. Yes, I was giving birth to a foal in the middle of winter! Curse my bad luck. If the foal was weak, it would not live, and if it did not live – what would my King say? Would he ask me what had happened to my womb? Why had it decreased in size, and I still bring no foal home? Would he be upset if I told him that the little body inside that I had carried around long enough, had pasted in the dead of winter?

My womb was becoming painful and now the warm blood stained the once-cleansed snow. I heaved and I heaved, and when I thought about giving up, I felt relief as a little thud came from behind my rump. I let my frame lay still in the snow for a moment, my weak legs unable to lift my body up. But when I finally was able to gain my stance, I almost fell back down in astonishment. Nothing was wrong with the foal, but one thing. She had a horn. We were royal, equines. How the fuck did I have a horned foal?! Something is messed up. It must just be a birth defect, seeing as she was born early. But… THE FUCK?! I don’t even know what to do with this thing.

I couldn’t just leave her there, so I picked her up by the neck (I’d seen wolves do it, why can’t I?) once I had cleaned her and took her to a cozy cave. I didn’t know what would become of her, and I didn’t really care. I would have to tell the King that it was a mistake, I was too weak and the wolves got a hold of the foal. But I have no scratches… Well, I’ll take care of that on my way back.

I took off at dead speed to the empire, leaving the filly behind to defend herself.

[This is just Fawna's mother giving birth, but the next posts will be Fawna. c: @[Parelia]]