In the coolness of the dying day, the sun slowly creeping back into the shadows, a breeze whistled through the forest and pierced the petite ears of the clouded vixen. Her body heavy with her unborn, weak from carrying the weight to and fro every corner of the lands. She silently cursed herself, throwing obscenities and blasphemy into her mind that was curling and twisting in frustration. The dry herbage sought no refuge for her tired daggers, wearing themselves down into the ground. Within her whirlwind of staggered emotions she could feel the breeze tousling her silks and pulling her down. Or was it the pain? The pain had begun to cling to her sweating pelt, biting at her with the ferociousness of a predator.

Seiren was then unable to keep her whimpers silent, every so often letting out a small snort of pain. Why did it have to be today of all days, she thought coldly. Unlike the do-gooders of the Edge herd that were too nice for their own good, the pretty, sinister femme was not going to take this as pay back for a beautiful child. It was an inconvience, particularly considering what she had had to do to get into this sitatuation. Was it all in vain? Pushing these thoughts aside she concentrated on keeping on her pillars, they were sturdy but did not feel strong enough to take the situation. The elements were playing their part, keeping Seiren fairly cool but didn't refrain the sweat from pouring out of her. W

With one final scream of pain that could have woken up the entire land, she fell to the ground, reaching out with her daggers and pulling in the terra firma from underneath her through moments of respite from the pain. Why now?! she repeated to herself, before feeling herself go numb and quiet...

*AFTER BIRTH*

The piercing whinnies of an unfamiliar voice brought her back to the surface. The petite warrioress felt the weight disappear from her, and in triumph she stood back upon her daggers, and turned to face the new voice. It was her child. Her Ghost. In awe and bewilderment, with feelings that nothing could describe, she took in the appearance. The little filly was of a striking charcoal pelt, even underneath her newly born appearance this was clear. Her horn peeked through, but as of yet bore no real character. This will emerge in time she almost hoped. Cloven onyx daggers and obsidian orbs that were similar to Seiren's, but there was something else that caught her gaze - wings. Oh shit! The shock and shame of the feature caught her off guard, and in the midst of the moment the clouded dame threw up her crown and and snorted. What am I going to do? Her thoughts wandered to the rest of the herd, and by doing so herself. They were horned creatures, no wretched wings or anything associated with the lower species.

Slowly she reached in to her child, unable to hide a feeling of disgust swell within her. Wings, fucking wings!
"I can't do this." Her decision was made, as much as the mother-child bond sealed them together, the vixen could not handle the fact that she was bringing an impure creature into the herd.