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09-09-2014, 11:19 PM
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The angel flew, soaring out of a setting Sun, perching delicately on the clouds set afire by His light; her ivory pelt reflected the myriad colors of the evening sky. Red and orange and pink and purple danced across her features, refining the lines of her face and highlighting the fierce pride that was present in her eyes. She was proud of her herd, proud of her family, and most of all, proud of herself. The feeling had blossomed with the acquisition of the dragons that prowled along her brow, twining with her silken mane until the circlet was a part of her. It had grown then, as she was accepted by the herd and acclaimed by the Sultana with whom she shared the throne; and, finally, it had flourished under the loving gaze of the WildFire, who had blessed her not only with his devotion (as far as he could give it) but also with new life. Her stomach was round and full, the skin stretched taut as she flew carefully toward the island. She had progressed beyond the stage of simply looking as though she could stand to remove clover form her diet and into the glowing beauty of full pregnancy. It truly was lovely on the form of the petite dove, who beamed with pride any time anyone mentioned her growing belly. She landed carefully on a particularly flat stretch of meadow surrounded by blooming cherry trees. The pink blossoms lent a sweet scent to the breeze, and she took a moment to enjoy the warmth of the Sun's last rays. It was not as cold on Caela Insula as it was on the mainland, for the island was god-touched, insulated by a magic far greater than anything she had ever known. The pristine landscape was one that she had come to enjoy immensely, particularly as the days below grew shorter and colder, reminding them all of the coming Frostfall. After a moment, the Sultana lowered her head to the emerald grasses swaying beneath her feet, deciding to take advantage of the moment alone to graze. Her teeth cropped the grass and she chewed thoughtfully, basking in the glory of the god-place and the warmth and the peace of it all, reminiscing on the glory of the last several weeks and the absolute joy that had encompassed her. "Talk talk talk." @[name] [OOC | This thread is pre-birth, as I didn't quite get around to doing a lot with her between conception and BABIES. But I wanted to show off pregnant Soh, so here she is! Open to any and all. :) ] |
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