White December

She had almost fallen asleep, the peaceful day and the warmth the egg provided against her cheek a comfort. Almost. The sound of rustling caught her attention, ears flicking in the direction of the sound while her eyes remained closed, only assuming a fellow herd member was passing by. Only when the noise grew louder did steel eyes look out, and the faint ruff of the mutt was what she heard before seeing her. Without a second thought dials pinned to her skull, eyes narrowing and teeth baring to warn off the potential predator, until she realized it was the familiar hellhound that had been at Rostislav's side. Relaxing her expression back to its usual pose, she nodded to the dog in apology, before shifting to look at the following male. At the sight of him she blinked, before slowly bringing herself to her feet, abandoning her precious cargo quickly to investigate her friend. Without thinking, her face approached his, moving it closer to fully inspect the scratch along his cheek, along with the nick in his ear.

Her breaths were soft, and she tried her best to avoid breathing on him, taking in the damage thoughtfully. Eyes flitting to and fro, she deemed that they would heal with time, and that nothing serious was to be made of it. With that in mind she pulled away, turning herself back towards her egg and flicking her ears back to him, speaking in her usual tone as she began to make herself more comfortable, "Get in a little spat did we?" Her ivory build landed with a minor thud next to the nest, eyes back on him as he asked her a question, a shrug soon gracing her withers. She had no idea. She didn't understand how things like this were supposed to work, and so she could only look at the creamy specimen, nose softly touching it again to let the creature within know that she had returned, should it worry. She didn't know if it felt emotions yet when inside the chamber, but she couldn't help but feel that she should assumed it could, just in case.

As if in response to her touch, a minor twitch caused the egg to wiggle. Pausing at the sensation she stared, looking at it for a moment in an attempt to see if she had been hallucinating, or if the creature was finally ready to enter the world. There was nothing, and she was about to deem it all in her head when another abrupt wiggle brought her back, staring intently as it began to rock back in forth. It kept an even tempo, rocking to and fro a few times, before an abrupt crack filled the air. Without thinking December was standing, pacing frantically (as frantically as she could look with her stoic expression), waiting with baited breath for life to emerge from the shell.

A few more cracks, and constant wiggling, the egg seemed to explode, pieces of the debris flying in every direction, only to reveal a small, hooved bundle of fluff in its wake. It had long ears and neck, its fur a slightly ashy grey color, with a short tail and thick coat, almost like a sheep's. But, this wasn't a sheep, something different, and December couldn't fight back the tender smile that curled on her lips. Steel eyes softened as she gazed down at the little thing, instantly in love with the wet bundle. Without thinking she began to clean it, him, removing the birthing goop and excess shell, and attempting to clean the soft fur that lie beneath it. Her warm breath was gentle, and calm against his skin, and she could suddenly feel another presence in her mind, one that obviously wasn't her. With each stroke of her tongue, a warm sensation filled her, one that didn't originate from her, but from him.

He took comfort in her work, enjoying the warmth and tenderness she offered, and she couldn't help but feel her own joy swell within her. He responded to it almost instantly, opening large brown eyes to look up at her, staring deeply into her gaze before letting out a soft bleat. It was the bleat that made her fall in love with him. A smile, so soft and tender, and so very strange looking upon her maw, formed instantly, and with a few more licks she deemed him clean, taking the time to use her muzzle and encouraged him to stand on his own, to let him get used to his little cloven hooves. How she loved this boy already, with his mule-like ears and large brown eyes, but what should she name him? He needed one, for he obviously didn't know one for himself, otherwise he would have told her; wouldn't he? The minutes felt like eons as she searched her mind for something, anything that would suit him. She was not good with names, never had been, and so thinking of one now was quite the challenge.

"Carl," she mused, dark eyes watching the llama finally grasp the concept of standing, and nod his head definitively. When the word escaped her, he instantly looked up to meet her gaze, watching with a rather stoic expression. The fact he had held one so well, just like she, caused another small smile to grace her complexion. This was most likely the first and last time she would ever smile so much. They looked at each other for what felt like ages, both refusing to break the stare, but also just taking in who the other was, imprinting the image in their mind and tucking it away into their memories. The small contest ended however, when newly name Carl blinked his large eyes, before letting the smallest of snorts to escape him, and moving beneath December's bulk, where he leaned against one of her legs and sat, staring at the company and watching intently, not entirely knowing how to react to them.

The mare only stared at him, watching his every move, not daring to shift from her position once he was comfortable. She had felt nothing like this before, not for anyone. The feelings she had felt when with Miykael were the closest she could describe to this, but even then those were more intense and fast, something that she didn't know if it would last forever. But this, this feeling she had with Carl, that was something she knew would live beyond her life. Without thinking, her muzzle dipped down to the little llama's face, tenderly brushing against it and breathing him in, enjoying the scent of him and what he was, feeling finally complete, in her own way. Finally remembering that she had company, she lifted her head smoothly, meeting Rostislav's eyes for only a moment, before looking back down to Carl calmly, "This is Rostislav. He is a friend of ours. His companion is right there. That is what you are Carl; my companion."

She nodded after that, letting Carl inspect them both briefly, before returning his attention back to her feathered limb. Brown eyes were intent on the specimen, flicking to and fro before seeming to flicker as a decision had been made in the babe's mind. Without another thought, tiny jaws opened, before clamping tightly shut on a part of her leg, digging in to leave quite the mark. A shot of pain rose through her leg, causing a surprised groan to escape her, and she could only watch as the llama tumbled back suddenly at the pain he had felt too, watching in surprise as blood trickled down her leg. He was fascinated by the red liquid, it now stained on his ashy muzzle, and because of the connection in their mind, December noticed it too, staring at him in utter bewilderment. Just what the fuck was he trying to do? It was then that she could sense it, the primal need for sustenance coming from the smaller creature, it nagging in his mind and making him thirst for something to eat. But why had his first reaction been to try and eat her damn leg?

Moving herself slightly to the right she circled him, watching him keep her gaze as she did so, before looking around for something for him to eat. Surely he could eat grass by now, he had teeth, so why didn't get go to try that first? Snorting, she lowered her head, brushing a few blades of grass with her lips and watching him intently, tugging a few and beginning to chew to show him how it was done. When she swallowed her mouthful she nodded to him, speaking in that deep matter of fact tone, "This is what you eat. Not my leg."

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Tag: Rosti
OOC: Carl has made his way into the world people!! Also wtf dat word count. )>