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04-14-2015, 04:29 PM
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The night sky was dark, oddly devoid of the moon that the angel was so used to seeing. Her bi-colored eyes searched the stars restlessly, as though in their spread lay the answers to her questions, her anxieties, her fears. She was particularly uneasy this evening as she paced to and fro along the edges of the little lake, waiting, watching... But what was she waiting for? She had returned to her lover's open wings and, like so many times before, they had easily agreed to forgive and forget. She had extracted his promise, his sworn word that he was hers, and hers alone. She had returned to the Dragon's Throat and spent her pregnancy in solitude, using the time to think of the past, to plan for the future... and yet still, she was unsatisfied. There was so much more for her ahead, more to do and more to be - and yet again, here she was, trapped behind her stronger, more competent Sultan and forever following in his footsteps. When would she make a name for herself? When would anyone see her as an individual, rather than the WildFire's more graceful, more loquacious half? The pains started gradually, building and cresting as they had so many times before, crawling from her belly along her sides and to her spine. She continued her pacing, ignoring them for a while, until finally the spurring pangs of labor forced her to her knees. She did not make a sound save for the occasional grunt; rather, this time she chose to grit her teeth and ride it out. There would be no solace in the presence of her mate or any friends, for they were all long gone, having either left for good or gone temporarily on a mission. She had distanced herself for a reason - tonight, she had something to prove. The birth was easy, as it is when one has done it so many times. Astreaus circled on silent sparks above, a marker for any who cared to see the Transcended's new offspring. He did not alight, even after, as the angel heaved herself to her feet and set herself to the task of cleaning the twins. -Twins again,- he commented silently through the bond, as though questioning whether he should be pleased. Indeed, she replied, equally silent. They are stronger this time, though. And so it was: both appeared healthy, and the dove breathed a sigh of relief. "Up now, young ones," she encouraged softly, her voice a gentle echo across the surface of the water. "Let us show them all how strong we are." "Talk talk talk." @[name] |
| Sohalia Don't wanna leave this life knowing I barely tried... |
