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10-09-2015, 11:37 AM
Aylin moonlight burns out all but the brightest stars There are too many that arrive, too many that are present for the birth of your first child, but the one you want to be there the most isn't. Fear clenches in your chest and makes it hard for you to breathe. Where is Knox? Why isn't he here? "Its okay, Milo..." You whisper to your child even though it is more of an attempt to make yourself feel better about Knox's absence. Milo. His name falls from your lips and you smile to yourself. Unlike Knox you don't believe and you haven't believed that the child you were carrying was a girl. You hoped and wished for a son and had picked out his name when you had finally come to accept that you were going to be a mother. "Aylin?" Your head lifts and your silvery eyes look in the direction your name had come from. "Where's Knox?" You whisper. "He was supposed to be here..." He promised he would stay. Still more appear, their scents are ones that you don't know and being a new mother it makes you nervous. You move your body to shield your precious child from those around you, but they seem to be paying little attention to you. You hear Knox's voice but there is something wrong about it. You hear Archibald's harsh commands, hear another woman's voice, the calmer voice of another stallion and it is all too much for you. You're shaking, nervous, ready to yell at all of them to go away and leave you with your child, but then you hear the sweetest voice to ever grace your ears. "Mimna." A sob catches in your throat and you lean your head down to nuzzle your child. Mimna. "Milo..." You whisper as you continue to ignore everyone around you and the fact that black sludge is beginning to drip from your nose onto your child. "." |
