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10-14-2015, 10:23 PM
Only the dead have seen the end of war.
Confusion swarms his face as his lover pins her ears at him and backs away. Yes, he had been blunt and terse— but certainly it did not warrant the rage and contempt that was distorting her beautiful face. “NO!” Her exclamation took him aback— was him accompanying her to the Basin really that abhorrent? “Alright, Rex. Calm dow—” his irritation at her overreaction was interrupted as she started spewing hateful words. Child? She had his child? A strange sensation twisted and soared in his gut. “What are you—” he cuts off.
Oh.
Oh.
It was more than a cough.
His ears flick backwards in uncertainty. There was no foal. Only sickness. And vibrating hostility radiating from her. Her face twisted, eyes spitting venom. Her small hooves churned the earth, preparing to tear at him. He took a hesitant step towards her, at a loss for what to do. “Rexanna, my love, come back to me,” his rumbled words were lost, futile even. He did not know how to fight this unseen enemy.
Perhaps touch? If she felt him, surely it would shatter whatever demons plagued her. He took another, more purposeful step to her, muzzle outstretched. He reaches his broad maw to her delicate, slime-stained one. His caress, his scent must be able to break this. Right?
The movement sent a gush of ruby blood from his ears and a pounding sensation in his skull. The only response to the pain was an increase in the lines around his eyes— he had more concerning matters at hand than his headache and cramping abdomen. Even the raw, burned flesh on his haunches had none of his attention. “Please,” his pained voice whispers from his stretching lips, “do not speak of a child of ours like this.”
Oh.
Oh.
It was more than a cough.
His ears flick backwards in uncertainty. There was no foal. Only sickness. And vibrating hostility radiating from her. Her face twisted, eyes spitting venom. Her small hooves churned the earth, preparing to tear at him. He took a hesitant step towards her, at a loss for what to do. “Rexanna, my love, come back to me,” his rumbled words were lost, futile even. He did not know how to fight this unseen enemy.
Perhaps touch? If she felt him, surely it would shatter whatever demons plagued her. He took another, more purposeful step to her, muzzle outstretched. He reaches his broad maw to her delicate, slime-stained one. His caress, his scent must be able to break this. Right?
The movement sent a gush of ruby blood from his ears and a pounding sensation in his skull. The only response to the pain was an increase in the lines around his eyes— he had more concerning matters at hand than his headache and cramping abdomen. Even the raw, burned flesh on his haunches had none of his attention. “Please,” his pained voice whispers from his stretching lips, “do not speak of a child of ours like this.”
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