Colt had taken note of the swelling of her sides, witnessing the growth of life from a distance despite the transformation taking hold of her body. She accepted such a fact at the early signs, knowing that from her crimes against purity she would be punished. Only this had been an unconscious desire, a need that she fulfilled within due time. She had been released, set free  from her sandy prison by the ebony mongrel. He merely wanted her to apologize, foolish as it was, but she still respected the man for his prowess and strength. Thinking that she lost to him leaves a bitter taste to her mouth, but she forces herself to swallow and keep her head up, one defeat could not bring imbalance.

One mistake Colt realized she had made was the fight, the brutality of their battle could easily have ruined the life inside of her, and she would not be surprised if she gave birth to a corpse or a distorted body. She assumed the latter for she had felt kicking naught but a few days ago, leading her to believe the child was at least alive. But its death would have been only a minor draw back, she was a woman after all. She was built to make children upon a whim, her body was crafted to deal with this bloated nature and the young life that grew within her womb. She was seen by men as a machine that they could stick their dicks into and watch it dispense an army. Producing another child to replace a deformed baby would be no trouble to her, and Colt quite enjoyed the sex.

She could take her pleasure and walk away with pride still in her step and dignity still in tact. Colt didn't need to be emotional, to get to know the man atop her, who dared to dominate the Emperor. They together forged the beast with eight legs and bore the burden of desire and false passion before slipping away into the darkest crevices to never again cross paths. It was a ritual Colt could see herself performing again. 

Today, Colt knew it was time. She could feel the restlessness of the babe within. Her body knew it too, because it began to ache and churn and expand, she felt anxious and unhappy. Colt moved herself into the most secluded space, panting and grunting as she hauls herself along into an area farthest away from everything, ears flat against her skull as she ambles along. The thought of exposing her child to such disgusting shit before it can even speak brings a burning rage to her body that leaves her trembling. Their mind would be molded by her and her alone, outside influence would taint them with thoughts and opinions that she could not support or allow. The child would be raised as she saw fit, she would feed it lies and manipulate it to create the perfect heir to the Empire. She would have no remorse for the children she bears, she would not ponder over her guilt of striking them or turning against them. They would live strictly by her rules and hers alone. Colt lowers herself to the ground within a short few seconds, crumbling and gasping as her body begins to strain itself. 

She pushes and heaves, feeling her body releasing the life it had been growing. But the pain does not end there, it continues even after the child has spilled from her, the pain carries on until the feeling repeats. Under the watch of these familiar trees, she learns that there was not one but two that had been taking up residence in her uterus. This loop that she's thrown through, it sends her into an annoyed and upset state. This wasn't planned, she'd only asked for one. The second follows closely after, graceful and spectacularly impressive for a newborn. Colt feels disgusting and groggy, hauling her weight up and sweeping herself around to view what she'd created. Purest onyx and marble grey pool side by side in a tangled mess, steel sights softening as she looks down at the small children. One is marked by death itself, the other has an obscure bald face, but each carries a blood splatter, a family mark. She bends down to clean them, lapping at their skin and letting her natural drive take hold of her. They are clean now, her tongue tasting of cold iron and sickening body fluids, she wants to rub it against tree bark to rid it of the foul taste. Colt presses her nose to both, pushing and urging for them to stand. 
"Rise, my children." Her voice is unexpectedly soft, cooing out a mother's gentle tone. It makes Colt sick. 

"TALK TALK TALK"