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12-28-2015, 03:04 PM
Anzanie
Nothing splendid was ever created in cold blood.
Heat is required to forge anything.
Every great accomplishment is the story of a flaming heart.
Heat is required to forge anything.
Every great accomplishment is the story of a flaming heart.
Life. It was a hard concept for anybody to consider, particularly when they were the ones bringing a new one into this world...
Anzanie swayed like a whale through the sands of the Endless Blue, letting her immense weight sink into the soft grains and wash through her. Even though Orangemoon was now deep-set into the environment, the long blue water and sands allowed Anzanie to believe that she was giving her first life to her people, back in her old homeland. This was the closest she could get to them. Silently, she felt the ebbing pains contracting within her and she turned her still lean neck towards the lump, watching it kick and writhe. No sound came from her soft veleteens whilst the pains eminated through her splashed body. She may be young and naive, but she had regal upbringing and a high pain tolerance threshold.
But soon, even the noises of the waves lapping tantalisingly were no match for the next pains that began. They made her stumble to the ground, sand dust sprouting through the air and covering her as she kicked and heaved. The ordeal, well, it was unbearable. But what could she do? It was her fault...
"Misael, I want you here..." A distressed Anzanie called out to the sands, hoping for the chance that he may miraculously stray into her life once more to witness the birth of their child.
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[OOC: At this point the baby will be born for all others to see. I wasn't gonna be gruesome and play it out ;D]
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Anzanie swayed like a whale through the sands of the Endless Blue, letting her immense weight sink into the soft grains and wash through her. Even though Orangemoon was now deep-set into the environment, the long blue water and sands allowed Anzanie to believe that she was giving her first life to her people, back in her old homeland. This was the closest she could get to them. Silently, she felt the ebbing pains contracting within her and she turned her still lean neck towards the lump, watching it kick and writhe. No sound came from her soft veleteens whilst the pains eminated through her splashed body. She may be young and naive, but she had regal upbringing and a high pain tolerance threshold.
But soon, even the noises of the waves lapping tantalisingly were no match for the next pains that began. They made her stumble to the ground, sand dust sprouting through the air and covering her as she kicked and heaved. The ordeal, well, it was unbearable. But what could she do? It was her fault...
"Misael, I want you here..." A distressed Anzanie called out to the sands, hoping for the chance that he may miraculously stray into her life once more to witness the birth of their child.
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[OOC: At this point the baby will be born for all others to see. I wasn't gonna be gruesome and play it out ;D]
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