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07-18-2016, 02:23 PM
 She had never witnessed the miracle of birth—always afraid, terrified, and quartered against the memory of her own jilted childhood as she was—and had therefore hidden away to suffer her insecurities alone. What about the burden of children, of creatures grown and birthed from love, made mothers so lonely, so lost? Her own mother had slowly deteriorated before her… a shell that crumbled away until all that remained was a memory of dark and broken eyes, warm in their defeat. Essetia didn’t feel so entirely absent, just scattered. Everything was happening at breakneck speeds and it was all she could do to keep up -trusting him- in the face of the mounting storm. Her life was climaxing at great heights and as she pulsed and writhed through the pains of the next generation, she could only smile. Her flanks were slick from her efforts and she felt strangled by it all, by Ulrik’s scent, his words, his motions to comfort her, it all seemed too much to bear… until it wasn’t. Beneath a shadow of awe and doubt the new mother watched as her accomplishments flashed soundlessly before her, her soft warbling waxing and waning tiredly. He was such a beautiful creature, her son, and certainly deserving of the life she’d provided… but Essetia felt helpless and weak. Did she deserve the life she’d built them both? Was this absolute terror natural? The colt was stunning -a perfect blend of Spy and Engineer- and Essetia couldn’t imagine a more perfect creature. She tried more than once to overcome the trembling waves of agony that promised to incapacitate her once again despite the vision that existed before her. What then? Was there no relief from the bitter titles of motherhood? “ She didn’t have the strength. She didn’t want to continue. She wanted to give up. For a moment she pictured the emotionless stare of her own dam. She tried to picture what she’d looked like after leaving the mortal world for happiness beyond… and then she fought. In one last attempt to beat the darkness hedging her vision, Essetia pushed. Her daughter was much like her son, a picture painted to perfection, but as she blinked, the world became dark and unforgiving. Rest was an inevitable force however, and so Essetia closed her eyes hoping to find the strength to open them and find happiness in the life she’d created. |
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