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08-03-2016, 01:34 PM
GAUCHO
And I'd bring you further roses but it does you no good
And I'd bring you further roses but it does you no good
The dun merely grunted in response to Sikeax's advice. The feeling of relief was too strong at having her arrive too quickly for him to digest the snippet of knowledge that could later assist him. Besides, surely severing the cord and skin-bag was the duty of the mother? Unless she was literally incapable of doing so, Gaucho couldn't imagine a situation where that responsibility would fall to him. Still, should it happen, he had been warned.
Unlike during the births of his previous children, Gaucho's muzzle did not extend downwards towards Nyx following her labour. There was no love between the two, though perhaps some sort of congratulations were in order. She had done well to conceive, grow, and deliver the two twins which law sprawled upon the sands, but her attention seemed to be on the foals now, not on him. Assss it sssshould be. Mara thought smugly in his thoughts, keeping her dark eyes peeled for signs of Sohalia on the horizon.
Finally her eyes do seek out his, and she asks if he would like to name the babes. Has he ever been included in the naming process? He doesn't think so ... both Ampere and Sohalia had taken that responsibility onto themselves. Pondering, the dun stepped forward. His large black muzzle dipped low to inspect both bodies tumbled onto the sands.
The boy, the first born of the two, appeared strong. Gaucho's thoughts flickered to Rhoa, Ivezho, Zero, and Hawk ... were any of them strong? Perhaps in their own rights, but not in the way that this boy already threatened to be. Gaucho's lips parted in a secret smile as he nudged the boy's withers with his bone-pierced nose. "Arakh" he offered softly, but decisively, his steely gaze following the curves of the boy's budding horns. The dun cast a glance to Nyx as he repeated the word. "Arakh. Means a blade that is curved."
Next his attention turned to the filly. She was like her brother in that they were both horned and winged creatures, but there was something different about her. Something that did not resonate with any of her other siblings despite their common heritage. His muzzle lowered to her shoulder as well, scenting the deathly bag which had almost taken her life still clinging to her skin. Exhaling a breath onto her, the dun lifted his black lips back up and regarded her with a pride smile reserved only for his daughters. "Esinakh..." Another word from his native tongue. "Means something different .. unique."
Unlike during the births of his previous children, Gaucho's muzzle did not extend downwards towards Nyx following her labour. There was no love between the two, though perhaps some sort of congratulations were in order. She had done well to conceive, grow, and deliver the two twins which law sprawled upon the sands, but her attention seemed to be on the foals now, not on him. Assss it sssshould be. Mara thought smugly in his thoughts, keeping her dark eyes peeled for signs of Sohalia on the horizon.
Finally her eyes do seek out his, and she asks if he would like to name the babes. Has he ever been included in the naming process? He doesn't think so ... both Ampere and Sohalia had taken that responsibility onto themselves. Pondering, the dun stepped forward. His large black muzzle dipped low to inspect both bodies tumbled onto the sands.
The boy, the first born of the two, appeared strong. Gaucho's thoughts flickered to Rhoa, Ivezho, Zero, and Hawk ... were any of them strong? Perhaps in their own rights, but not in the way that this boy already threatened to be. Gaucho's lips parted in a secret smile as he nudged the boy's withers with his bone-pierced nose. "Arakh" he offered softly, but decisively, his steely gaze following the curves of the boy's budding horns. The dun cast a glance to Nyx as he repeated the word. "Arakh. Means a blade that is curved."
Next his attention turned to the filly. She was like her brother in that they were both horned and winged creatures, but there was something different about her. Something that did not resonate with any of her other siblings despite their common heritage. His muzzle lowered to her shoulder as well, scenting the deathly bag which had almost taken her life still clinging to her skin. Exhaling a breath onto her, the dun lifted his black lips back up and regarded her with a pride smile reserved only for his daughters. "Esinakh..." Another word from his native tongue. "Means something different .. unique."
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