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[OPEN] well, shit.

Nephele Posts: 82
Dragon's Throat Guardian atk: 4.5 | def: 8.5 | dam: 7.5
Mare :: Pegasus :: 16.3 :: 7 HP: 64.0 | Buff: NOVICE
Atreus :: Lammergeier :: None Nova
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The Fury of Fire


Oh how she should of known, how utterly careless she was!  There are a hundred other less appropriate words which flew around her mind as she grazed near the oasis, her tail lashed against her flanks as she toed closer and closer to the water's edge. She wasn't a doe eyed filly with naive innocence as an excuse, blind to the consequences of when one decided to have a little roll around in the hay with devilish stallions, or rather, one very handsome Sultan. If the thought of tiny hooves had invaded her lust fueled mind, she might've caught herself in time, and she wouldn't be where she was now.

Pregnant.

At first there had been a small twinge of denial from the amazonian. She simply had eaten her weight in tallsun fruits and was paying the price, her ass was fat because she'd eaten too much and not flown enough. That's what she'd told herself until her barrel expanded beyond simply dipping her hand into the metaphorical cookie jar after 12am on a mad munchie streak. No, she was pregnant. Pregnant to her Sultan no less, what would the herd think? No doubt when the foal came along, it would look every ounce like it's father's child. If Ampere came back? What of Sohalia? She certainly had no intention of competing with them for Gaucho's tender affection's, it had been a fun tussle to make patrol just that much more fun.

The thoughts plagued her and drove her to frustration, a loud snort erupted from her pierced nose as she tried to push them all to the side. Use her fat ass for something good and haul all the nasty, negative, berating thoughts off of a mental cliff and stamp on the clinging hooves of the ones that desperately tried to remain.


Instead, the negative thoughts changed and became ones of worry. She'd never been pregnant before, she'd never swelled with life, never given birth to it. She'd been a wild filly and a wilder mare, her child no doubt — or children. The sudden thought was a cold wake up, like iced water from the basin dropped on her head, Gaucho was notorious for siring twins. She'd heard as much, and seen it, all the various shades of dun on colts and fillies as they bounded around the throat speaking the language their Sultan did. "Well, shit." She cried out loud, wings flared to accompany her outburst. She hoped she wasn't in possession of twins growing within her inexperienced womb.

One would be wild enough, the thought picked up from moments before the stark stone was dropped, two would be courting chaos.

How her mother had dealt with her, she'd never know. She'd never get to ask, considering her mother was no more bones laid to rest in the thistle meadow, her ghost soaring in the lands beyond thier capability to understand. Her advice would of been music to her ears, and her company and expertise an invaluable asset as she spent the days getting wider and wider.

Her obsidian hooves reached the water, the cold liquid a welcome relief to her dark pelt. Neph exhaled a confused sigh, and stepped forward until her legs were submerged and allowed herself to relish the water some more. She probably looked a sight, she noted, to those grazing and idling around the only source of respite in the throat. If she was going to be grounded and effectively off of warrioress duty, she may as well enjoy her maternity leave as much as she could. So with that thought in mind, she trudged deeper and deeper, legs lifting in small jumps and allowing it to take her heart with it. Deeper she went, until her wings spread to help keep her float as she splashed across the oasis. Her pregnant form an amusing sight for those looking out into the churning waters.





Love, my territory of kisses and volcanoes.


open thread! come hang with a pregnant and confused Nephele.

“She was beautiful, but she was beautiful in the way a forest fire was beautiful: something to be admired from a distance, not up close.” 

― Terry Pratchett
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Messages In This Thread
well, shit. - by Nephele - 07-30-2016, 11:01 PM
RE: well, shit. - by Sabia - 07-31-2016, 01:12 AM
RE: well, shit. - by Nephele - 08-07-2016, 11:23 AM
RE: well, shit. - by Sabia - 08-09-2016, 01:42 AM

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