Everything seemed to happen to her when she was in her beloved Frostbreath Steppe. Tallsun was hot, and it burned at her swollen sides like a furnace; sending her north for comfort. Though there was no snow to give her release, she still appreciated the cooler breeze that only frequented the northern lands. Her breathing had grown heavy from exertion; when you were carrying a child atop your own weight; exercise became harder. She was certain that this babe was much larger than Meria had been. She was about to lay down for a rest when the first contraction hit. It hit so hard that the mare stumbled, crumbling to her front knees and huffing out in pain. She didn't have time to recover when the next ripple hit her ivory frame, causing a sharp snort to leave her. Well, she supposed it was going to happen at some point.
Without another thought she was on her side, attempting to even out her breathing and ignoring the pain tearing her up inside. She had remembered that it had hurt a lot with Meria the first time as well, and that with time it would soon numb out. Carl was sent to fetch Miykael at once, and she continued with her breathing in order to keep herself focused. Yet this was harder than her last labor, and though she couldn't figure out why she pressed on; grunting and groaning with each painstaking contraction until it was time for her to push. And when she pushed; damn did that hurt the most. So badly a scream ripped from her dark maw, and in her emotionally weak state she began to panic. Something was wrong; this wasn't right. No matter how much she tried to convince herself to remain calm her breathing grew rapid, and she soon became scared of when the next push was needed.
Yet her body did not stop for worry; it was working on instinct now, and so she pushed against her will and once again screamed. Her insides felt as if they were being torn, severed and broken by whatever was inside her. If she didn't know better she would think a demon was summoning itself within her womb. With each following push her pain only increased, and soon her voice grew hoarse from the screams ripping from her throat. She was tired, so ready to be done and to rest for a little while. Yet it seemed that there was still more to come, for even after one large push a body was out; her contractions did not stop. Despite her body fighting her she turned, looking at the baby caked in the red of her blood and sporting their own red coat. A girl; with wings clinging to her back. No wonder it had hurt so badly.
When another contraction hit she snarled, baring her teeth because dammit; the baby was out and she should be done. Unless... by some strange fate there was not just one. Looking to her first born with worried eyes she began to clean, trying to fight through the pain of childbirth to clean her babe before she seemed to be dry. Soon she was pushing again and crying; because it hurt so much more than with Merialeth that she didn't think she could make it through. As her body fought to bring forth the second life, she found that her body was growing tired rapidly. The blood between her legs wasn't stopping, and she was loosing feeling in her hind legs. Whether it was the panic or her body shutting down she didn't know, but her world was growing darker and the second child wasn't even fully out yet.
It took the last of her conscious energy to push the second babe out, and when its steaming body hit the air she tried to get to it. Her hind legs weren't moving, she didn't even know if they were still on her body to be honest. Whickering softly, she used her front hooves to push herself back in hopes of reaching the small frame. Yet even as the patched form wiggled, she was losing consciousness, and just as her dark velvet brushed against the wet grullo fur her mind went black.
Talking.
OOC: Let Miykael, Vynter & Fenyx post first, then all welcome!
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