Night after night [birth] [open]

Night after night [birth] [open]

Daenerys Posts: 41

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Mare :: Equine :: 14.2 hh :: 5

Cami

07-10-2012, 04:47 PM

DAENERYS
All I loved, I loved alone.

The pain was excruciating. Daenerys couldn’t remember how she had gotten there, but suddenly she found herself staggering between the trees of the Deep Forest. Her breathing was shallow, nares flared wide and nape dripping with cold sweat. The moon was sat high on the sky, looking down upon the mare with her kind, round face, but Dany hardly noticed anything around her. Heading for the heart of the land, to the large redwood at the center, she let herself drop down by the small, red pond. A groan escaped her, but she clenched her teeth, and for the first time since her son had been conceived, she felt strength growing in her body. With a single distressed whicker, she went into labor, bringing her long awaited son into this world.

Afterward, she rested exhausted on the ground for a moment, but movement at her hinds caused her to raise her head. With warmth in her thistle optics, she looked upon her son, the first-born, as he lay there gathering strength. He was petite, but as she let her muzzle massage his small body, she found him to be otherwise flawless. His skin was pink with white fur, almost transparent and he was infinitely vulnerable as he lay there, gazing up at her with big eyes. Those eyes; they were the spitting image of the ones her late brother Rhaegar had possessed, deep mulberry in color and with kindness in them. Her tongue cleaned him up, he crept closer to her for warmth and they laid there in blessed serenity for a moment.

Then Dany instinctively knew what she must do. With the remnants of her strength, she jolted to her feet, shaking her hide like a dog out of water. Turning her delicate head, she whinnied softly to her son, taking a few steps away from him as encouragement. First, the colt looked puzzled, but then he became aware of his legs and mimicked his dam. It took a couple of attempts for him to stand balanced, and he glanced proudly upon Daenerys before staggering over to her on stiff pillars. Touching his tiny muzzle to her flank, he sought for the source of life, greedily suckling when he reached his target. Dany nuzzled his rump softly, not thinking about anything else but the moment they had together, the exhaustion disappearing out of her conscience. She was strong, for her son, this tiny life that she had breathed air into and given to the world. The calm smile on her lips widened as the tension left her body, only leaving a soft ache, and the moonlight shone upon them, gleaming in their pale hides. For the first time in her life, she was truly happy.

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