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05-29-2014, 05:28 PM
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Torleik
The beard of glory... It was surreal watching a tiny little foal come from a much larger mare, something Torleik had never witnessed before. He was a fighter, not a midwife, and he'd never taken a mate, been wed to anyone, so he'd had no reason to observe a birth. And in those moments before he noticed everything about the child, he felt an indescribable kind of hope and love welling up within his chest. Until he saw the wings. Two, tiny little damp wings set atop the foal's shoulders. Two clear indicators howling at him that he was not the father. Where the love and hope had been was now a hollow black hole. A strange moment of clarity reached him about his previous encounter with Brisa, realizing too late that she'd never said with finality he was their father, just that he probably was. Being angry and scared, he'd accepted this logic, despite his initial suspicions that she'd run off and cavorted with someone else. Seems he should have listened to his gut, he thought with bitterness that he could taste in the back of his mouth. During this time it seemed others had arrived, one a pegasus mare, the other a unicorn mare he recognized from the Basin. Esther, if he remembered correctly. One of his soldiers. His glacial blue gaze searched for the culprit, the father, but found no sign of any pegasus stallion. "Fucking coward," he mentally growled, deciding that this male needed to be hunted down and beaten for his inability to even take responsibility for something he'd done. And with the advent of the other women, much more suited to having knowledge of this event than he, Torleik took a step back and allowed them to take over. He was reeling anyhow, with no idea how to handle what he was seeing, hearing and feeling. He'd let himself hope he would have a new family, and that hope was dashed on the ground before him by a pathetic, slimy little winged hybrid. And according to the women, there was to be another. He had to suffer this twice? Fate was certainly taking cruel pleasure in driving pinions of emptiness, pain and malice into his heart today. Brisa called out to him and Torleik stepped closer to her head, avoiding the child. Gently, he leaned down and touched his muzzle to her crown. "I am still here," he murmured, feeling his heart thud dully in his chest while he looked upon the small youngling again. If its current father's absence was any indication, it would grow up without one. The second child too, it seemed. He merely glanced at the pegasus mare when she greeted him, giving less than a shit about who she was at this moment. Torleik felt incapable of caring about anything right now. The second foal came out and something seemed to be wrong; Brisa said he was cold. He. It was a boy. The other, was it a boy too? Why did it matter. They weren't his. Still, he could not simply let a child die in front of him because he'd been tricked into thinking he might have been its father. Walking over, he pushed his muzzle into the little one's slimy face, nudging, nuzzling, trying to get it to respond. "Wake, little one..." he rumbled, willing it to open its eyes. This little foal was a life, and every life deserved the chance to flourish. Sad, how the joy of new life left him so dead inside. @[Brisa] @[Alysanne] @[Esther] "talk talk talk" |
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