Mind Over Matter [Birthing Thread]

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[OPEN] Mind Over Matter [Birthing Thread]

Torleik the Bloodskald Posts: 354

Outcast atk: 4.5 | def: 8.0 | dam: 7.5

Stallion :: Unicorn :: 16.3 :: 11 HP: 66.5 | Buff: SWIFT

Irelyn :: Plain Griffin :: Molten Dagger RedGod

#12

06-27-2014, 04:52 PM

TORLEIK
Long is the winter of a man's soul

The Bloodskald had taken a few steps back to allow the women to do their work. He knew nothing of childbirth, nor child rearing - save for perhaps what he'd learned trying to raise Irelyn - and he felt out of place trying to help.

And why should he help? These children were not his, this woman incapable of keeping her tail down in her emotional distress. He had been a fool to think anything good might have come from giving in to hormones and lust, giving in to the weakness of his heart.

The females were helping the little one that had come out unmoving, and finally, after what seemed like ages, the younger twin stirred. A barely-registered, muted sense of relief made his limbs tingle knowing he would witness no death today. Torleik did not smile at the thought of a dead child and a grieving mother when he had nothing inside to offer for such a tragic situation.

Time is spent cleaning the children, observing them, making sure they will be all right. Torleik remained off to the side, saying nothing, doing nothing, only watching. He wanted to know their names, though for what purpose, he did not know. A moniker to attach the hate he wanted to feel? No. He could not hate these children; it was not their fault.

Hell, it wasn't even the stallion's fault who fathered these poor bastard twins. He probably didn't even know, Torleik reasoned now that the empty flatness of no emotion reigned supreme in his head. His earlier insult of coward toward the man was likely unfounded. The Bloodskald himself had only found out about his potential fatherhood by the purely accidental run-in with Brisa a short time ago.

No. This was on Brisa. This was her choice to act this way, to use her vulnerability to ensnare two stallions - and it was on them for being weak in the face of her temptation. Even with that knowledge clearly cemented in his head, Torleik could only hate himself. He could not control Brisa, force her to act as he thought she should; no, he could only control himself.

And he hadn't.

So here he was. Watching another man's children be born because of weakness.

Brisa's voice finally rose from the silence, christening the children with their names: Levex and Aeolus. Inwardly he frowned. Not what he would have named them - but they weren't his. Then again, if they were his children, he'd have been a part of the naming process, so it mattered little, his opinion on the titles. The white mare tried to reach out for him, to touch him, but Torleik could not allow this.

Pulling back, he avoided her contact, not wishing to feel her on his skin now - nor maybe ever again. She had taken advantage of his good heart, used his inherent male weakness against him, and wounded him deeply. Why would he want to touch her? Why would he allow her to touch him? Eyes gazing down at her children, he flicked his deadened, hollow orbs to their mother's face.

"I have no place here," he said quietly. "I will take my leave of your and your two sons." The rabicano did not wait for her to plead with him to say or spit venom in his face for leaving; he didn't care which she might choose. He couldn't care.

Jaw tightly set, he steered his course towards where he thought a friend might be and avoided going home. There was little for him there, either.

@[Brisa]
@[Esther]
@[Alysanne]
@[Aeolus]

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