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[PRIVATE] Breathing Life into Battered Bones {Hatching}

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As tough as she thinks herself to be, the peahen is not so strong as to resist the temptations that this man plants inside of her. His gentle touch, although perhaps unintentional, sends a shiver down the maiden's spine. Suppressing an unwanted gasp the beauty scrambles to regain control over her own body. As much as her mind yearns to return the pain that he inflicts her with, her heart and its desires win her over, and she only lies there instead.

The bird's emotions ravage her internally as the war between independence and attraction wages on, but instead of joining in on the fray she ignores her tumultuous thoughts instead. Sleep is what she needs now, and she knows that her confusion, like this man, will dissipate with the rise of the sun. Weary lids drift gently to a close, and tight lips release their frown. There is no amount of disappointment that will keep the beauty from sleep tonight.


Meanwhile, with his mother fast asleep, the unborn creature has been working away at the cell that holds him captive. A broad head presses at the shell that encloses it, but with the slight pressure that it emits the babe's crown takes on a new shape. This lack of permanence does not startle the struggling boy, though, and he does not question where this power comes from; it is as much a part of him as the woman that he is dying to meet.

Warmth spreads all throughout his body at the thought of her, and he halts his escape attempt to consider her. For as long as he has had a conscious thought, he has only ever known her. The way that she breathes, the rhythm that her heart beats to, even the fluctuating tones to her voice -- oh, what a voice it is! -- are as familiar to him as the darkness inside his cell. The darkness is not always the only thing he can see, though: sometimes, if he is listening the right way or if the woman is determined enough (which she always is, for she is magnificent) he can see what she sees, and experience what she is experiencing. She may not have detected the bond between them yet, but he can already feel its power. He might not know her yet, but he can sense that their connection is changing her, too. From what, though, he is not sure.

The unborn hopes that she is kind, and that she will return the love that he already possesses for her. Is kindness too much for him to ask of such a fiery being, though? Should it be power, or acceptance that he yearns for instead? He knows that she is strong, and he has felt her wrath first-hand, but somewhere far below the anger and the sadness and the contempt that she is so prone to, there is something just waiting to be discovered. The babe felt a little of that something tonight, when he was listening to her talk with the man that her heart beats so loudly for.

Briefly, the boy wonders why it does that. Is something wrong with her? Should he be freeing himself faster so that he can help her? With new found urgency to his movements, the writhing creature presses at his cage. His body does not take on a new shape this time, and his concern for the woman he has linked himself to is more than enough to see him through with his task.

Crackkkk. The smallest of sounds announces his arrival, and the tiny mass of slimy fur spills out from the egg to bump softly against a striped pillar. A gust of warm air startles the hatchling and he reels away from its source only to find that he is trapped. Panic sets in about his shivering form as blurry eyes struggle to find her. His dark gaze moves slowly up the barred leg that he is leaning on, climbing up towards a bright shoulder and sliding along a ruby throat.

At first he is confused by the colors that adorn the hulking beast, but as soon as his eyes fall on her face he knows that she is the one. His anxiety is soon forgotten as he watches her resting form, his gaze finally clearing so that he can look upon her with fondness instead of with concern.


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RE: Breathing Life into Battered Bones {Hatching} - by Bellona - 10-13-2014, 03:20 PM

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