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[OPEN] Awakening (Birthing)

December Posts: 144
Deceased atk: 3.5 | def: 7 | dam: 8
Mare :: Equine :: 16.3hh :: 6 (Frostfall) HP: 65 | Buff: NOVICE
Carl :: Ccara Llama :: None Watermel0nBob
#1

DECEMBER
& this is Carl


It was time. She could feel it in every step she made, breath growing ragged from fatigue and eyes fluttering open and shut almost deliriously. Her steps were slow yet determined, trudging in the deep snow that Frostfall had bestowed upon them this year. Before she could carry forward anymore a shot of pain coursed through her abdomen, causing a groan to escape her and for her body  to finally collapse. Carl was sharing the pain she was, not at all pleased with their predicament, but he powered through so he could remain at December's side. His lips found her sweat-slicked shoulder, and chocolate eyes watched her massive belly heave up and down. Was this all the child's doing? Was it the cause of her pain and suffering in this moment? Suddenly Carl didn't like the thought of December having a baby anymore. His ears flattened, but before he could strike December lashed out first, giving a vicious snap to his side and baring her ivories fiercely. It was nothing compared to the cramping in her sides, so it barely tickled the companion, but he backed off, resorting to simply laying by her side and grooming her neck.

Her breathing became more labored, her teeth grinding rigidly against each other, and before she could stop herself a wail escaped her smoky lips. This was the worst pain she had felt in her life, and she didn't know how much she could take of it. She needed him, he had to be here. He could ease the pain and bring her comfort in his harsh time. Her eyes opened only slightly to look at Carl, who immediately knew what he had to do next. Struggling in the thick snow around him he finally managed to stand, before bursting off in the direction they had come in search of Miykael. Despite her yearning for her lover the babe would not wait; they wanted out right now. Sucking in a sharp breath she heaved, screaming as she did so from the sudden shot of agony. Gods did this hurt. So much. Why did she want to have a baby again? With each heave came another scream, her gasping evident of just how much work it truly was. But before long it ended, a new warmth beside her covered in mucus and steam rising from it.

Her body began to move on autopilot by then, reaching forward to look at the bundle and snipping away the sac effortlessly. She worked as if she had done it a thousand times, so sure in her movements as she finally freed the foal from the clutches of afterbirth. Her tongue wasted no time in grooming the child, cleaning every ounce of her fluids off of babe so she could see what they looked like. A girl, a sweet little girl was who she was; with coloring she certainly didn't expect to come from her or Miykael. She was a beautiful bay, it splashing against a white canvas with gold accents around her legs. She had her father's leg barring, and even a unique tint of gold around her eyes. She couldn't see the color yet, but she knew nonetheless she would be beautiful. A single tear shed down her ivory cheek, and soon her lips found themselves kissing the girl's soft body. She was hers; all hers, and now that she had her nothing in this world could take her away.

"Oh how much I love you," she breathed softly into the babe's ear, closing her eyes and savoring her scent that would forever be embedded in her mind. Her tongue worked to clean her once again, working swiftly so that she wouldn't get too cold in this weather. She wouldn't be able to stay here for long, not with the snow continuing to fall, but she couldn't help but feel blessed that the best thing to happen in her life should arrive here in her favorite place.

OOC: Please let family post first! Then anyone else is welcome to come see the new arrival!! 


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Merialeth Posts: 6
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Filly :: Equine :: 17 hh :: Newborn
TierRen
#2

Merialeth


Merialeth's first thought was that change was exciting. Sometime later in her life the girl would probably find herself to be confused to find that there were those who dreaded it. Merialeth had heard many things but only seen the walls of red that housed her. She felt left out of so many things. That was why she had kicked. Each kick had been a demand or a plea; each had cried 'let me out' or 'I am here too'. So whenever she finally felt herself moving past the outrageously boring place Merialeth wiggled in joy. Before leaving them Merialeth gave one last kick. It served the place right for keeping her there for so long.

The first sensation that the world greeted Merialeth with was the icy breath of Frostfall. In return she gave it her first breath. After that breath she opened her grey eyes to see the blue of the sky, the deep brown bark of a tree, the vibrant white of snow, so many different things vied for her attention. Outside of the walls was not what she had expected. Merialeth tried to decide if she liked it.

Eyes squinted to protect against the sunlight of her first day Merialeth's ears flopped about searching for one of the many sounds that she had been so curious about. It was a more important matter than everything else that called out for her attention. There were voices that she had came to know well. Would they still be with her now that she had left those walls? 

"Oh how much I love you."
 That was it! That was one of the voices that she had heard so often. It was the one that had lulled her to sleep and the same one that had woke her in the morning. Wherever Merialeth had gone so had that voice. Even whenever she did not hear the other one that she enjoyed so much this one had remained.  

An elated whinny leapt from her lips! The girl tried to mimic the sounds that the voice had made but it was only gibberish that came from her own lips. The foal's pink nose scrunched up in confusion. Why were their sounds so different? Merialeth took a moment to focus and tried again. Still nothing like the voice. In a fit of frustration she allowed her body to flop over into the snow and pouted.

She liked how it, the snow, felt. Merialeth would have a fondness for the cold snowy lands even into mare-hood. The snow and the feeling of the voice's body licking her clean were wonderful but there was still something that did not feel okay. Opening her eyes again Merialeth looked at the voice and cocked her head. Would it know what it was that she needed? 

Suddenly a gurgling sound came from the girl's stomach and her mouth dropped. Wide eyed she looked to the one who had always been there. Surely it would have the answer. Was there something wrong with her? Maybe she was meant to stay in those walls! Maybe by leaving she had broken somehow! Now would her stomach always make that ugly growling noise and feel so wrong
 
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Miykael Posts: 136
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Stallion :: Pegasus :: 17hh :: 11 :: Birdsong
Eliana :: Common Zephyr :: Roc Rottie
#3
miykael

By now, he knows the signs. Not the internal ones that mares experience but rather the physical manifestation of their instincts. The restlessness, the pacing, and the inevitable search for that one safe, secluded place. He'd become rather familiar with the signs - both from his experience as a healer and as a father. So as December's pregnancy progressed and her entire demeanor suddenly shifted, he knew. Instead of crowding her or clinging to her side, he sent Eliana to trail her, to watch her. Through their connection he is kept completely up to date on the mare's movements and the overall progression of her clearly impending labor. He didn't want to make her uncomfortable but he also didn't want to leave her completely alone (fearing the worst as he almost always does) but as the mare leaves the safety of the Falls and turns north he cannot wait around any longer.

Quietly, he follows. He is distanced enough from her grey form that he can't see her but, through his connection with Eliana, he knows she isn't too far ahead. Each step he takes is carefully monitored and measured - moving with a sense of purpose without throwing himself forward in a panic just to be by her side (and he'd be lying if he even so much as hinted that he wasn't at all concerned that she wouldn't just leave again). And as he meandered through the snow, he fought against the emotions and memories of Naerys' birth. He remembers well of the mistakes he'd made and how easily he'd allowed Eliana's fear consume him and dictate his actions. But this wasn't Alysanne. This wasn't Naerys' all over again. He couldn't let his fear strip him down into a simple, panicked mess. This was December's first foal and she needs him to be the calming, experienced force that he can be - her comfort during this painful but wondrous occasion.

So when Eliana's silver eyes watched the grey mare collapse into the snowy terrain of the Steppe, she does her best to remain calm as she transitions to circling high above the grey mare. Through their bond she reaches out to him, her voice soft yet urgent in his mind. 'It's time.' Her voice frees him from his memories and eases the panic threatening to squeeze his heart. In that very instant, his pace increased and his limbs stretch to cover more ground more quickly. In what seemed like mere moments he could see the familiar form of Carl trudging through the snow towards him. Miykael, without slowing his pace, calls out to the llama as he races forward. Yet he doesn't slow as he passes the creature, instead he merely continues - hugging his massive white wings to his sides so that they wouldn't catch the wind and slow his progress.

It isn't long before his blue eyes spy Eliana circling overhead in the sky. Using her as a beacon, he presses forward until December's form is clear amongst the snowy terrain. Only then does he slow down, only then does his heart stutter in his chest - fearing he'd have another foal still at birth. The golden stallion doesn't hesitate in his approach but he does slow it, especially when he notices the bundle that holds the mare's attention. The scene unfolding before him is one of peace and love - merely serving as the catalyst for his own peace of mind and easing the fears he'd felt only moments before. The foal had already arrived and the small form was already moving amongst the snow. A smile instantly lit up his face, bright and vibrant like the sun, as he shifted to stand beside December. He presses his lips to her cheek in a tender kiss, lingering a moment before slowly pulling back. "December..." his deep voice murmurs, love and adoration evident (and everything about this moment is completely different from what he'd experienced with Naerys' birth). "She's beautiful. How are you feeling? Are you all right?" he adds, keeping his focus on the pale mare first and foremost (he'd made that mistake with Aly and he is quite determined to never repeat that mistake again).

And that's when the gurgle brings his attention to the small predominantly brown and white form of his newest daughter. His blue eyes catch her expression and he can't help but to chuckle softly. Lowering his head, he reaches his muzzle towards the girl with the intent of rubbing the short, fluffy mane between her ears with his soft lips. Pulling back slightly, he attempts to meet her gaze. "Sounds like we'd best get some food in that little tummy of yours, little one." his voice is warm when he speaks and utterly gentle. With another soft laugh, he moves his muzzle to her side in a silent indication of where the sound had come from. In recognition of what the filly would need to do, he pulls back even further to grant her the room she'd need to stand on her own hooves.


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December Posts: 144
Deceased atk: 3.5 | def: 7 | dam: 8
Mare :: Equine :: 16.3hh :: 6 (Frostfall) HP: 65 | Buff: NOVICE
Carl :: Ccara Llama :: None Watermel0nBob
#4

DECEMBER
& this is Carl


When her eyes opened to reveal steel ones that look identical to December's, her heart melted in that moment, and she knew then and there that this child would hold her heart captive forever. Her tongue continued to work along her splashed coat, until an excited whinny escaped her lips. It caused her to pause, briefly watching her before smiling softly, and beginning to laugh as she attempted to speak like her. Obviously there were things they needed to work on. Soon there were hoofsteps behind her, causing her to instantly flatten her ears and bare her teeth, ready to face any beast that try to come across her and her precious babe. It was when she recognized her dunskin prince her expression returned to one of relief, lips searching for his skin as she spoke to him almost pleadingly,"What took you so long? I wanted you here." She was about to say more when he tenderly kissed her cheek, causing her body to melt into him and his scent. She smiled, closing her eyes to savor his touch, before finally pulling away and listening to his concerned questions.

She sighed and nodded, ignoring his concerned prodding to return to their child, before the sound of her gurgling stomach caused her to pay attention. She smiled, nosing the girl tenderly, before finally lifting her sore bulk on all fours once again. A slight grimace graced her complexion, before her expression of tenderness returned, eyes looking down upon her pride and joy," Merialeth, come eat." Bringing her nose down towards the filly, she attempted to lift her onto all fours, encouraging her to hold her balance, before turning her bodice so that her side was revealed to the painted princess, offering her an easier opportunity to nurse. If one were to ask where she had decided on the name Merialeth, she wouldn't be able to tell them, all she knew is that it was the first thing that popped into her mind when thinking of her baby's name, and so she had decided upon it. That was always how December's mind worked.
 
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