It has been a long, long few months.
The silver soldier is a social creature, so having to spend the duration of her pregnancy in solitary confinement has been agony. She has lurked around Helovia's furthest borders, watching the hours turn to days, the days to weeks, and the weeks to months. Winter's harsh grip seems reluctant to leave the lands, and the stress of being pregnant during the least forgiving season has taken its toll on the grey mare. She is weak, with what little sustenance she can find beneath the snow not seeming to fill her as her child gorges greedily on her fat stores. Her muscles, though still rippling and firm beneath her silver fur, seem unable to hold her weight for long periods of time. Her sides are grotesquely swollen, and she fears she holds a large foal within her womb. Or, worse, two foals. The thought terrifies her - and Nyx is not a woman for whom fear is a familiar feeling. At last, the day has arrived. Familiar pains burst through her stomach, like she's being carved open from the inside - this is usually a happy moment, the welcoming of a new life into the world, but this time there's just a burning relief that her ordeal is almost over. To his credit, Dominus has stayed by her side throughout the months of solitude, the one social contact she has had - and the only one she needs, in his opinion. He stands by her now, pressed protectively to her side, growling ominously in the depths of his throat to ward off any potential threats. Together they march towards the place Nyx selected many weeks ago, a massive tree with gnarled roots that create a small, earthy cavern. It is sheltered from the elements, and nicely ensconsed away from the hungry eye of predators. The mare settles herself down on some trampled leaves, nudging away the snow to ensure her child does not freeze to death when it leaves her body. Because this foal might have ruined her life, but it is still her responsibility. It is a living, breathing creature who does not deserve a slattern like her as its dam. Labour progresses quickly. The soldier rests her head on a tree root, watching the day turn to night as the hours pass whilst her stomach ripples with contractions. Dominus remains beside her at all times, an ivory sentinel glimmering eerily in the weak moonlight, his back straight and mane ruffled protectively to enhance his size. As the pain reaches its crescendo, the mare rises to her feet, feeling the warm, wet body slip free from between her thighs. It lands on the ground with a moist splat, and instinct takes over as Nyx turns to clean it with her tongue. It is a filly, black in colour, but with the legs and head marginally darker than the body - an indicator that she will probably grey out as she ages. Three small nubs of horns grow down her face, and a lion's miniscule tail twists behind her damp little body. Relief blasts through the ironheart, and she sags against the tree. Her lips and muzzle work over her daughter's body, memorising the contours and shape of her. The filly twists and squirms, trying to rise to her feet, her own muzzle shunted greedily upwards to sniff back at Nyx. "Oizys." The name gives her a strange sort of vindictive pleasure. Her dam, Querida - a cruel and abusive mother whom she wouldn't wish on her worst enemy - had taught Nyx of the origins of her name when, to the LightningQueen's disgust, she had realised that her firstborn child could not see. Nyx, goddess of the night. She'd thought it delightfully ironic, to give her blind disappointment of a daughter a name that implied eternal darkness. She'd also taught the silver of the other goddesses, children of Nyx; like Oizys, the goddess of misery, and that's precisely what this foal's existence has brought her. Of course, she could never be as wicked to her new daughter as Querida had been to her. She will love the child and nurture it, despite its origins. But she wants something to soothe her corrupted soul, blackened and tarred by long months of solitude. She wants something to serve as an eternal reminder that her own uncontrollable lust created this unwanted little filly - she hopes it will serve as a deterrent in the future, to make sure this never happens again. I brought misery forth from my womb. Continuing to lazily groom her newborn, Nyx muses on her labour. She is reluctant to describe anything as painful as childbirth as easy, but in comparison to her others, this one had indeed been quite a breeze. Strangely, the pregnancy in this dangerous season had been a lot harder than the birth itself. And, save for a small, racking cough that shakes her whole body, the filly seems healthy enough. Yes - easy is the word. Too easy, she should have realised. Her blood runs cold as pain arches through her once again, like a knife to her spine. Oh, no. Dread turns her legs to jelly, and she folds like a house of cards. Oizys, lost in the difficult process of trying to stand for the first time, squawks indignantly as her dam collapses beside her, but that doesn't stop her from nudging insistently at Nyx's leg to try and reach the milk beneath. Pain spasms through the mare's midriff, but the second foal seems stuck fast. Already exhausted from the first birth, Nyx fears this could be the death of her - her energy is gone, and yet if she does not push, both she and the foal will perish. So will Oizys, as she would have little chance of surviving alone. Breathing through the pain barrier, summoning the last vestiges of her strength, the fallen General ejects the second foal from her body in a wave of blood and agony. A great groan leaves her lips as her remaining energy abandons her, and her head clatters to the ground with a muffled thud. She has just enough strength left to lift it again, to clean her second daughter - smaller than the first, black, with a blue blaze down the face, as beautiful as Oizys and yet as deadly as nightshade for the way she's almost killed her dam - and to shift her hindlegs so both girls can access her teats despite her position on the ground. "En...yo," she murmurs - the goddess of war. War, like she's waged on her poor mother's body. That is how the silver soldier comes to be lying prone in the embracing roots of a great tree, snow falling softly onto her steaming flanks whilst her two little goddesses flop and flail around beside her. Her eyes flicker open and shut, barely conscious, barely alive, whilst Dominus sits sentinel by her head, his worry pulsing into her mind. |
@Reginald
Aurora Basin Soldier atk: 7.0 | def: 8.5 | dam: 6.5 |
Mare :: Hybrid :: 17hh :: 2 HP: 73.5 | Buff: NOVICE |
Ker :: Philippine Eagle :: Curse Snow |
Daughters of darkness Sisters insane
She arrives in a great eruption of blood and filth, and hits the ground with such a force that it immediately stirs her into life. The child of misery shifts, lifting her proud young head and greedily devouring the world around her. There's frigid white powder landing on her body, dissolving when it touches her damp young flesh, and there's a great tree nestled around her like a wooden hug. There's a fluffy white thing sat nearby, and she idly wonders if it is made up of the flakes falling from the sky. Then, there's Mother; she smells of sweaty silver fur, milky teats, and Mother-ness. But there is something missing. Where is she? The filly looks hopelessly around for her, for womb-friend, for the warm body she'd spent the last few months curled around like punctuation. Where. Is. She? She begins to bray, crying for Sister, but swiftly crumbles into a fit of hacking coughs. Her heart aches, flutters, the only sign that she isn't as healthy as she first appeared. Her name lands on her eager young ears, and she finds it suitable. Nature seizes her like a vice, and she folds her wobbly legs beneath her to try and stand. Her first attempt ends in a tragic tumble back to earth, and she dissolves into another fit of coughing. Once the shaking jolts have left her, she tries again, and this time she succeeds in staying on all fours - wobbling precariously, but stood. She whinnies triumphantly and turns to silver-dam, expecting praise, but to her horror the mare crumples downwards like falling leaves. Oizys squeals her displeasure, annoyed that Mother has the audacity to fall over when she should be complimenting her daughter, and another coughing fit sends her toppling back to the ground beside her dam. She shoves her nose beneath the mare's hindleg, hunting for food even as Nyx's body shudders and twitches in the throes of childbirth. The young goddess pulls away from her pursuit of milk, suddenly intrigued. Is this her? She rams her little face beneath the silver's tail, watching with gruesome intrigue as sister arrives alongside a wave of blood and disgusting goo. Oizys whinnies her delight, suddenly feeling complete in the presence of her womb-mate, and she joins her mother's muzzle in snuffling across her twin's damp little body. "Enny," she repeats, as Mother names the other girl - she finds this to her liking, too. Then, the silver's head falls to the ground. Oizys pivots, mildly concerned, but her mind is tugged away from this small semblance of empathy when her dam's hindleg shifts to expose the teats beneath. Like a ravenous dog falling upon a dying animal, the filly dives towards the milk and suckles greedily, quite relieved that Mother's awkward position isn't inconveniencing her in any way. Because that is all that matters. |
Outcast |
Mare :: Unicorn :: 14hh :: 2 |
Onei :: Gyrfalcon :: None M.E. |
Daughters of darkness Sisters insane
Who are you? |
Hidden Account atk: 4 | def: 7.5 | dam: 7 |
Stallion :: Hybrid :: 17.1 hh :: 3 HP: 64 | Buff: NOVICE |
Ka'Mate :: Harpy Eagle :: None & Ka'Ora :: Harpy Eagle :: None M.E. |
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@Nyx
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Deceased atk: 7.5 | def: 9.5 | dam: 6.0 |
Mare :: Unicorn :: 16hh :: 11 HP: 72 | Buff: SWIFT |
Dominus :: White Lion :: None Snow |
Life flickers, light fades. She moves between this realm and the other, and only the nudging of her feeding children keeps her from slipping away completely.
"Birds." Dominus' voice echoes in her mind, a great rumble to rouse her from her slumber. She blinks up at him, unsure why he sounds so concerned about birds. "BIRDS!" Suddenly he's gone from her side - suddenly, there's the hiss of savage wings and the scream of a child. Her child. Their child. She screams like a trapped animal, and Nyx feels the warm splash of blood as it squirts from the girl's face and lashes against her side. Terror grips her and she tries to rise but can't - all she sees are devil's wings and the great, looming tower of the sire. Dominus roars. He might be small, stunted for his species, but his roar shakes the ground and bids the branches of the great tree to quiver. His thickset hindlegs crouch and he lunges, claws unfurling like broken promises from the sheaths in his paws, seeking the harpy's face, wings, anything to get it away from the filly it is killing. There's a hoof, a massive, feathered hoof pressing down on Enyo, and Nyx bellows her fury, her fear. He's killing them, he's killing them! That small, dissenting murmur in the back of her mind that points out how much easier life would be without them is smothered by the mother fucking bear instinct that lends women the strength to move trees from their newborns, kill bears, swim oceans. "Don't you fucking dare," she howls, howls like the wolf with murdered cubs, and she would give anything, anything to be able to move from her prone place upon the ground, but her limbs won't work. They betray her, as her body betrayed her when it drove her to spread her thighs for the length of him. She looks at him, hateful. Those muscles which had so turned her on are suddenly threats that need to be neutralised; those haunting grey eyes that had drawn her like a moth to an open flame are suddenly windows to the black soul of the devil. A man who could kill his own children, his own flesh and blood; Nyx has seen and screwed beasts, vampires and murderers in her time, but this is truly abhorrent. This turns her stomach, twists her gut with disgust. There's another eagle, this one attacking the leg that presses. The broken soldier feels magic bubbling up inside her, because that's the only thing she can control, the only thing she has the strength to use; it presses against her skin, begging for release, and it is almost free when the demon suddenly pauses. She doesn't know why he has hesitated, but she fears that should she use her magic as her body is telling her to, it will rekindle his anger. Reluctantly, she sucks her powers back inside, and looks at him through hateful eyes. "They are yours. You, and your....sperm. What sort of a man are you if you would slaughter defenceless children? Your own children? You were a foal too, once - I don't think you spewed from the womb as a fully-grown big-dicked heathen, although I stand to be corrected." She spits the words, she hates them, because the soldier never begs and that is what she's on the verge of doing - pleading for their lives. If she was able-bodied, if she hadn't just birthed twins after surviving a torrid pregnancy in the depths of Frostfall, she'd fight him to the death. As it is, her strength is gone, her life almost with it; she cannot fight, and yet she cannot let them die. Her helplessness makes her ache with hatred. |
Aurora Basin Soldier atk: 7.0 | def: 8.5 | dam: 6.5 |
Mare :: Hybrid :: 17hh :: 2 HP: 73.5 | Buff: NOVICE |
Ker :: Philippine Eagle :: Curse Snow |
Daughters of darkness Sisters insane
Agony comes in a blur of wings. She turns to see who is approaching, who has come to bathe in the glory of her - for she cannot think of any other reason why anybody would approach this birth - and that's how she comes to be seized. Her face is ensnared in the claws of a beast, and only the instinctual shutting of her right eye saves it from being torn out by the eagle's ravenous talons. She screams. She howls as her face explodes in a wave of fire, ripping flesh from muscle, rending skin from skull, and she's flung to the ground like a ragdoll. She thrashes, flails, kicks out at the harpy - the beautiful, magnificent creature, so powerful, so deadly! Her head swings side to side, trying to wrench it free from the talons, but the grip is harder than a vice. The white furry thing jumps to try and defend her, but she knows not whether it will work - even if it does, is survival worth it if it's going to hurt so much? Like Mother, she is helpless. Like Mother, she loathes it. There's Enyo, pressed beneath the weight of a monstrous hoof. Through a tidal wave of blood, Oizys sees Father for the first time; he is glorious, he is titanic, he is murder incarnate! Alas, they are the source of his ire, for what they lack between their hindlegs; they are born from his seed, but are unworthy to bear his name. They will die for the crime of their very existence. They will never have the chance to bear him strong grandsons, belated apologies for themselves. As she lies in a pool of blood, dazed and on the verge of lapsing into unconsciousness, the little goddess decides that there is no finer way to die than this. She has hardly had chance to live, but at least she will perish at the claws of greatness. Mother speaks, but Oizys is not holding her breath that it will work; she kicks out at the harpy again and again, but knows not whether her eyes will ever see a sunrise. |
@Enyo
Outcast |
Mare :: Unicorn :: 14hh :: 2 |
Onei :: Gyrfalcon :: None M.E. |
Daughters of darkness Sisters insane
Oh. |
Hidden Account atk: 4 | def: 7.5 | dam: 7 |
Stallion :: Hybrid :: 17.1 hh :: 3 HP: 64 | Buff: NOVICE |
Ka'Mate :: Harpy Eagle :: None & Ka'Ora :: Harpy Eagle :: None M.E. |
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@Nyx
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Aurora Basin Disciple atk: 5 | def: 10 | dam: 5 |
Stallion :: Unicorn :: 17 hh :: 4.5 HP: 64.5 | Buff: NOVICE |
Blu |
Cries that break through the background music of the lurking nature capture his attention, pulling him from his wanderings and his prayers, He stills, holding his breath and tilting his ears to better listen to the sound of despair. It draws him in, encourages him to approach, the way a hunter is attracted to weakness. So he stalks through the brush, curious even if he isn't hungry, and he's not today, hasn't been ever since the failure of a pale filly. He was starving in his youth, feasting and gorging but never satiated. He thinks back on it often lately, ruminating on what changed, pondering which stomach pains are better (the gnawing ones or the numb silence?)
He thinks the satisfaction of a full gut is something preferable - better is perhaps a strong word to use.
He's taken a page from his cousin's book, realized over time and immersion into the culture of herd life (so different from his mother's wayward methods int he wilderness) that a predator among a flock is frowned upon. Show your teeth and they either scatter or they brandish their own weapons on you, and you come to find teeth are not the only thing that hurts and cuts. So he hides his grin beneath curling lips instead, the way a fox smiles, the way something patient smiles. He needs to cultivate something before he can wreck it, and that makes it all the better, doesn't it.
And what if he forgets to wreck it when the time comes? What if he comes to love it as he helps it grow?
He doesn't know, he isn't there yet, but part of him wonders, is that so bad? Gods can be powerful
He thinks Lena would approve. It buoys his heart.
It doesn't mean that just because he isn't craving depravity, that he can't continue to appreciate it, the way a vegetarian finds themselves drooling as a savory aroma of meat wafts by. So it is that Öde finds himself watching the scene of violence that unravels before him. He can't remember when he arrived, when he came to a halt, when he leaned against a tree and cocked a hip, simply content to observe. He can't remember, but when he grows aware of it, he makes no move to change. He merely blinks, wondering, studying, drooling over the nefarious deeds wrought by his
He doesn't know the children are his, not at first, or else Öde might have taken action to stop the hulking monolith that is Reginald. He would have stopped him not out of altruism for the children, but out of devotion to an ideal that blood is stronger than all else, and that even a marauder such as Reginald ought to respect that. He doesn't have to, Reginald comes tot he realization on his own, and Öde grows aware of the significance of the infant brutality after it has passed.
So to him, he did nothing more than look on upon a dying mother and her twins as Reginald displayed his rightful savagery. Why? Why not Öde thought, comfortable, entertained even.
the destroyer of worlds.
Be aware active magic doesn't work in his vicinity due to his magic!
62.5/62.5 HP
Helovia Hard Mode
Deceased atk: 7.5 | def: 9.5 | dam: 6.0 |
Mare :: Unicorn :: 16hh :: 11 HP: 72 | Buff: SWIFT |
Dominus :: White Lion :: None Snow |
The lion tumbles back to the ground, empty-clawed save for the graze of some tail feathers. He moves to Nyx's side, growling savagely, awaiting her command to strike again.
It doesn't come. Whatever the second harpy is saying to the grey-eyed monster, it's working. She sends a silent thanks to the bird, to the conscience that, thank god, the dappled beast does actually possess. Through a haze of exhaustion, the silver breathes a sigh of relief. Her daughters live another day - although her gaze travels to poor, bleeding Oizys, her face so matted with blood that it's hard to tell if she has any sort of a face left. With herculean effort, Nyx leans forwards to try and lick her girl clean, but the filly squirms away with a low growl of pain. It can wait. The bastard speaks, his words grating against her guilt. She raises an eyebrow, even though the small effort of twitching her face muscles seems to exhaust every last cell of her strength. "I did, and it was lovely, but no bad deed goes unpunished. Sometimes, sunshine, when you shove tab A into slot B enough times, foals happen." Had his mother never taught him of the birds and the bees? Are these his first children, for him to react so violently to their existence? His heirs, his progeny, and he would have slaughtered them in cold blood if not for the timely intervention of his companion! Skin that he made sing now shudders and recoils at the thought of his touch; the euphoria that he erupted inside her body is burnt away, replaced by the ashes of disgust. She really needs to start selecting her conquests more closely. She can put up with a lot in her choice of dick, but she draws the line at infanticide. The silver blinks, and realises how reluctant she is to open her eyes again. She needs rest; she has lost a lot of blood, and dreads to think how gruesome her downstairs department is. But like hell is she sleeping when there's a monster nearby, not now she knows what he's capable of. She asks Dominus to herd her daughters close to her, just in case their sire should have a change of heart and try to strike at them again. He asks their names, which is promising - why put a name to a corpse? "The three-horned one is Oizys; goddess of misery. The blue-blazed one is Enyo, goddess of war." She wonders if he'll change them, just to spite her; she's hardly in any position to argue, prone and helpless as she is. Name them what you want, as long as they get to live. She does not notice the presence of another, so close is the attention she's paying to her lover and their brood. Her fierce blue eyes - the only part of her body that still have fire - fix on the grey beast's face, wondering what his next move will be. |
Aurora Basin Soldier atk: 7.0 | def: 8.5 | dam: 6.5 |
Mare :: Hybrid :: 17hh :: 2 HP: 73.5 | Buff: NOVICE |
Ker :: Philippine Eagle :: Curse Snow |
Daughters of darkness Sisters insane
Her face is gone, or so it feels. She is minutes old, and knows nothing but pain - the evil, searing, ripping, stinging pain. Then, the weight of talons vacate her face. Their absence is even worse than their presence, as it leaves the wounds gaping and open to the air. Her screaming ceases, edging down towards a low murmur. Strong daughters don't scream. Survivors of eagles don't scream. Goddesses don't scream. But it's so hard not to scream. Mother tries to touch her, to nurse the wound as mothers do, but the filly snatches her head away with an agonised gargle. The thought of anything touching her injuries, even mother-tongue, fills her with dread. She can see nothing out of that side; as far as she knows, her eye is lost. It's only when she dares open it that she realises she still has sight, albeit blurred and stinging from the blood pouring in great furrows from her brow to her jaw. The daughter of the serpent is alive, but the Thanatos drive in her mind points out that perhaps she'd be better off dead, if this agony is the alternative. No. She is young, but this thought is quite lucid. She cannot die. Goddesses cannot die! So she turns, slithers on her knees towards Father. Standing is beyond her; the blood loss is too great, and she'd hardly dampened her lips with mother's milk before the harpy took her. But she looks up at him through defiant grey eyes - his eyes - and turns her head to display the ruined, ravaged right side. See? she screams, silently. I survived. Your strength is my strength, father. I survived. Is that a hint of reverence, obsession, in her face, or is it just the blood? She glances at Enyo, sister survivor, then looks back to Father. Let him look at what he has created! Let him gaze upon what he can nurture, raise, mould into perfection! |
@Enyo
Outcast |
Mare :: Unicorn :: 14hh :: 2 |
Onei :: Gyrfalcon :: None M.E. |
Daughters of darkness Sisters insane
Your nose is a tiny twitching thing, your breathing heavy (or as heavy as your breathing could be with those little bird’s lungs of yours) as you watch your Paaaapa’s eyes veer away from you. You feel a weight leave you, a large thing that had been growing in your chest as you lost yourself in the depths of those deep grey eyes. You give a tiny grunt at their absence, and he does not seem to notice. |
Hidden Account atk: 4 | def: 7.5 | dam: 7 |
Stallion :: Hybrid :: 17.1 hh :: 3 HP: 64 | Buff: NOVICE |
Ka'Mate :: Harpy Eagle :: None & Ka'Ora :: Harpy Eagle :: None M.E. |
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@Nyx
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--All force is allowed to be used against this character!
Deceased atk: 7.5 | def: 9.5 | dam: 6.0 |
Mare :: Unicorn :: 16hh :: 11 HP: 72 | Buff: SWIFT |
Dominus :: White Lion :: None Snow |
Her girls, her Goddesses, move away from her to look up at their father. So brave of them, so foolish! Do they not know he could crush them like mosquitos? Her breath catches in her throat and Dominus growls low in the back of his, praying that the titan will not snap and end their fledgling lives before they've even begun.
He does not. He repeats their names, their strong, godly names, and is that approval she detects or has pain and fear addled her mind? She struggles against the ground, adjusting herself so the fillies may suckle more easily when they return from gazing up so lovingly at the man who would have killed them. If they are to revere anybody, they should turn their adulation onto the harpy who saved their lives, who stayed the blade of their would-be assassin. He asks if she's dying, and her laugh is sharp, humourless. Somehow, she doesn't think he's asking out of concern for her wellbeing. "You needn't worry that your girls will be without milk. I will live." This, she knows. Last time, it took a healer to save her, but this time, despite the pain, she does not think the fillies have destroyed her inside. Just outside, where it stings and bleeds - horrific, biblical revenge, the area that let him in so ravaged by his monstrous children. But that will heal. She will heal. She has to. Rest and food should restore her stolen strength, and time will ease the rest. "I left my home in the Edge to spend the pregnancy alone - they do not know that I was with-child, and it will remain that way." She does not know if she's being stupidly trusting, to tell him this - is it wise to share her secrets so easily? Yet she cannot risk a slip of his tongue unravelling her lie like a burnt spiderweb. "I will tell them that I found the twins with their herd massacred, whilst their sweet still-living bodies were ravished by vultures. Almost the truth." She looks to Oizys' poor face, hoping the Edge has a decent healer. At least the girl's wounds fit her story - her scars stand testament to the thread that Nyx will weave. She shifts again, hunting for comfort. The urge to sleep is overwhelming - she thinks she will wait a week or so before she returns to the Edge, to give her body time to heal and her mind time to enter the correct frame to tell yet another lie. She looks at the stallion through mistrustful eyes, praying he will leave her to rest - she is sure they will meet again, as undoubtedly he will want to involve himself in their daughters' lives, but she has quite had her fill of his menacing facade for one day. |
Aurora Basin Soldier atk: 7.0 | def: 8.5 | dam: 6.5 |
Mare :: Hybrid :: 17hh :: 2 HP: 73.5 | Buff: NOVICE |
Ker :: Philippine Eagle :: Curse Snow |
Daughters of darkness Sisters insane
Sweet sister stands, and Oizys hungers to mimic; she has risen once, and it was wonderful, yet she has lost far too much blood for it to be a realistic possibility again today. The snow is stained red with the juice of her veins, so she has to settle for simply bulking her fledgling, baby-bird muscles to demonstrate to Father what strength she has, whilst twining her dextrous twig of a tail around her still-damp buttocks. They are fine, black twins with their injuries and their defiance - they are daughters worthy of him, man mountain, master of eagles! There is hope for them, when they come from the seed of stone and the womb of steel! She just wishes she didn't hurt so much. Then, she would be able to stand and display her finery to him, to bound amidst his monolithic legs and dream of one day growing to a height akin to his. Suddenly Enyo's muzzle is there, and she inhales her brood-mate's scent - it mingles with the reek of her own blood, but even the coppery tang cannot overwhelm the heady aroma of sister. She whickers, greeting, loving, learning that the bond she shares with this other furry bundle will be an important one. The little goddess has already learnt one valuable lesson today. Mother loves them unconditionally, without question. Father's respect - for she knows not if he can feel love - must be earnt. Mother will hold them as they take their first steps, support them as they run - Father will stand in the distance, a hulking angel of death, so they may feel his ire should they fall. Mother will be impressed, whatever they accomplish; Father must be impressed if they are ever to be allowed to wear his name on their shoulders. This is known, now. She understands that her parents are different, and that Father will not offer his affections as Mother does. All the more reason for her to fight to obtain them. She has also learnt of pain today - what it is, how to fear it, how to respect it, how to own it. Little grey filly is learning, absorbing, devouring knowledge like a carnivore eats meat! After pressing her velvet muzzle to her sister's warm flank, the grey filly crawls back towards her dam's welcoming side. She arches her neck, diving for milk, drinking until it dribbles down her chin and turns ugly grey as it mingles with blood. Then, with a final glance to stone-sire and brood-sister, she collapses into slumber at her mother's flank, absorbing the mare's heat to keep herself warm against the winter chill. |
Outcast |
Mare :: Unicorn :: 14hh :: 2 |
Onei :: Gyrfalcon :: None M.E. |
Daughters of darkness Sisters insane
Oh, good! He’s looking at you again, those grey eyes of his washing over you, leaving you in grey silks, grey velvets, a stony granite crown laced upon your little lady’s brow. You don’t know quite what to do under his gaze, in all honesty. I don’t believe you ever will know what to do. |
Hidden Account atk: 4 | def: 7.5 | dam: 7 |
Stallion :: Hybrid :: 17.1 hh :: 3 HP: 64 | Buff: NOVICE |
Ka'Mate :: Harpy Eagle :: None & Ka'Ora :: Harpy Eagle :: None M.E. |
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