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05-24-2016, 09:15 PM
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Her laugh was disconcerting to say the least, but it wasn't as if he didn't expect her ire. She was obviously in pain and very overwhelmed by this situation, and he patiently and quietly took the brunt of her bad mood. If anyone deserved to be cranky, it was a pregnant mare. This is why he rarely made an effort to befriend females. They were moody and unpredictable, but at least this one had a valid excuse. After lowering himself to the sand after her outburst of groaning sarcasm, he waited, wondering what it was he could do. Again, she scorned him, and his lips quirked into a witty smile. This wasn't his first child. Though Illynx had chosen him - stalked him, perhaps? How did one describe drawing him away with her scent until he couldn't think straight? He had been there at his son's birth, so he was not the least bit concerned about her body doing what it needed to expel the little parasite within. It belonged on the ground and no longer weighing upon her spine. "Perhaps that is for the best," he rumbled in return, his gaze not wandering or wavering no matter his curiosity. Instead, he focused on her face and the strange markings bowing around her eyes. Though in the next moment, she shoved her head into his neck and he let his muzzle drop toward her jaw and her poll, rubbing his bearded chin over her skin in what he hoped was a soothing way. Messy hair hung over them, and he waited for her pain to stop and the exhaustion to set in. That would be the moment he would make more of an effort to do something, even if she protested. She could rest, and he would check on the child. Make sure it was breathing. If it was his, the fact that their races were opposing could often result in an abomination of nature, something too sickly and unworthy to be alive. Ulrik sincerely hoped this would not be the case; he wasn't sure she would forgive him if that were true. |
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