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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

08-06-2016, 04:54 PM

[Swiggity swooty, comin' for dat booty! Critical mass in dat ass! Okay I'm done]

Though he was utterly drowning in doubts (and sweat) throughout Ophelia's pregnancy, the dark stallion tried his best to be positive in all things. He knew she was uncomfortable, that the swell in her belly was putting stress on not only her body, but her emotions, too. Still, to him she looked like the most breathtaking woman in the world; but perhaps that was a result of knowing she carried his child? That she loved him enough to give him a life that would forever be part of him? That she'd chosen him and this over the love of a god? Such thoughts made his chest nearly full to bursting with devotion and undying love for this queen of his life, and he vowed a hundred times over that she would never want for anything as long as it was in his power to provide it for her - and their growing family.

To his chagrin, he did acclimate somewhat to the hot, dry, life-sucking environment of the Dragon's Throat, though he never did find a way to stop constantly sweating. Torleik supposed that Phi's pregnancy was a good thing, because she probably wouldn't have let him get near her to make any form of love given how he was always unclean. Unlike his crazed engineer cousin, the Bloodskald took his grooming seriously and was internally quite vexed at this inability to be not in need of a bath. Still, he further supposed that this climate was good for him in the sense that he felt trimmer. Lighter on his hooves.

Rare was the moment that he was not by Ophelia's side, so when she suddenly grunted next to him, breaking his reverie of basking her rather literal pregnancy glow, the Bloodskald was immediately hit with a large burst of adrenaline. "Oh gods, it's time," he stated, stressed, finishing her trailed sentence. He watched his woman drop to her side and some panic hit, knowing that their kind rarely did this; usually only when they were in immense pain or...or too ill to get up. He was not made for birthing. This was beyond him.

"Phi what...what do I do? Oh gods." Having little in the way of guidance from his last experience with childbirth, he paced briefly, then settled near Phi's head, gently nuzzling her and trying to murmur words of encouragement into her velvety ears, telling her how much loved her, that she was incredible for giving him this gift, that she was stronger than he would ever be for suffering this - no one could ever say he wasn't supportive. It took some doing, but movement caught his eye, a swift sort of introduction to the world, and suddenly....

A girl.

A little daughter.

Tears pricked at his glacial orbs and the Bloodskald cautiously reached out a muzzle to touch his little baby girl, laughing through his saline-blurred vision when the tiny one looked utterly indignant at being where she was, let alone being touched by a strange creature. "Oh my sweet little girl...you look just like your mother..." he rumbled, the love he felt in his chest comparable to nothing he'd ever sensed in his life before. Everything about this child was perfect and he couldn't have asked for anything more.

Such moments were usually when life forced more upon you, and it was pure chance of fate whether such excess was deemed a boon or a curse. For once in his life, Torleik was blessed, and it came in the form of a son. A flawless, ruddy midnight son. Speechless as the chromatic opposite of his sister slid into the world onto the soft sand, the Bloodskald watched in wonder as his children's personalities already presented themselves. His daughter, wholly displeased at this situation; his son, blinking with wide, curious eyes, taking everything in and immediately trying to move his uncoordinated, gangly legs in an effort to get closer to mother again. But then the little boy realized sister was closer and shoved his muzzle into her, seeking the comfort of touch from any living thing. Or perhaps he was...hiding. The immensely frustrated way in which his son flailed his useless legs and then gave up, flopping his head on sister's rump made him laugh, wondering if such temper would remain. "They will work in time, my son," he said softly, kissing his dark head.

Joy and love enveloped the stallion and he knelt down, coming to rest on the ground next to his new family, nuzzling Phi's neck that was damp from the effort of labor. "You've given me everything I could ever want."

"talk talk talk"

Heartstrings Come Undone
You know I'm trying to believe that you're never gonna leave...

Art by: veradaine @ DA

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