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09-01-2016, 04:13 PM
Black nostrils, dark against the pale velvet on his muzzle, flare as his great skull rose. Another birth? A shadow passed beneath his navy eyes—a reminder that his own progeny was not within the herd’s borders—before lightening at the remembrance of the last Edge birth he had been at. Little Maude had been sweet and captivating; nature’s admonition for the Elephant: new life is beautiful, regardless of how you feel.
So the shadow that flitted across his brow was short-lived. And his massive cream limbs moved quickly towards the source of afterbirth’s distinctive aroma. And it took him…closer to the cliffs? What mother gave birth near such perilous heights? A foal trying to stand on unsteady, wobbly legs surely needed safer surroundings. His heavy, ivory hooves beat a faster rhythm on the Edge’s rich, moist soil. He felt the brine grow stronger on the breeze, nostrils flaring as he neared the mare and newborn on the cliffs.
His brows raise the moment he cleared the trees, finding his beautiful and pale gold Specter laying amid childbirth and embracing a tawny splashed, winged child. His navy eyes glance towards the Moon Doctor already present, “Lyanna,” was his low, brief greeting. Though relief and approval shone in both eyes and laced his deep rumble at a healer already being present for the birth. He was glad the dark, teal-accented beauty was a Doctor of the Edge.
But his attention shifted, as it should, to the mare and babe. Despite the pains of labor, Raeden still looked beautiful, glowing in the light of motherhood. And her child—he was already a handsome bundle of creams, browns, and greys(that would darken to blacks, he thought). “A handsome colt, Raeden,” his low voice rolled in the small gathering, though his eyes and body shifted to be between the cliff’s precarious drop and the colt, “And Gawen is a fine name.” His lopsided grin was warm as his head dropped to the level of the colt, a soft nicker of greeting given to the newborn.
The Edge was growing, and the Elephant’s elation glowed from his dark eyes.
So the shadow that flitted across his brow was short-lived. And his massive cream limbs moved quickly towards the source of afterbirth’s distinctive aroma. And it took him…closer to the cliffs? What mother gave birth near such perilous heights? A foal trying to stand on unsteady, wobbly legs surely needed safer surroundings. His heavy, ivory hooves beat a faster rhythm on the Edge’s rich, moist soil. He felt the brine grow stronger on the breeze, nostrils flaring as he neared the mare and newborn on the cliffs.
His brows raise the moment he cleared the trees, finding his beautiful and pale gold Specter laying amid childbirth and embracing a tawny splashed, winged child. His navy eyes glance towards the Moon Doctor already present, “Lyanna,” was his low, brief greeting. Though relief and approval shone in both eyes and laced his deep rumble at a healer already being present for the birth. He was glad the dark, teal-accented beauty was a Doctor of the Edge.
But his attention shifted, as it should, to the mare and babe. Despite the pains of labor, Raeden still looked beautiful, glowing in the light of motherhood. And her child—he was already a handsome bundle of creams, browns, and greys(that would darken to blacks, he thought). “A handsome colt, Raeden,” his low voice rolled in the small gathering, though his eyes and body shifted to be between the cliff’s precarious drop and the colt, “And Gawen is a fine name.” His lopsided grin was warm as his head dropped to the level of the colt, a soft nicker of greeting given to the newborn.
The Edge was growing, and the Elephant’s elation glowed from his dark eyes.
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