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[OPEN] Big wheel keeps on turnin' [BIRTHING]

Albrecht Posts: 249
Aurora Basin Impersonator atk: 6 | def: 8.5 | dam: 2.5
Stallion :: Unicorn :: 17.1hh :: 19 (Orangemoon) HP: 60 | Buff: NOVICE
Strom :: Suma Ball Python :: None Townsen
#9
It’s a little late in the year for such things, but the scent that blooms in the air of the north is unmistakably painted with blood and mucus, fluid and fear, joy, newness, birth. It draws the old stallion with a choking curiosity, a desperate, self-mutilating longing to see the innocence, the beauty, to witness a glimmer of hope in the world that this newborn creature might one day rise to do something good, something just, and not just perpetuate the soul shattering fuckery of present day – that, and the fact that they’re just so precious when they’re small.

Cautiously, he peeks in, ever wary of being unwelcome and even more so when he realizes just who this child belongs to, because of course it would be the Asshole’s. Step one, kingship, step two, heirs, right? He wants to be bitter about it, hypocritically condescending even, but looking past the adults and into the dimly lit chamber, all thoughts of negativity slip away from him, replaced with something far more out of character, something vulnerable, tender.

A tiny, spindle legged filly stands unsteadily between them, her blanket spotted rump almost glowing with the brightness of white and gold pigmentation splashed across it, creating a sharp contrast against her otherwise jet black coat. The old stallion's expression softens at the sight of her, his mouth relaxing from the angry twist it's so often seen in. He watches her nurse, her newly found hooves still shifting to figure out this whole standing upright bullshit, his thoughts slowly drifting, remembering others, so many others, all of them flawless and exquisite in their moments.

Saoirse. He thinks sullenly, wondering where the boy has gotten himself to this time. He pictures the extra arms of wings on either side of his infant body the day he was born - a first for the old stallion. They'd been fully feathered and well versed in flapping and gesturing the last time he'd seen the boy. How much longer will it be before he begins learning to fly? Will the Throat adults teach him? Will he choose to visit then, with that greater mobility? Will his mother ever fucking step back in?

Losing his focus, the old black stands quietly near the entrance, his eyes pinned to the new filly and her striking markings.


"Talk."
OOC // *slithers in*
albrecht
And I can't walk on the path of the right,
Because I'm wrong.

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Big wheel keeps on turnin' [BIRTHING] - by Glacia - 05-05-2017, 10:40 PM
RE: Big wheel keeps on turnin' [BIRTHING] - by Albrecht - 05-25-2017, 12:07 PM

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