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The dark was thickening, the dying sun settling behind the western horizon in a blaze of orange and pinks while the indigo, star-speckled velvet came creeping in from the east. A cloudless sky made for poor isolation, and the night would be cold. As the heavy, snowwhite silhouette of Daenerys rustled through the underground, steam was rising from her damp skin, thistle eyes slightly glazed in their reflection of the pain within her. Grunting, her breath hitched in her throat and turned into a groan of agony, staggering forward to her designated clearing. Her flanks had swollen to incredulous width, and there was worry within her heart, fear even. Something was wrong with this child, or with her, she was certain. When she had expected Ahriman, she had only been about half the size that she was now. Pregnancy had been hard, she had not been able to travel far from her shelter in the Deep Forest, but her firstborn had been a great help, though she hated seeing the worry in his youthful eyes. Stepping upon soft moss into the clearing in the trees, she panted painstakingly and glanced upward. The first stars were already twinkling down at her faintly; it was a beautiful evening, and under the open sky she felt more comfortable. Dropping to her knees, she cried out as another contraction shot through her large body, letting herself fall onto her side and gather strength before the final battle. Her slender, grey nape was already covered with a thin film of sweat despite the cold, tresses clinging to her skin and nares flared wide as she drew in breathe rapidly. Quickly closing her eyes, she tried to gather herself, tried to focus on the task at hand. But when she opened them again, the fear was still within her, and she nickered in distress. Then the pain returned and she knew it was time to push. Letting her nape fall flat back upon the moss, she gasped from a mixture of agony and relief. For a moment, she just wanted to go to sleep, but instinct forced her to bend around her muzzle to the little life that was lying at her hinds. A filly, beautifully palomino in color, with small strands of orange sprouting in her silvery mane. Large, lavender eyes peered up at her, and as Daenerys cleaned her up, she felt the mother’s tenderness for the small, winged creature. For that she was, a Pegasus, with small wings on her back. The fae smiled, thinking dearly of the resemblance to the filly’s father, but then her smile turned into a grimace. First of pain, then of confusion – she had been certain that she had been done. With determination, she pressed through her exhaustion and bit in another shriek of distress, bringing her son into the world. He was palomino as well, but with brightly orange mane and a lion’s tail. From his forehead, a small knob of a horn was sprouting, and his electric blue eyes soon found his dam as she caressed him with her velvet maw. He was warm to the touch, more so than his sister, and the filly moved closer for warmth. An exhausted smile was drawn upon the dam’s features; but of course, how could she be so ignorant? It had been impossible for her to determine the gender of the fetus within her, for the simple reason that there had been one of each. A chuckle was emitted, for though she was exhausted, the pride far exceeded anything else. For a moment, she remained on the ground, resting her sore body and tending to her newborns under the starry night sky. |
Breathe me [birth, open]
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11-10-2012, 06:34 PM
11-11-2012, 12:35 PM
Tingal roamed the forest. Dense undergrowth. The stallion wandered. He stopped abruptly when he saw a mare. She looked in pain, and he watched closely as she birthed a foal. Tingal had never really liked watching childbirth his mother had always helped mare's give birth, and she had taught Tingal some of what she knew.
Tingal worked his legs to take him closer to the mare. He admired the small winged child the mare had birthed. He began to walk closer before the mare grunted in agony. A unicorn foal tumbled out this time. Tingal blinked in shock. It was very rare that horses had more than one child at a time. Tingal bowed his head to the mare."Sorry to intrude. Do you need any help?" Tingal noted how both foals were quite similar except the colt was a unicorn with a lion tail, and he had bright blue eyes while the little filly had wings and beautiful lavender eyes. Tingal always adored foals. Yet he would never have any of his own. No mare wanted a half cat stallion like him."Those are both beautiful foals by the way." OOC: Yay! More foals for Helovia!! Word Count:191
11-11-2012, 01:25 PM
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11-21-2012, 03:08 PM
The mare was greeted by so many horses, Tingal could not keep up. He bowed his head."Alright then, I best be off. Congratulations on the two foals, they're both beautiful." Tingal smiled at the dapple mare. The two foals were amazing, and he would never forget the sight of them. Such lovely children they were.
He was given a headache due to the many horses and their scents. His sense of smell was heightened, and so he could smell much better than any usual horse. Tingal turned away from the gathered horses and set off."Good-bye, strangers alike."He whispered gently."And good-bye, young foals, may your lives be full of happiness."Tingal trotted away, gazing back just once to see the many friends and family of the mare greeting her and speaking with her. This was something Tingal could never have. He could never have friends or family. He flicked his ears back in saddness and sorrow before leaving the horses to socialize. OOC: Tingal has left the thread. Word Count: 165
12-03-2012, 08:44 AM
Just then, her oldest son stepped into the clearing. The ghostly pale colt shone under the moonlight, a slightly worried look upon his face as he passed the striped steed, then focusing his mulberry gaze at his dam and Torasin. Eyes widened noticeably when he saw the twins suckling next to his dam, but he did not say anything. “Mother, are you quite alright?” he asked as he stepped closer, touching her gently on the shoulder while eyeing his younger siblings out of the corner of his globes. Daenerys understood that he felt threatened by the new siblings, and it hurt her that he would worry instead of rejoice, but she knew he didn’t do it out of ill nature. He was just so young still, perhaps too young; she had been rash in getting pregnant again, but she had succumbed to her desires and this was the result.
“I am fine, Ahriman. Come greet your siblings, Eris and Ares. They will be needing your valiant protection and guidance. You’re a big brother now,” she said to him, rubbing her maw against his flank lovingly. She saw him straighten under her words. Yes, it was working as intended; the pale colt felt needed once more, rather than estranged. “Hello Torasin, it is good to see you. I trust you are well?” the tiny gentleman said, remembering his courtesies even in this extraordinary situation. Daenerys couldn’t help but smile and laugh quietly, the sound of chiming bells spilled across her lips, causing a smile to erupt on Ahriman’s face as well. He was like a sponge, absorbing his mother’s every emotion, and when she appeared to be okay, he could calm himself once more. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||
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