the Rift


Breathe me [birth, open]

Daenerys Posts: 41
Outcast
Mare :: Equine :: 14.2 hh :: 5
Cami
#1
keep keep on running, there's no place like home
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.

Tingal Posts: 110
Outcast atk: 5.0 | def: 9 | dam: 5.5
Stallion :: Hybrid :: 17 hh :: 9 years HP: 62.5 | Buff: NOVICE
dark
#2
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

Crow Posts: N/A
Unregistered
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#3



On white and black wings, Crow coasted on the cold frostfall up drafts. His mind was alive with excitement, thoughts and unspoken words rushing through his mind after his encounter with The Grey. But, lacking a voice, he had been unable to share his feelings. Here, above the land and forest, he could clear his mind.

Glancing below him, he saw a mare staggering through the trees. He banked slightly, slowing down his pace enough to see her collapse. His wing beats quickened, and he dove into a spiral, spinning from the sky into a nearby opening in the canopy. The second his front hooves met the ground, he's wings came clamped shut to his sides, and his powerful legs rocketed him through the maze of trees. He saw the mare, and another stallion. Crow skid to a halt, stomping one massive hoof. He saw the mare, laying exhausted and sweat covered. Beside her lay the small breathing forms of a colt and filly. He cocked his head, as seeing an equine mother with twins alone was unknown to him, accompanied by the fact the colt showed a nub of a horn, and the filly had two small wings folded at her sides.

He slowly approached the mare, his head dropped down, unthreatening. His silver eyes caught Daenery's. A small smile spread across his soft lips, and he pace forward until he could place his muzzle on her forehead. It was his silent Congratulations,. His long neck turned his head, pulling two feathers from his wing. He then sloped his head, attempting to weave his small gift into the foals' tiny wet manes. Pleased with his gift, he stepped back, and gave one more nod to the new mother. He then retreated to the trees, back on his journey but filled with a new appreciation for life.



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Torasin Posts: 132
Deceased
Stallion :: Equine :: 16.1 :: 8
imi
#4

A new birth was always a blessing to all. Torasin felt a new connection to this amazing event now he too was a father. Kiba flew above the trees, his leathery wings carry him slightly in front of his bonded. The scent was familiar and the gilded man knew it as Daenerys, a fellow Qian and Edge member who must now be giving birth to her two new sons. So far as he knew, the white femme already had a son by the name of Ahriman, a fine young colt who was slightly older than his own twin sons. His forward gait took him further into the wood and soon two new scents entered his nostrils, two! The paint picked up into a trot with surprise and joy written on his face. Another miracle had been bestowed and this time upon his herd mate, the entrance of twins into the world was special indeed.

When Torasin arrived two others were also there, a tiger horse and a pegasus steed. He knew neither of them and he looked curiously at the tiger boy. Resisting his natural instincts to flee as the prey, the paint shivered and looked away, giving the pegasus a polite nod and walking to Daenerys. Wonder and concern lacing his face. Delivering twins was no easy task. His brown bonded had flown down from the skies and now rested upon his back, golden pools looking curiously through pale mane at the newborns. One a unicorn and one a pegasus. How intriguing! Was the father a hybrid then, to produce such wondrous offspring. Daenerys herself was no simple equine with gold splashes lapping up greying legs and lavender pools enough to enchant any steed she wanted. As elegant and flamboyant as ever, Torasin dipped his head to the mother and her children in a cheery greeting.

"Twins are a wondrous gift, congratulations Daenerys! Have you named them yet?" curious green oculars looked from one boy to the other girl, both a palomino colour. One had hair with more orange qualities and the other with small gilded wings with fiery tips. Kiba was chattering quietly, making noises of wonder and he leant further down the steed's back. Torasin proffered his head and took a closer look at the two, his smile mirroring his joy. "I imagine you're weary after such an experience. If you should need it, I offer my healing skill though I think rest is all you need, milady"

He turned to look at the femme then, turning his shining smile on her and then moved away with Kiba watching on with curiosity.

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Daenerys Posts: 41
Outcast
Mare :: Equine :: 14.2 hh :: 5
Cami
#5
keep keep on running, there's no place like home
The snowy femme was completely consumed by the immediate bonding that naturally evolves between mother and offspring. A deep rumble in her throat served to soothe the two, as they gazed upon her with wide, frightened eyes that are so typical of newborns. This world was radically different from all they had known thus far, the warm, pulsating uterus replaced by cold, sharp air. In order to protect her young, Daenerys soon sought for her footing, getting up stiffly from her comfortable resting spot. They would have to try their legs, in order to be able to run from any danger. She looked up and thistle gaze fell upon a hybrid stallion, delicate lobes pointed to him when he spoke. An exhausted, albeit polite smile appeared on her face at his question. “Don’t worry, it is quite alright. We’re fine now,” the fae replied softly. “Thank you for the kind words, stranger,” she added at his remark, booming with pride of her young.

She turned her head at the sound of hoof beats, at first slightly worried for her young at the sight of the large figure, but she sensed no cruel intention in the stallion’s eyes, so when he smiled she returned the gesture placidly. He moved closer to her and for a moment, she wanted to step back, but she stood her ground. The touch to her forehead was gentle, and she somehow understood that he had no words to express, because he couldn’t. “Thank you, kind sir,” she chimed quietly, acknowledging his form of congratulating her. Thistle optics watched as the black and white stallion greeted the young ones, weaving fathers into their sprouting manes. The mare nodded her ‘thank you’, watching with slight surprise as the Pegasus turned and left, disappearing within the shadows between the trees. It was certainly one of the more puzzling encounters she had made in her life, but it had left an impression all the same.

Dany nuzzled her young to stand and after a couple attempts, the filly got up and staggered a few, shaking steps to her mom’s side to nurse. The colt had more difficulties, not because he wasn’t strong enough, but because it seemed challenging for him to gain balance when standing. With a bit of support from a gentle nudge, Dany encouraged him in the direction of food, where he soon greedily suckled opposite of his sister. All was bliss, and as Torasin arrived upon the scene, Dany was calm and collected. His joyous face was reflected in her own visage, washing away any concern that might dwell within the painted steed. “Thank you Torasin, they most certainly are!” she returned in greeting, turning her muzzle to fondly caress the rump of her daughter. “This little girl will be known as Eris, and her brother will be Ares,” she chimed in response to his inquiry, not needing much time to think but rather instinctively knowing it. The filly ceased her feeding for a moment, to look at Torasin with her large, violet eyes. She would be as beautiful as her mother one day, and quite the enchantress herself. But for now, her growling stomach and base need of food was all that was on her mind, so she quickly returned to her business. “A generous offer, dear friend, but I think rest is the best medicine for the moment,” the dam spoke, agreeing with his sentiment.

Tingal Posts: 110
Outcast atk: 5.0 | def: 9 | dam: 5.5
Stallion :: Hybrid :: 17 hh :: 9 years HP: 62.5 | Buff: NOVICE
dark
#6
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

Ahriman Posts: N/A
Unregistered
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#7
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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