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04-13-2013, 07:43 PM
He'd stood by, a quiet shadow, watching as his beloved grew steadily in girth in the aftermath of their heated rendevous on the beach. Pleasure and pride and love had filled him from the first, gradually making way for concern as she'd continued to round. Only then did he worry about the dramatic differences in their sizes, whether her petite figure could bear his children safely. So he was never too far away, always within earshot of her calls, forever listening for any murmur from her bonded.
When the inevitable happened, he was quick to respond, moving with surprising agility for one of his dimensions through the trees. Yet he was not the first to respond, which pained him somewhat, though he was happy to share the moment in which their family increased in count. A soft croon was given voice to, a wordless expression of love and encouragement as he watched Mirage deliver their daughters into the world. And then he was immensely grateful for the presence of Torasin, when his beloved shadow mare, his queen, lay too still even as her daughters began to stir. There was naught he could do but continue his low croon, encouraging his beloved to keep fighting while the Moon Doctor healed her hurts.
His golden eyes watched his daughters as his chest vibrated with his simple low call. He recognized his mother in them, their pale coloring, the metallic glint of royal scales across their bodies. It pleased him, and he drew closer to his children. It never occurred to him to be jealous of the attention they garnered from little Kali and from Thor, though he stood protectively above them. It was only natural that Mirage's children draw the love and attention of those that followed her, the many extentions of the family she'd forged and welcomed him into.
"Dearest," he rumbled to her, trusting Torasin's skills to have revived her and calling to her now to rise. "You have done magnificently, and our daughters wait to meet you." There was gentle love and laughter in his eyes as he gazed upon Mirage and Akaith, before he bent his head to brush his muzzle against the crest of his golden-scaled daughter, then reached farther to nuzzle the rump of his silver-scaled daughter.
When the inevitable happened, he was quick to respond, moving with surprising agility for one of his dimensions through the trees. Yet he was not the first to respond, which pained him somewhat, though he was happy to share the moment in which their family increased in count. A soft croon was given voice to, a wordless expression of love and encouragement as he watched Mirage deliver their daughters into the world. And then he was immensely grateful for the presence of Torasin, when his beloved shadow mare, his queen, lay too still even as her daughters began to stir. There was naught he could do but continue his low croon, encouraging his beloved to keep fighting while the Moon Doctor healed her hurts.
His golden eyes watched his daughters as his chest vibrated with his simple low call. He recognized his mother in them, their pale coloring, the metallic glint of royal scales across their bodies. It pleased him, and he drew closer to his children. It never occurred to him to be jealous of the attention they garnered from little Kali and from Thor, though he stood protectively above them. It was only natural that Mirage's children draw the love and attention of those that followed her, the many extentions of the family she'd forged and welcomed him into.
"Dearest," he rumbled to her, trusting Torasin's skills to have revived her and calling to her now to rise. "You have done magnificently, and our daughters wait to meet you." There was gentle love and laughter in his eyes as he gazed upon Mirage and Akaith, before he bent his head to brush his muzzle against the crest of his golden-scaled daughter, then reached farther to nuzzle the rump of his silver-scaled daughter.
