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09-24-2013, 02:09 PM
The sound of crashing water filled the wild woman's ears, as daytime came upon the land once again. Smirking and gracefully lifting her head up, the lass inhaled the salty air, almost giggling when water slightly sprayed on her pregnant body. The colt growing inside of her was weighing her down, and Naeatii had doubts that she would make it alive with such a big foal growing in her fattened belly.
But then again, she was a fighter by nature. She would try to keep both of them alive at the end of her ordeal of giving birth. There was one thing that devastated her. Going on a small journey, a new adventure, she had come back to see that everyone had vanished, especially little Amara. Where did the Pirates go? Have they disbanded? Grief pricked at her heart, but the dark lass forced herself to stare forwards with no facial expressions, yet her eyes seemed to be welling up with tears.
Matata had also left. He impregnated her so suddenly during breeding season, and now she was left with a growing child! How would she take care of it? Shutting her eyes, the lass replayed fantasies of the Pirates and her raising the newborn children together, and how Naeatii would raise her son to be a wild pirate such as she was. Those days were gone. Days of happiness. During the days of the darkened lands, the lass felt absolute solitude.
Wishing there was someone else here, maybe a horse with a tidbit of information, the lass stopped staring at the sea and decided to haul herself, walking along the endless stretch of sand. As she continued treading slowly, the lass's azure eyes caught a black and white figure in the distance. With a small smirk, the woman tried to urge herself to walk a little bit faster, trying to cover distance.
"Hello! What are you doing out here?" She called out to the mare. Realizing the woman's swollen belly, a smirk appeared once more on her face. Was everyone getting pregnant by bastard stallions? At least they already had one thing in common.
But then again, she was a fighter by nature. She would try to keep both of them alive at the end of her ordeal of giving birth. There was one thing that devastated her. Going on a small journey, a new adventure, she had come back to see that everyone had vanished, especially little Amara. Where did the Pirates go? Have they disbanded? Grief pricked at her heart, but the dark lass forced herself to stare forwards with no facial expressions, yet her eyes seemed to be welling up with tears.
Matata had also left. He impregnated her so suddenly during breeding season, and now she was left with a growing child! How would she take care of it? Shutting her eyes, the lass replayed fantasies of the Pirates and her raising the newborn children together, and how Naeatii would raise her son to be a wild pirate such as she was. Those days were gone. Days of happiness. During the days of the darkened lands, the lass felt absolute solitude.
Wishing there was someone else here, maybe a horse with a tidbit of information, the lass stopped staring at the sea and decided to haul herself, walking along the endless stretch of sand. As she continued treading slowly, the lass's azure eyes caught a black and white figure in the distance. With a small smirk, the woman tried to urge herself to walk a little bit faster, trying to cover distance.
"Hello! What are you doing out here?" She called out to the mare. Realizing the woman's swollen belly, a smirk appeared once more on her face. Was everyone getting pregnant by bastard stallions? At least they already had one thing in common.
