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Shooting stars - Nymf, any - Ilma - 07-10-2018 Ilma And there's a lesson waiting to be learned the firestarters always get the burns and the good guys never get the girl
She’s a first-class idiot, that she is. First, for falling for the guys she should not be near, then, for seeking one of those guys out (the wrong one, she should have picked the other one at the time) and not recognizing that he was never there for her personality but for her looks, and third, for letting him get under skin once more. For calling him names and that it front of another, who could have been a friend had she handled things differently. and shooting stars cannot fix the world @[Nymf] if you want. She could use a friend right about now I think. (: RE: Shooting stars - Nymf, any - Nymf - 07-14-2018
Wandering. It almost felt to be a permanent state for her as she found it impossible to cease her tireless attempt to escape her guilt. The pounding of her heart thumped in tune to the pull that urged her to return to that moment of time. It felt like it could almost be too easy, to return back to the days when she would wake at his side and feel the warmth of him. Exhaling she hated to accept the complexity of their relations. Despite her growing desire, she could not bring herself to reveal to him the truth of her growing middle - and he had been blissfully ignorant to it. She knew she had remained there too long, embracing the ease that was her nightly return to his always eager embrace. Perhaps that painted her as slut - but the magnetism that was their attraction was undeniable. Lost within the blue of sky, she followed the length of the river, accosted by a swarm of memories of her first meeting with Svedka. It had been midwinter when she had peeled herself out of his grasp. Hardly able to convince herself that their growing child had nothing to do with her sudden need for space. Alone, she had been tormented by nightmares nightly - forced to relive the cruelty that was the memory of her son's birth and death. Though, instead of his cream colored frame, a miniature of Svedka lay in a precious heap. Lifeless. Waves of panic would wake her - gifting her with another day to cling to her foal's small signs of life. With all that was within her, Nymf knew that she could not deliver the child near the place where she had bid farewell to her son. And so, she wandered, avoiding the coastal plain. Swooping low, her eyes drank in the sight of the slowly thawing river. The rise in temperature was barely noticeable, but she caught glimpses of its evidences upon the land. Effortlessly her hooves met the slush that made up the ground with a shock of cold sent up the length of her legs. Wind whipped through the trees, icy as it drifted off the face if the river and wrapped her in his lingering scent. Even after so much time remnants if him clung to her. Stumbling forward she exhaled, her body trailing alongside the trickling body of water. Absently, her mind wandered as she walked. Rounding the bend a glimmer of light caught her attention. Blue eyes snapped to focus onto a lone milky figure belonging to another as she paced, clearly troubled by her thoughts. Nymf could relate. Like the cremello, the mare sported a brightly lit pair of wings - seemingly composed of the suns light as they glimmered with every movement made. Hesitant to disrupt whatever plagued the mare, Nymf maintained the distance between them. Nymf I Have No Tears Left To Cry @[Ilma] RE: Shooting stars - Nymf, any - Ilma - 07-15-2018 Ilma And there's a lesson waiting to be learned the firestarters always get the burns and the good guys never get the girl
The longer she stays by the water, the more she realizes that this winter night is not so cold as the ones before, or just not as cold as those in Hyaline. Spring is on it’s way. It leads her mind to last spring, the anxiety that had accompanied Llowell’s pending arrival, only countered by the palomino stallion’s unfaltering confidence in her. She smiles a little, but it wavers when she thinks of telling him -eventually- what had occurred today. With another sigh, she starts pacing back and forth again. and shooting stars cannot fix the world So, that had like, no break at all. lol @[Nymf] RE: Shooting stars - Nymf, any - Nymf - 07-22-2018
The riverbank is rocky and alive as once slumbering creatures emerged from their holes. Spring was a beautiful time, even despite the rushing of the river. Lost to it's current, branches and debris traveled unwillingly with it. As dusk befell the land, the chill returned and Nymf shivered against it. It doesnt take the ivory stranger long to turn and notice Nymf there, partially hidden by barren branches. Blushing, the cremello mare ducked her head in a meek greeting. The longer she stood, a discomfort had taken a hold of her. It was unlike anything she could explain, but she fought to keep her discomfort from impeding her courteousy. As she moved to approach the sunlit mare, a sharp prick radiated from deep within her abdomen. Flinching ever so slightly her trail twitched, its copper toned tresses swaying with the effect of the motion. Shaking away the cramp she refused her smile and took her steps forward. The sun had faded substantially and, with it, the mare's own glowing wings seemed to yawn. Truly a marvel she wastes no time in offering a spoken greeting, her words warm and excited as her own feet carried her closer. With growing nerves, Nymf listened, ever aware of the clenching and unclenching of her uterine muscles. They felt tight and demanding and she did her best to hide her discomfort. It was easy to credit the sudden shift as a result of her incessant travel - perhaps something not advisable for one in her condition. Still, she found an unexpected joy to be in the presence of another mare. It had been longer than she cared to admit since she had strayed from her solitude. Lust had consumed her and it was her growing comfort that had motivated her to leave. Ilma's questioning launched Nymf back into reality as she asked about their new queen. Her blush deepened. "Truthfully, I would not know," she admitted sheepishly. Her muscles tensed as she spoke as another cramp snuck up on her. "I have not been back for quite some time -" She gritted her teeth and stumbled backwards, her eyes closing against a strong wave as it overtook her. The child within her tossed itself violently, her hooves kicking out in protest. "I'm sorry," she offered weakly. "I'm not quite sure my unborn child appreciates my sudden need to travel." Although she chuckled, her nerves trembled. Grown lightheaded and began to sway as another shot of pain tightened its grip on her - this time accompanied by a sudden gush of fluid. Her water had broken. Nymf I Have No Tears Left To Cry @[Ilma] Let's get this party started! RE: Shooting stars - Nymf, any - Ilma - 07-22-2018 Ilma And there's a lesson waiting to be learned the firestarters always get the burns and the good guys never get the girl
The urge to move her wings - imaginary at this point though - was still there, almost like a phantom pain, or in this case, a phantom itch. But it had nothing to do with itches; rather with the slightly stressed look she got from the other mare, as if she was preoccupied with something else. and shooting stars cannot fix the world @[Nymf] You just got yourself a midwife RE: Shooting stars - Nymf, any - Nymf - 07-24-2018
Her eyes blinked, in seeing as her mind attempting to grasp the reality of her circumstances. Hot fluid ran down the length of her legs, seeping into her tail as it signaled the imminent birth of her foal. Spring was still new and worry immediately erupted within her. Images of her lifeless son buried at the base of a Nerinian cliff flooded her senses and immediately panic gripped her heart. His labor had been quick and painful. Fully formed and utterly beautiful he had looked a picture of his father and she had waited - desperately searching for signs of life. Numbed by her numerous losses she had been ready to end her life, to join them on the other side. Only, Volcan had found her - had reminded her that her death would not have been what they would have wanted. But now her body struggled as it prepared to deliver for the second time. The temperature had dropped significantly as the sun's warmth fades, giving way to night. Wildly her eyes darted around, searching for him as her body hungered for the familiarity of his touch. It is only as her gaze idly passes upon the white mare that she comprehends the question asked. Shaking Ilma's voice sounds foreign, almost as if it had been shouted from a faraway place. Slowly she shook her head 'no', admitting to her past failure to deliver. Her body clenched and writhed as the foal desperately fought to escape. Without the water to surround the child, Nymf could feel the full weight of the foal pressing upon her pelvis. It tore through her like knives and her eyes remain glued to Ilma as she instructed the worried mare to lie down. She obeyed. Almost immediately as her body kissed the cold earth the urge to push consumed her. Tears streamed down her face as new fears presented themselves. What if the child was born still, what would Svedka say? Would he hate her for her failure? She couldn't bear to think upon such things as wave after wave of contractions tore through her petite body. The world around her swirled with color as her head fell to the dirt as she strained and fought against her own physical desire to push until she could no longer. With one massive heave she was greeted by a sudden relief as her foal slipped free from its place within her. Breathless she lay still, the sudden quiet unsettling. Tear soaked and caked in sweat she shook from the effects of her exertion. She closed her eyes and listened to the pounding of her heart - above all else she wished to see her child alive and healthy. Lifting her head she gazed over the top of her vacated belly and locked eyes with a pair of warm irises. Through wetted lashes the filly watched her mother with vibrant curiosity and waves of relief crashed upon Nymf. The foal's heart was beating and she was absolutely perfect. Although dampened by her mother's fluid, she was the color of summer skies. Like her father, however, the soft blue of her coat was interrupted by patches of white. Nymf smiled warmly and gently licked the film away from her daughter's nose. It was miraculous, she relialized with a weary grin, to see such a gift given to her. Bleary eyed and delirious she gazed up at Ilma, fresh tears escaping past her veil of happiness. "Thank you, truly," she muttered through trembling chords. "I could not have done this without you." Nymf I Have No Tears Left To Cry I'm going to post Fae now. RE: Shooting stars - Nymf, any - Faellyn - 07-24-2018 Baby, you're like lightning in a bottle I can't let you go, now that I've got ya
Thus far her existence had been one of utter simplicity. Her world had been compiled of fleshy walls and the singular beating of a heart belonging to the one whom she already felt connected to. She was safe and warm and fed, growing larger within the confines of her protection. But it was as her size continued to enlarge that she found her once abundant space suddenly shrinking until there was no longer any room left for her to stretch. The more cramped she became the more she kicked out in protest, until, one day, the walls began to kick back. Squeezing and pushing she found herself maneuvered towards a small opening and it was as the beat grew more insistent that everything would change. Faellyn @[Ilma] RE: Shooting stars - Nymf, any - Ilma - 07-24-2018 Ilma And there's a lesson waiting to be learned the firestarters always get the burns and the good guys never get the girl
She left the other mare as little time to think about it as possible; that seemed the best thing to do, considering how fearful she looked. Ilma noted the small, but terrified-looking shake of the cremello mare's head with wonder - but it was something she stored for later. Right now, they had bigger fish to catch. and shooting stars cannot fix the world @[Nymf] RE: Shooting stars - Nymf, any - Nymf - 08-08-2018
The evening air was thick as the shield of night embraced them. Faraway a nightingale heralded the descent into darkness and Nymf shuddered at the spookiness of it. All around her time seemed to slow and she realized that it was later than she could have expected. Even the river seemed to move with an increased laziness, the sound of it almost soothing. Leaving behind a star littered sky, the sun slept bringing with it a cooling breeze. Upon weakened limbs, she stood protectively over the newborn filly. Sky blue, the filly would almost match the summer sky itself. White tufts of color broke apart the perfection of her soft hue and the ivory of her mane and tail contained the copper found I'm Nymf's own complexion. Soft and lithe the filly was built for beauty. Innocent brown eyes watched the adults with a curiosity as she hobbled around on unsteady limbs. Nymf's own limbs seemed inspired by her daughter's perserverence and she felt her strength slowly returning to her. The sound of Ilma's voice broke the silence and the cremello mare turned towards her. She flushed at the embarrassment of having not introduced herself properly. Taking a steady step forward she waited patiently for her child to draw near. Clumisly the filly set off in search of milk, the effort nearly toppling her completely. Smiling, Nymf gently guided the foal towards her objective and the foal instantly began to nurse. Nymf grinned victoriously, elation coursing through her. "I do apologize," she chuckled, her giddiness infecting her to her very core. "My name is Nymf, it is a pleasure to make your aquaintance. Words cannot even begin to describe my gratefulness towards you. Without you I do not think I could have done this." Glancing at the blue framed filly her smile wavered as fresh emotion gathered in her throat. A name presented itself, one that she would have named her son had he been born female. It seemed appropriate that it would find a new meaning, purpose and life. "I think I will call her, Faellyn," she said, the name fell past her like a breath held too long. Tentatively she met Ilma's gaze, her giddiness fading with the realization that there was still much to be done. Her mind shifted towards Svedka and everything she had been so sure of became shrouded by a thick haze. It was obvious that she could not return to Nerine as she had previously planned. Absently, she felt her gaze turn towards the mountain ranges just barely visible above the canopy of trees. Heavy hearted and filled with worry she realized what needed to be done. Faellyn deserved to know her father and he had a right to know of and be a part of her life. As anticipation once again bubbled up within her she realized that she had to face him. Nymf I Have No Tears Left To Cry @[Ilma] for timeline sake we can just say that they discuss svedka as being the father and Ilma agrees to escort them to Hyaline? I'll get a starter up there asap. |