07-16-2015, 09:55 PM
It must be almost time.
The iron stallion stalks through the territory, cold eyes searching out his favourite little playtoy. He’s been giving her space during the winter, giving her time to grow and regain her health while she carries his child. He has of course been keeping an eye on her (he is impressed with her progress), but he hasn’t actually seen her for the past few days. She must have either had the child, or be close.
He eventually finds her in a small patch of grass, sprawled out on her side. She’s still pregnant - her sides are as swollen as anything, massive and rounded by the child within. He’s a little disappointed, really. He wants to see this child, see if it’s worthy. But he knows he won’t have much longer to wait anyhow.
“Well hello darling.” He slinks up behind her and nibbles tenderly at the crest of her mane. “How are you doing?” She is so, so, incredibly fat. It cannot be comfortable. Not that he really cares about her comfort of course. But he can pretend. “It must be almost time!” He lips at her belly, trying to feel if the child is moving at all. Sensing nothing, he reaches out with his power to feel the heartbeat within. At the very least, the child has a strong heart. “I wonder what it will be like …” He trails off, thinking. Will this one be it? Will this one be his heir? It certainly would be ironic if it came from Ghoest …
The iron stallion stalks through the territory, cold eyes searching out his favourite little playtoy. He’s been giving her space during the winter, giving her time to grow and regain her health while she carries his child. He has of course been keeping an eye on her (he is impressed with her progress), but he hasn’t actually seen her for the past few days. She must have either had the child, or be close.
He eventually finds her in a small patch of grass, sprawled out on her side. She’s still pregnant - her sides are as swollen as anything, massive and rounded by the child within. He’s a little disappointed, really. He wants to see this child, see if it’s worthy. But he knows he won’t have much longer to wait anyhow.
“Well hello darling.” He slinks up behind her and nibbles tenderly at the crest of her mane. “How are you doing?” She is so, so, incredibly fat. It cannot be comfortable. Not that he really cares about her comfort of course. But he can pretend. “It must be almost time!” He lips at her belly, trying to feel if the child is moving at all. Sensing nothing, he reaches out with his power to feel the heartbeat within. At the very least, the child has a strong heart. “I wonder what it will be like …” He trails off, thinking. Will this one be it? Will this one be his heir? It certainly would be ironic if it came from Ghoest …
K H A O S
iron son of carnage and oswyn
hell is empty and all the devils are here
Reference here
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Ugh I'm so sorry for the wait.
