03-24-2017, 08:02 AM
DESPAYR
At Night she Walks the Beaches...
Days turned into weeks, weeks to months... And now here she was. Heavy, tired... Constant pain. When would it end? Surely it must end...
Her only sanctuary was the sandy beaches. The weight wasn't as straining on the soft sands. The to and fro of waves lapping the shores soothed her pains. A constant stabbing today, much more constant. She stood now fore walking exhausted her breath. Two toned orbs focused on the endless blue of the horizon, lost in its abyss. Her pain for a moment was lost in the vastness. For a moment it faded, but just as there is a calm there was a storm to follow...
To feel as though your body is being ripped open from the inside out is undescribable. It's the kind that sends you to your knees, gasping for air as you try to remember how to breathe. To stand is impossible. Under the intense wave of agony she collapses to the sands. Uncomfortable from the expansion of her ribs she lays anyway. Heaving chest to collect air as quickly as possible. Gaze landing upon the seas once more, begging for relief. More pain came over her as instincts instructed her farther. A need, an urge to push...
As quickly as it came on it ended. The pain dulled, pressure relieved. Instantly she found herself breathing easier. Nares drew in the salty air and new scents. Her crown lifted from the sands, twisting to view the cause for so much stress. A messy ball of black and silver lie nearly motionless. Footing was found and she rose quickly. Muzzle brushing against the damp hide of her newborn. Quickly she cleaned his delicate face. Wiping away the sand from his eyes. Slowly they opened and much to her dismay they were not his father's eyes... They were not crimson red, nor were they an earth tone brown but a pure ocean blue. A mixture of deep navy and sky hues beautifully displayed on his pied face. Marking similar to her own but in an unique color. She dotted upon him for a few moments more then softly whispered a name, "Imperial is what I'll call you."
Her only sanctuary was the sandy beaches. The weight wasn't as straining on the soft sands. The to and fro of waves lapping the shores soothed her pains. A constant stabbing today, much more constant. She stood now fore walking exhausted her breath. Two toned orbs focused on the endless blue of the horizon, lost in its abyss. Her pain for a moment was lost in the vastness. For a moment it faded, but just as there is a calm there was a storm to follow...
To feel as though your body is being ripped open from the inside out is undescribable. It's the kind that sends you to your knees, gasping for air as you try to remember how to breathe. To stand is impossible. Under the intense wave of agony she collapses to the sands. Uncomfortable from the expansion of her ribs she lays anyway. Heaving chest to collect air as quickly as possible. Gaze landing upon the seas once more, begging for relief. More pain came over her as instincts instructed her farther. A need, an urge to push...
As quickly as it came on it ended. The pain dulled, pressure relieved. Instantly she found herself breathing easier. Nares drew in the salty air and new scents. Her crown lifted from the sands, twisting to view the cause for so much stress. A messy ball of black and silver lie nearly motionless. Footing was found and she rose quickly. Muzzle brushing against the damp hide of her newborn. Quickly she cleaned his delicate face. Wiping away the sand from his eyes. Slowly they opened and much to her dismay they were not his father's eyes... They were not crimson red, nor were they an earth tone brown but a pure ocean blue. A mixture of deep navy and sky hues beautifully displayed on his pied face. Marking similar to her own but in an unique color. She dotted upon him for a few moments more then softly whispered a name, "Imperial is what I'll call you."
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