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    Assailant -- Year 226

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    "But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura


    Quand on n'a que l'amour - Byrne, any [birthing]
    #1

    Though it is her first time experiencing, she know it are contractions by instinct. The first couple had taken her by surprise, waking her up from her sleep. She’d been alone, which perhaps was a good thing, with nobody to  witness the expression upon her features. Easy to say it had not been one of Amorette’s most charming expressions ever.

    Then she had expected her child to come soon, but little less had been true. The pre-contractions had lasted a day or two, and it had made those two days one of the most uncomfortable ones in her life thus far. Not knowing what to do with herself, the ebony mare had kept to herself, with the volcano as her base.

    It is there where she eventually went down, sheltered and alone. Not that predators were to be found this deep into Tephra, but neither did Amore enjoy a couple to prying eyes.

    Sweat cloaks her sides, and every breath is with a slight heave. Most are shallow, but some deep as she’s getting ready to push, again. Never had she known just how physically exhausting it was to birth a child. Oh yes, the fire healer knows it does not happen on its own, but experiencing it first hand is something very, very different.

    Soft grunts escape past her lips as the contractions grow worse, now actually giving her the need to push. And so she does. It does not take long before the wet bundle lies behind her. With a soft nicker she sits up, and bends her neck so she can reach toward it, wet golden brown, but Levi’s sabino white is unmistakable there too. But not just Levi’s child. Hérs too.

    Right from that moment she feels the motherly love. The bond between mother and child, and nobody to take it from her. Once she gets up – ignoring her own discomfort – Amore quick gets to cleaning him. She nickers softly, murmuring nothing but sweet words to him. Welcome to the world, little one.

    Amorette

    Quand on n'a que l'amour.




    @[J'adore]
    Figured that I could write something quickly! <3
    #2

    He had watched her - his one-time lover, the mother of his child. 
    Or what he suspects is his child, he couldn't know for sure because he hadn't asked her.

    She spent so much time at the base of the volcano, he knew where he could find her and it was hard for him not to make an excuse to pass by every few days to catch a glimpse of her, fascinated by the way her girth grew rounder every day.

    He had meant to stop, to approach her and ask the questions which the sight of her ignited. But something had stopped him. He was afraid to know the answer.

    Spring is ripe in the air today, he knows because he has just returned from the common lands - Tephra rarely showed the signs of the season. As he crosses into Tephra he seeks her out immediately and finds her easily. She stands alone, panting and obviously in pain, but he keeps his distance. He is content to remain her unseen guardian until time proves weather this is his child or not. 

    But then she falls, and his legs move on their own. 

    He is beside her then, touching her damp forehead with his muzzle, and as another contraction grips her it brings him to his knees. He lays with her, offering her soft words of encouragement, and whatever comfort she will accept from him.

    His child or not- he couldn't watch her do this alone. 

    She stands and he does the same. Amore begins to clean their child and his eyes are bright as a small, frail sabino is reviled. "Amore," he breathes as he is drawn to the colt. He lips the tiny hooves and cleans the dampness from the colts springy mane. "He's perfect," he finally says when he can pull his eyes away. "What will you call him?"

    Levi
    so scream you, out from behind the bitter ache.
    #3
    Byrne
    What exhausting business, being born. It was such a tight squeeze and then a big fall, followed by the greatest expanse one could possibly imagine. There were no limits to this new environment. Well perhaps the ground (that he lay in a heap on), but even that seemed to go on forever in all directions. Such vibrant colors - the light overwhelming. Smells and sounds and the gentle touch of his mother's tongue on his skin. 

    His dark eyes blink up at her, bewildered, as she goes about cleaning him. There is another with them as well. They speak to one another but the words don't really reach him just yet; they still sound muffled and far away. He allows his head to rest on the ground for a moment while he catches his breath (still so new and fresh in his lungs) and his nose takes in the lush smell of the dirt and the grass. How much there was to learn about this new place! The idea invigorates him and he begins to try to move more of himself around (the better to explore). 

    As his father (for who else could the other horse be) lips at his crest, he is just as surprised as could be to feel the gentle warmth of an almost translucent-white flame spring to life along the line of his neck and on his rear. But perhaps this makes sense, because his father has similar flames in these spots as well. He decides to focus on other things for the time being, like getting his thin, long legs in a suitable position beneath him. 
    Heir of Fire and Ash


    Sorry it's taken so long friends. I've been dealing with some stuff IRL but hopefully I'll get my muse back <3
    @[Amorette] @[Levi]
    #4

    It is a good thing that he hadn’t asked her if the child was his or not. That question, and his doubt, would stand between them. Like all the other things they still hadn’t talked about. One of them her fear that her child didn’t have just one, but two blood siblings.

    Levi disappearing again had hurt, but not nearly as much as finding his scent all over Kolera. In the very same way as it had clung to her own too. She does not regret the deed, but she does regret her obliviousness. In her bitterness Amorette never noticed his lingering presence, the watchful eye from afar. Not until he is at her side, when she least expects him to.

    His timing could have been better, but all what matters to the ebony mare right here and now is to know that he is there for her. For them. Right when she needs him the most. No words are exchanged, only gentle touches and caresses through childbirth.

    She is glowing. There is no other word to describe how she feels. Her love flows over, and it only grows stronger with each moment that passes. ”He is,” she murmurs softly in reply, unable to tear her gaze away from her son. Though she does allow Levi to touch him, Amorette does not pull away herself. Nothing in the world could separate them, only she herself could. And for that she is definitely not ready.

    The flames surprise her, where, in fact, they should not. After all, he is Levi’s son. Slowly her dark lips curl into a smile and lovingly the reaches out to nuzzle the colt. ”Byrne,” she answers after a while, only slowly able to tear her gaze away and meet Levi’s gaze. ”What do you think of Byrne?”

    She might be the mother, but the colt is as much Levi’s as hers. And although she appreciates him to allow her this, to give her this, she simply wants his approval. Needs it, as his presence gives her hope somewhere deep down. Would it proof to be futile?

    Movement makes it unable for Amorette to hold the tall stallion’s gaze. Instead she finds herself looking at the colt, so frail and small, and yet so strong and distinctive already. She watches him moving his legs, forcing herself to take a step back to allow him his space. He would need it, in able to even try to get up. ”Byrne..” she mumbles lovingly.

    Right now, he is all she allows on her mind, all other things can, must, wait.

    Amorette

    Quand on n'a que l'amour.

    #5

    Just as Levi's muzzle touches the colt's crest, flames spring to life from the place where his mane should be. His broad face jerks back suddenly in surprise, but there is no anger in her eyes - quite the opposite. 

    He gives a quick, short laugh - pleased that his son has carried on his unusual mane and tail in his own way. "Ah! Look at you, a Tephra boy through and through." he encourages the wide-eyed boy before turning his mismatched gaze back on Amore.

    "It's a good name." He states and he looks her over. It was his first time experiencing child-birth from such a close range, and he is amazed that she has the stamina to stand there with nothing buy joy written across her face after such an ordeal. When she moves he adjusts to bring his heavy frame alongside hers, a united front as they watch their son. He is painfully aware of all that is left unsaid between them, but he is content that for today they can exist in harmony. "I'm glad you let me stay..." he says in a low tone so only she can hear. Now may not be the time to open old wounds, but he knows they must at some point - but he would wait for her to tell him when. 

    Then Byrne is gathering himself, searching for his feet and Levi's attention returns to the colt. His skull lowers so that he can easily reach out should Byrne's first attempt to stand be less than successful - not that he is in any danger, with his two parents hovering over him.
    Levi
    so scream you, out from behind the bitter ache.


    @[Byrne]




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