"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
07-02-2016, 09:20 AM (This post was last modified: 07-02-2016, 09:20 AM by Sabé.)
you just activated a nuclear warhead
It had been a long pregnancy and Sabe knew the child inside her was going to be a handful. It was always poking and prodding her and clearly was ready to enter the world these past few days. Ruri was a pretty easy pregnancy, smooth sailing compared to this one. She was a bitch to begin, but she always grew extra grumpy when she was pregnant, this was no exception. She had been pregnant for quiet some time and was ready to pop, the contractions she had been getting since last night were a clear message.
The contractions grew stronger leaving Sabe to think the foal would make an appearance today, she had better find a place to birth away from the others. She was not a fan of there move to the volcanic village and to be honest the ground was so dead it wouldn't even soak up the mess from birthing. It would just be there, for them to lay in. The thought disgusted her, she continued on her travels for a quiet place. Her head hung low to the ground, she snorted every few steps watching the dust fly around her, hoof prints with every step flying to leave her coat appear sooty. She was able to remain pretty isolated from the other mares of the kingdom, and just hoped it would remain that way while until this foal was out of her. After a few hours the mare finally found a place to rest, it might have been the place because the contractions kicked into high gear. She knew what the pain meant, the foal would be here by the end of the night.
She was near the base of a mountain, it was pretty out in the open but at least she could see anyone coming her way. She buckled her front legs, rear following, laying down on the ground. Her breathing got heavier and when her body could not refrain from pushing she gave in ready to get this foal out.
It seemed like forever that she was pushing, now soaked in sweat, her ears pinned to her head as she gave another push causing her to squeal. She was finally able to take a deep breath, looking at the ground a foal almost identical to Ruri layed before her. A smile escaped as it was a colt this time, he was a bay dun just like Ruri but he had white markings on his legs unlike Ruri. She turned her head to nuzzle the colt, cleaning him in the process. "Zepar" she whispered to him, her own little demon.
07-03-2016, 01:40 PM (This post was last modified: 07-03-2016, 01:40 PM by Chemdog.)
@[Zepar]
@[Sabé]
He literally can't stay off of her. So. Unlucky for his golden beauty-face, she seemed to be in a constant state of pregnancy or maternal something or other. He wouldn't deny, he sort of liked it. She was quite good at it. Clearly the best mother of the herd so far, having raised one already and bringing another so willingly into the world. It made his loins stir just thinking of her capable little ass. The only thing we wasn't so thrilled about with Sabé was her lack of love for his home, her home. She seemed to always find the barren bad spots, frowning always when she looks around. There is so much fertility and beauty in the Village. Rolling hills, rivers of lava r clear water, waterfalls, a lack, a coast, a few tropical isles – exotic birds, fruits and even a patch of ancient forest. He isn't quite sure why she's not getting it, but his patience with the subject of her displeased demeanor over the Village is starting to wear thin.
He moves on.
He can smell her coat and the scent of blood. It's not like death blood, it's different. The mixed aromas of her lactation and the tender taste of the newborn's scent also makes the gore of life smell much lovelier than the gore of death's pungent stench. “Wow.” He whispers, moving cautiously toward her with his head lowered to the babe's level. “A boy this time, aye?” He bumps the boy with his scruffy muzzle, breathing him in and giving him a few loving licks to clean him off a bit.
“Well done, Sabé, well done.” He presses his lips to her sweaty cheek, huffing a warm breath onto her moist skin. His teeth and prehensile lip nibbles at her neck for a moment. He can never help himself from molesting her a bit. Obviously – she's always pregnant. He becomes distracted and lifts his head up to look around, “ Where is Ruri these days, anyway?” His ears swivel and his eyes look around to see if maybe he'd missed her when he had first approached.
He inhales the musty scent of soil, allowing an exhale to form soon after, the first breaths of a demon. His dark chocolate eyes meet the gaze of another, one who he supposes is his mother. Her muzzle greets him in an embrace as she caresses over him until he is cleansed of any residue of birth. Her vocals reach his lobes, as a two syllable word forms within his petite head, Zepar. His name.
The boy's body shifts as his attention turns onto his long appendages. Inspecting them briefly, before a little voice in his head decides to speak up, telling the dun boy to stand. Hesitantly he shifts his body to a point where he would be able to push himself up using his white socked legs. He lifts himself up for a decent period of time before something, or someone bumps him. Throwing Zepar off the balance, the long legged foal tips over collapsing onto the rock hard ground. Letting out a sharp squeal, Zepar finds himself being licked by the same being that bumped him back onto the ground.
His head shifts, as he nips out at the black and white being gripping onto the smallest bit of skin to at least feel like a small little pinch. Defiantly, he shifts his body once more in order to make it easier to stand. Pushing up his petite bay build, the little colt stumbles beside his mother leaning on her for balance.
Finally, his balance remains stable and with careful steps, the boy meanders around for a short period of time before returning to his mother's side. A pang in his stomach signals that his body is need of food, and the little boy bows his head, beneath his mother, finding the source of food.
His hunger now fulfilled, Zepar meanders around his mother, testing the limits of his legs.
She continued to clean the colt, until she heard anothers presence approaching, one she assumed to be Chemdog. She turned her head to gaze at the black and white stallion a small smile curled on her lips at his appearance, ears gently raised up. He looks at the colt, appearing more satisfied with the colt than there last foal, a filly. She knew another mare was pregnant in the herd, but unsure if she birthed or what gender it was, she presumed this was his first born colt.
She watches as he reaches down gently cleaning the colt for a moment before moving to nuzzle her cheek, she closed her eyes grateful for his support. Although she found herself pregnant these days she truly enjoyed his company regardless of the location they resided in. It took time but the mare has moved on from the forest, whatever reason it was he wanted to move was for the best interest of the herd. She had to trust it truly was, and the dirt would grow on her. Distracted from her thoughts he asked about Ruri, there daughter, she took a moment to think before responding. She travels out and about on her own, very stubborn, like her father. She smiled and lifted herself off the ground moving her head to gently nip at Chem.
Her eyes gazed over the colt who prepared to take his first steps, wobbly at first leaning on her for support. She smiled lowering her head to nuzzle him on top of his neck, soon enough he moved forward finding his footing mastering walking. A feeling of joy overtook her body, she couldn't help but enjoy watching her foals grow everyday learning something new. He came back looking for a source of food, quickly find her source of milk and latching on. She turned to gaze at Chemdog, who seemed rather displeased with her temper since moving to the volcanic village I've grown to like the new herd lands it hurt to push out of her mouth, it was still growing on her, but she knew it was for the best interest. She was more or less hurt to let go of the forest as it was the lands they claimed together, but perhaps he had something up his sleeve for these lands.
Chemdog chuckles when his son reaches out to grab flesh. Soon enough he'll be able to knock the little fucker down and show him a thing or too about his dear ol' Da. For now the white faced stallion is satisfied to watch the little fellow move around in the emerald grasses and nurse from his golden mother. Sabé speaks of their daughter, his first born ever, as if she's a vagabond. He's not sure he likes such an idea. His daughter just wandering about, meandering into whomever. He makes a mental note to himself that he'll need to find her soon and ask her about these 'stubborn adventures' she's having.
He grazes with them for a while. Watching the landscape, the sunset, the night sky. He remains with them until they wander off or fall asleep. Whichever comes first. He doesn't sleep, though, and moves off into the moonlit darkness. It was time to travel to the Valley and retrieve his other daughter. He traces his lips softly against Sabé's honey-glow cheek and then her hip and thigh before disappearing. He'd surely return to her soon enough – she was too willing, too sultry, too seductive to his particular appetites for him to ever leave her without him for long.
c h e m d o g
in absentia luci, tenebrae vincunt
alrighty, closing this one so we can make a new one
if you beat me to a new thread just tag me! ;p
