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What dreams may come [birthing] - Bly - 01-15-2017
She doesn’t play by their rules, or exist as they exist. The chill of winter does not still her heart, it doesn’t freeze her core and if it did, she doesnt seem to notice- she is always still and cold. He had made her that way, taken her from as a young, gentle girl and made her into something else. He was always remaking things and with time she found she needed that, he was consistency in her otherwise bleak world. She cared about so very little now and yet she did not dismiss him as she did most every other thing. The dark God had done a number on her and he had done it well, centuries of perfecting his skill had made it so. What she feels now is not the bite of the freezing air, it is weight. Her middle is so very heavy, a terrible strain on her tender frame, she is much too little to carry so much. Yet somehow she did, all winter long she carried them, her barrel slowly expanding day after day- too quickly, much too quickly. In her mind she thought twins, two small things would soon leave her and then she would double her loss. She never managed to keep up with them for long, they wandered off or she did and she wasn’t too concerned on tracking them down. Today she trembles, her body aches, sides splitting along the length of her body and she knows that soon they will come. After so many times of doing this you would think it would be easy but it never was, no two times were alike and perhaps she was alone in that curse. She practically crawls to a thicket, hiding away within its leafy walls, panting with each wobbling step. It is hours before they come, most of the day passes as she yells in her thorny palace, straining to be rid of their pain. When they come she is spent, eyes bleary with blurred vision as she counts them. One, two, three. That explains it and she curses them, glaring at the little blobs of mess before licking them clean. She could do that much before she would need to rest. a colorless existence, never tasting life's delirium note: since she is having triplets i figured they wouldn't carry to term- so they are a bit early RE: What dreams may come [birthing] - Callbear|Vengeling|Sidlet - 01-15-2017 From the moment her little body hit the damp cool ground she was finitely aware that sh was no longer in control. She had spent the last weeks making the decisions, she was ready, she was cramped and she wanted out so be decided to make that happen. She didn't really care if her brothers were on the same page or not-- she was ready and they would have to follow her lead. At first, her mother ignored her urging, but eventually even she had no choice as she and her brothers were raring to get out. But once out the black little newborn was just that a little thing. Small and meek. unable to make anyone do anything she didn't like it she didn't like it one bit. She decided then and there she was over it already, she would be a force to be reckoned with, and those that defied her would surely learn the consequences. She didn't know anything about how the world worked, but to her, it didn't matter, the world would learn to work the way she wanted... it was only logical. ---- He was only a moment behind her, as he always seemed to follow her lead. She kicked, he kicked, she wanted out, he did too. The silver black newborn joined his sister in the world and immediately looked at her for what to do... he couldn't tell what she had in store for them but her ideas had got them out of that dark cramped place so surely she would be a good one to follow. But before he could do anything else his stomach growled. and panic struck him as he had no clue what that was. he flailed and his stick-like legs and was sprawled flat out on the ground and when it rumbled again he was on his feet....before he fell back over on to the ground. The noise stopped for a moment, so he didn't move, but he was more than aware. This world was weird and loud, how was his sister just chilling there? ----- Always last in the know, the silver grullo appaloosa boy came last, by the time he arrive his mother was tired and he felt sorry that, as he came aware of his new surroundings his siblings were on the ground in little lumps, and his mother was cleaning his sister, he watched really just trying to take everything in. As time passed his mother finally reached him, and after he was cleaned she was sure to pass out but he wanted to know his name. "mother... what's my name?" His eyes looked at her happily, and he realized his siblings looked at her with questions in their eyes too. -- They had heard their mother mutter a curse on them for making her strain fro so long, but she did her job of cleaning them, and when the spotted boy spoke her her she just have taken some pitty or felt some need to appease his little questioning eyes, for she went dow the row and told them their names. And what names they were, The girl she named Callbear, the silver dusted boy Vengeling, and the one so innocent to the world Sidlet. She snorted then and laid her head down. She didn't bat an eye at them after--- she was done. The three were ready to stand and all three were a wobbling gangly mess, Vengeling got it together first, as he had had a fright at birth, Callbear and Sidlet were there shortly after. Callbear looked at her brothers and noticed they had blueish blazes down the middle of their faces, she reached out and the were cold. She smirked at this and looked around. before looking at her brothers "Brothers, I do not want to be small... we must do something about this." Sidlet just laughed assuming it was a joke, but Vengeling was thoughtful, "How will we get big, sister?" Sidlet looked between them "What's wrong with being small? Callbear kept herself as upright as possible as she glared at her youngest brother, as he wobbled and fell over. "Sidlet I feel you already know, now get up... we have to make a plan." She waited as sidlet stumbled and wobbled until he was standing upright once more, then she looked between them and said. "First we wait for tonight, and then we take over the world." ooc: bly power play approved by call in cbox... RE: What dreams may come [birthing] - Potion|Ecco - 01-16-2017
The forest is never quiet, not truly. There is always a wind blowing the leaves against their branches, they shudder and sway by its command. Birds sing songs, twiiter to the rise of the sun and sweetly call to one another throughout the afternoon. Footsteps, there are always footsteps because the common areas are not as deserted as they once were, many have taken refuge within their borders in lieu of joining a kingdom. Some days that is just fine, Potion hardly takes note of the strangers that might pass the small section she and Ecco have called home. Other days it is for lack of better word, annoying, she doesn’t like to be disturbed. This is such a day. Someone’s been crying, screaming out into the silence of the wood for better part of the day. Normally Potion would have ignored the woman but she just continued to carry on, over and over again. It doesn’t take much to find her, the small dappled mare, she is making such a racket. Potion can now see what all the fuss is about because the woman is straining in such a familiar way but Potion makes no move to help her. It wasn’t her problem, not yet. It’s only when she is finished that the real interest pulls at her, three tiny foals sprawled among the grass. There Dam has barely the energy to clean them but she does her best, and then she promptly names them at the request of the smallest one. Callbear, Vengeling and Sidlet. The names do not strike her as odd, she had heard much worse and some of them belonged to her own siblings. The first one seems feisty, barking at the others and it becomes apparent which one calls the shots. I want to be big, it demands and Potion could not have been in a better place, at a better time. With the little appaloosa mare clean passed out she made her move, emerging from the cover of the thicket. “And big you shall be my little troublemakers,” she announced because something told her she would not regret giving them a little push in the age department. With little fanfare she began, an invisible mist seeping its way from her body to coil around the three foals. You can imagine the fairy godmother-esque magic that it may appear to be to such very small children. They would stretch, expand and grow before coming to rest at about 2 yrs old. Old enough to take care of themselves, she had an itch that their Mother would not be so helpful in the nurture department. “There now, you are big, what do we say to that?” POTION [..we ain't never gettin' older..] RE: What dreams may come [birthing] - Callbear|Vengeling|Sidlet - 01-17-2017 Callbear Vengeling Sidlet To do list: 1. Wait for tonight. |