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you're the beacon / birthing / warrick & any - wound - 01-21-2018 Although she has loved being pregnant (the feeling of her child shifting in her womb is a feeling she will never grow sick of), Wound is ready to have her little one outside her body. The final weeks of pregnancy seem to drag on eternally and the silver bay finds herself leaving Tephra — and in the last week, her designated birthing place — less frequently. It’s difficult to move around, with her heavy limp from her foreleg and the added weight of her child. She is worried as well. Wound is a frazzled mess of hormones and ‘what ifs’ and anxiety. Tephra has been relatively busy lately, and Warrick along with it, and so she hasn’t found the time to seek him out to announce that he will have another son or daughter. That lends her some degree of discomfort, as shame and guilt burrow themselves deep among the corners of her heart to nestle alongside concern and apprehension. Yet as spring finds its way onto Tephra’s humid island, her nerves steel themselves into a brutal sort of confidence. The first of her contractions start in the late hours of morning. It is a tight gripping along the sides of her womb, a constriction that aches for a brief moment before fading away. Wound grunts at the sensation, a mouthful of grass muting the sound slightly. However, the cramping does not pick up speed until the early hours of the evening, when the sun’s rays begin to stretch the shadows as it lowers itself to hide beneath the horizon. She had not known such pain, but it felt natural. Although each contraction felt as though her insides were being shredded apart, Wound felt a connection to the world turning around her that she couldn’t ever begin to explain. The stars less foreign, the grass softer, the waves more soothing. The pain she endured was easy with the comforts of the earth around her, encouraging her on. “You are bringing life to the world,” it whispered to her. Wound cleans the afterbirth from her child now. Her muscles are twitching with fatigue as the sun begins to rise. In the dawn light, she catches the first colors of her daughter. Bay, but a mahogany color that catches the pale hues of pink and orange and purple from the sunrise. A quiet, startled sigh flutters out of her mouth. Wound wonders if she would ever see anything more beautiful. @[Warrick] Anyone else is welcome to reply <33 RE: you're the beacon / birthing / warrick & any - Warrick - 01-23-2018 like the sun swallowed up by the earth It did not surprise him at all - Tangerine’s third eye had never been wrong before, and the moment she hinted at the coming of a daughter, his heart had leapt into his throat. He hadn’t seen Wound recently, and though he is not susceptible to believing that their love-making would not result in a child, he had been fairly certain he would have noticed by now - at least, she would have made it known. But he hadn’t noticed and she hadn’t said anything, so the bay and navy man perhaps played the fool - it had not been written in the stars, the timing was off; his mind rattles off the possibilities. But in that grotto beneath the volcano’s might, the stallion realizes with a sort of quickness in his belly that he must find the silvered woman immediately, to lay to rest her qualms (if any) about his role as father, and to celebrate with her in their coming together to form new life.He cannot help but feel slightly giddy. Since the twins, he had not found the time to talk to Tangerine about the possibility of more children (she had been through enough, at the moment), and so the Overseer is more than happy to imagine another daughter to adore and preen into a mature woman. It is a process he had loved with both Svedka and Solace and their mother, and the stallions looks forward to sharing with Wound and their unborn. It seems, however, he has found her a little too late. Or, maybe, it is right on time. The scent of sweat and heat infiltrate his nostrils (it is not the same smell that comes with normalcy of Tephra, which rouses him into alarm), and he snorts sharply. It is a familiar scent, though it has been many years since he last found it, and he recognizes it with a quickness of a breath and a break of his trot into a choppy lope, ears swiveling and nostrils quivering as he tries to place the source. He finds her (them, actually) beneath the silky silver of twilight, a perfect beneath the volcano’s orange glow. The stallion rushes to meet them, ears alert and eyes searching - he should have been here sooner. Concern sparkles in the depths of his blue eyes, alight with adoration and a certain softness that is only characteristic of a new father. There seems to be nothing wrong, nothing to worry about the two that bask in the dawn before him, and he relaxes. The sun begins to warm his back, bright and bold as it appears over the horizon, illuminating Wound and their daughter in such a brilliant gold color that it leaves him breathless. His feathers flutter beside him, one of his wings outstretching to cover her slightly as he walks to Wound’s back, watching the tiny filly from the other side of her mother. “Wound...” he murmurs in a delicate whisper, pressing his muzzle to the crook of her ear, pride and warmth in his robust voice. “She is lovelier than the dawn.” Warrick @[wound] <3 RE: you're the beacon / birthing / warrick & any - Diorae - 01-26-2018 -Diorae- A beautiful face is a mute recommendation. @[Calcifer] Kuna okayed me stirring the thread up a little~ RE: you're the beacon / birthing / warrick & any - Longclaw - 01-31-2018 LongClaw -I close my eyes, Ignore the smoke- RE: you're the beacon / birthing / warrick & any - wound - 02-03-2018
credit to nat of adoxography. RE: you're the beacon / birthing / warrick & any - Warrick - 02-10-2018 like the sun swallowed up by the earth Of course, the first words out of her mouth are I’m sorry. He frowns, but not in displeasure, but a minute sadness that for a moment crosses the otherwise jovial expression on his face. He cannot blame her for her need to apologize (for he too, felt the brush of guilt and uncertainty when Tangerine shared her vision of Wound and the child with him, but it had been fleeting and now has disappeared into nothingness, leaving only joy), so the bay stallion reassures her as she explains herself to him by brushing his the cobalt of his muzzle against the sleekness of her neck, stained with exertion from the birth. He huffs softly, his breath warm against her soft silver skin, hoping that she will wordlessly realize that apologies for bringing him a daughter into the world were out of place.Her voice shakes with her qualms and worries, and the steadiness of his unwavering blue eyes do not leave hers. He listens, all the while inspecting her body with the softest of touches of his mouth, to assure himself nothing had gone wrong during the birth. He brings his face to hers, resting his cheek against her own - an intimate gesture that he would reserve only for those close to his heart - and sighs contentedly, glancing down at the bright auburn of the little filly that curls beneath them, chest rising and falling steadily. “I’m sorry,” he repeats gently, his voice nearly a whisper, “that you spent many moons in worry, when there is nothing to fear.” He pulls from her, eyes large as he takes in her face. “There will never be any reason to fear, Wound. Not while I’m around.” A small smile curls onto the corners of his lips, and he places a heartfelt kiss at the velvet corner of her mouth, sealing his promise. He lowers his head, wings closing into his sides as he takes a few steps back to investigate the small child at their hooves, running his muzzle across the tiny curve of his daughter’s back. A daughter, he muses to himself, but he is unable to voice his thoughts for the lone howl of a wolf reverberates through the Tephran air, and with a loud snort, the stallion’s head lifts quickly with his ears erect, searching the world around them with roving eyes. It happens quickly - she calls his name just as he realizes that it is Longclaw’s howl that has erupted into the sky, and as the thought brings itself to the forefront of his mind, the glinting eyes of a predator lock with his. It is fluid and natural how the bay stallion leaps forward over his child and in front of Wound - his sense of flight gone with the threat of a predator so near - lowering his head and flicking his ears against his neck. In the same movement, the grandiose size of his wings become unfurled, blocking both Wound and their daughter from view, as well as creating the illusion that he is much larger than he had previously appeared. Warrick’s eyes roll with adrenaline, going so far as to even take a few steps towards the beast within the shadows, flapping his wings with enough power in hopes to perhaps frighten away whatever lurks. Tephra is not known for its predators (the forest holds wolves, but a tropical landscape like theirs would not cater to many threats), and he wonders how it is that this is the first time he is coming into contact with a clawed-animal that isn’t a shifter. He does not know if Wound or their child has departed from the scene (oh, he hopes they have), but the bay stallion is too focused on keeping his eyes locked on the predator to dare risk losing focus and allowing it to step any closer to them. Warrick @[Longclaw] @[Diorae] @[wound] Warrick wants to fight de lion. Rrrrr. RE: you're the beacon / birthing / warrick & any - Diorae - 02-21-2018 -Diorae- A beautiful face is a mute recommendation. OOC: Sorry for the late ánd lameness, I totally understand if you all chose to drop this thread because it is kinda old. @[Kuna] @[Calcifer] @[Radar] |