09-29-2020, 03:46 PM
(This post was last modified: 09-29-2020, 03:47 PM by Blasphemare.)
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The love Blasphemare feels for the child is less than what it should ave been, dulled by the lack of emotions that had plagued her ever since she had participated in. Carnage’s quest. Still, it is there, something to be thankful for, if she could feel thankful. That is apparently something that cannot be stolen, a sacred bond that exists between a mother and her child. Then again, this could also be the beginning of her emotions coming back to her?
The child manages to stand on his gangly legs, shaky as they were, and his first steps follow closely thereafter. Blasphemare wraps her neck gently over him and touches his side with her nose. That’s when she felt it.
The sensation was dulled, almost like it came from a distance, but it was there. Another being approached, this one exuding an air of love. Instantly, she drives up a magical barrier to prevent the sensation from taking hold of her. She extends it to encompass the child as well. It takes a lot out of her, another thing to be thankful for from Carnage, she thinks to herself. Her black head snakes around to find the flamboyant stallion approaching with such a carefree and lackadaisical attitude.
The stallion booms a loud greeting, to which Blasphemare might originally have been annoyed with, but she finds herself incapable of feeling at all, except that little bit when her son was born. Instead, she returns the greeting in a very lukewarm manner. "Hello,” is all she said.
Her magic was weak, and she could still feel the sense of love, familiarity and comfort that the stallion puts off, and a quick glance at the child tells her he could feel it as well. The foal looks up at the brilliantly colored horse with an air of awed fascination, rather than the fear of strangers that might otherwise have come over a newborn. This should have annoyed Blasphemare, but once again, the feeling escapes her. She instantly tries to renew her efforts to block out the stallion’s own magical abilities, but without a sense of urgency, the efforts are a failure. Thankfully her emotions are still on the fritz, so she barely feels the love, familiarity and comfort that rolls off the stallion, not so much for the little one, however. So instead, she steps between the foal and the stallion.
"Can I help you?” she asks, wondering if there is any ill intent in the other’s approach.
The child manages to stand on his gangly legs, shaky as they were, and his first steps follow closely thereafter. Blasphemare wraps her neck gently over him and touches his side with her nose. That’s when she felt it.
The sensation was dulled, almost like it came from a distance, but it was there. Another being approached, this one exuding an air of love. Instantly, she drives up a magical barrier to prevent the sensation from taking hold of her. She extends it to encompass the child as well. It takes a lot out of her, another thing to be thankful for from Carnage, she thinks to herself. Her black head snakes around to find the flamboyant stallion approaching with such a carefree and lackadaisical attitude.
The stallion booms a loud greeting, to which Blasphemare might originally have been annoyed with, but she finds herself incapable of feeling at all, except that little bit when her son was born. Instead, she returns the greeting in a very lukewarm manner. "Hello,” is all she said.
Her magic was weak, and she could still feel the sense of love, familiarity and comfort that the stallion puts off, and a quick glance at the child tells her he could feel it as well. The foal looks up at the brilliantly colored horse with an air of awed fascination, rather than the fear of strangers that might otherwise have come over a newborn. This should have annoyed Blasphemare, but once again, the feeling escapes her. She instantly tries to renew her efforts to block out the stallion’s own magical abilities, but without a sense of urgency, the efforts are a failure. Thankfully her emotions are still on the fritz, so she barely feels the love, familiarity and comfort that rolls off the stallion, not so much for the little one, however. So instead, she steps between the foal and the stallion.
"Can I help you?” she asks, wondering if there is any ill intent in the other’s approach.
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