Birthing; vi, malka, lagertha, shatter me, rhy, sunday amazonians, !!ANY!!

[Scorch]

WATCH THE FLAMES CLIMB HIGH INTO THE NIGHT

How she got here, she will never know. The scenery changed from coarse and heavy to light and green in what might have been seconds of weeks; in her weakened state, little truly pierced her sluggish mind. It’s good I gave Lagertha the crown when I did, She thinks repeatedly; I can’t even keep a… straight…

Some good-luck watched over the Sisterhood the day Malka volunteered to solidify the alliance between the Falls and the Jungle. Small parts of the ill mare are aware of this, though her awareness constantly flickers. Whether her escorts fight for her right to the waters or they simply dump her in, Scorch never finds out. While Sunday managed to subdue the pain, she also subdued Scorch’s consciousness. Large holes begin developing in her memory; a singular event she does remember in the end played out as such:

With her legs draped into the Falls’ healing waters, the pitiful ex-khaleesi gives birth. Her swollen stomach and malnourished ribs constrict and release until one dark bundle slips into the shallow waters. It’s a miracle, really; though without the magical water, perhaps all would have been for naught. The dropping of her child does little to alleviate her clouded and painful existence, however. Huffing, Scorch raises her heavy head.

There should be two.

Heaving herself up with a new-found clarity, Scorch makes it to her hooves shakily. One slips precariously when she turns to investigate. Cleaning the girl poorly and quickly, Scorch begins to panic. Through all the confusion and black-spots, she’s known that there were two.

“Vi,” She states with wide, unseeing eyes. “Vi, where’s Volcan?” Snapping her head to the women who joined her and others who may have found the spectacle, Scorch stumbles again, dizzied by the sudden movement. “Where is Volcan?” She asks the nearest horse in a horrible, frenzied voice.

“Volcan, Volcan, Volcan? Volcan? Volcan?”

Silence falls when her hoof slips and her body follows, her immense weight slamming into the sandy shore. Disoriented and mentally disfigured, Scorch dissolves into senseless tears and mutterings of her daughter’s names. When someone steps forward to care for her daughter, she’s already lost consciousness, another black spot claiming her memory.

Over time, the healing waters rouse the woman, clear her head. The worst of the damage seems to be the stiffness now; but what her reaction is when she surveys the delectable scene through truly seeing eyes is yet to be told.

Scorch

Ex-Khaleesi of the Amazon Jungle

ooc - so like, do what you want with this :) I just know that Tinsel's waiting for Vi to be born so yay now that happened! Feel free to power play Scorch mildly and basically have your own little thread if you truly desire; I'm assuming IC that some zons came along like they said they would, but considering Scorch's state, she won't actually know until she replies again after some people reply, so it doesn't really matter :) JUST GO HAM MY FRIENDS!