V A K A R I A N
i'd rather be a riot than indifferent
God she is so fat.
Vakarian waddles slowly through the long grass, grumbling under her breath, as each step sends a shock of pain through her swollen ankles. She is so bloody tired of being pregnant.
No one had ever told her how horrible the whole process was. No, all they had ever done was talk about the joy of watching their children grow, and missing the days when they were still young and small …
No one ever thought to mention the eleven months of pure hell that preceded birth.
She’s still grumbling when she spots Phaedrus’ towering blue and black figure up ahead. She scowls when he notices her, but moves to join him all the same. “I’m not a particularly ‘little’ diamond anymore … I feel positively massive.” She stares at him appraisingly for a moment, head cocked to the side. “Probably your fault, yah great lug - the kid’s inherited your giant blood.” She sighs. It’s as much her fault as it is his. He certainly hadn’t forced her to sleep with him.
“Ah well, it’ll be a lot easier when the kid’s born, and I can start regaining my ‘delicate’ figure.” She snorts, amused at her own quip. She's never had a particularly petite figure, thanks to some distant friesian and draft ancestry.
She glances briefly around the surrounding plain, trying to see if any of Phaedrus’ other mares are nearby. For the moment though, they are alone. “How are the other mares doing? I noticed one of them appears to be in a similar situation.” The grullo one if she remembers correctly. She really does need to try socialize with them a bit more. She’d intended to, originally. And then she’d gotten pregnant. And well, she doesn’t exactly feel like doing much of anything these days.
Vakarian waddles slowly through the long grass, grumbling under her breath, as each step sends a shock of pain through her swollen ankles. She is so bloody tired of being pregnant.
No one had ever told her how horrible the whole process was. No, all they had ever done was talk about the joy of watching their children grow, and missing the days when they were still young and small …
No one ever thought to mention the eleven months of pure hell that preceded birth.
She’s still grumbling when she spots Phaedrus’ towering blue and black figure up ahead. She scowls when he notices her, but moves to join him all the same. “I’m not a particularly ‘little’ diamond anymore … I feel positively massive.” She stares at him appraisingly for a moment, head cocked to the side. “Probably your fault, yah great lug - the kid’s inherited your giant blood.” She sighs. It’s as much her fault as it is his. He certainly hadn’t forced her to sleep with him.
“Ah well, it’ll be a lot easier when the kid’s born, and I can start regaining my ‘delicate’ figure.” She snorts, amused at her own quip. She's never had a particularly petite figure, thanks to some distant friesian and draft ancestry.
She glances briefly around the surrounding plain, trying to see if any of Phaedrus’ other mares are nearby. For the moment though, they are alone. “How are the other mares doing? I noticed one of them appears to be in a similar situation.” The grullo one if she remembers correctly. She really does need to try socialize with them a bit more. She’d intended to, originally. And then she’d gotten pregnant. And well, she doesn’t exactly feel like doing much of anything these days.
covet and azula's diamond armored daughter
Sorry again for the horrendous wait.
