Ygritte
07-09-2016, 08:06 AM
BETTER BEWARE, I GO BUMP IN THE NIGHT
DEVIL-MAY-CARE WITH A LUST FOR LIFE
DEVIL-MAY-CARE WITH A LUST FOR LIFE
Fragile is the infant that lay curled upon her. Ygritte can not help but feel her heart shatter and reform with the love she feels for this tiny child. This tiny daughter of she and Kreios. Amber pools lift rip away to look to her king, her brow and body still slick with sweat from the labor but it is all worth it. There in all her perfection is a tiny bay appaloosa filly.
A white blanket covered most of her back and hind end. Her hair begins black as a cold night but ends in snowy points. Her delicate fetures wear a mask of white across the bridge and some on the cheeks. The salmon and bay woman returns her gaze to the girl and begins to lick her.
The small lids flutter open as Maryln stirs. Her head, about the size of Kreios hoof if not smaller, lifts and wobbles as she is still learning to gain control of her movements. Sleepy baby eyes look to her warm skinned mother but then to the tall spotted stallion. Child's intuition brings a milk fed dreamy smile on her lips. Whiskered lips are lips to touch Kreios, to nibble with teeth-less gums, at his chin.
"My love, we have done it again." Her words are labored as this pregnancy has left her very weak. She would like to stand but for now she would have to rest and recover but that does not stop their tiny daughter from laboriously finding her stick thin pins (and falling down a few times) and learning to walk right on over to her father (and falling against him). A smile tugs across Ygritte's lips with well earned sleepiness. Ears move within their pink-orange nest as she listens to the spotted stallion, adoration swimming in her eyes.
A white blanket covered most of her back and hind end. Her hair begins black as a cold night but ends in snowy points. Her delicate fetures wear a mask of white across the bridge and some on the cheeks. The salmon and bay woman returns her gaze to the girl and begins to lick her.
The small lids flutter open as Maryln stirs. Her head, about the size of Kreios hoof if not smaller, lifts and wobbles as she is still learning to gain control of her movements. Sleepy baby eyes look to her warm skinned mother but then to the tall spotted stallion. Child's intuition brings a milk fed dreamy smile on her lips. Whiskered lips are lips to touch Kreios, to nibble with teeth-less gums, at his chin.
"My love, we have done it again." Her words are labored as this pregnancy has left her very weak. She would like to stand but for now she would have to rest and recover but that does not stop their tiny daughter from laboriously finding her stick thin pins (and falling down a few times) and learning to walk right on over to her father (and falling against him). A smile tugs across Ygritte's lips with well earned sleepiness. Ears move within their pink-orange nest as she listens to the spotted stallion, adoration swimming in her eyes.
Ygritte.