09-05-2016, 04:35 PM
 i wanted darkness— i wanted him. She has dreamed of this day! Dreamed of the day when He would come to her, when He would consummate the relationship long cultivated. For she had always given Him everything – every bone, every nerve, every drop of blood – but He had never taken the most basic thing a man takes from a woman, had never given her children, though she had begged, had begged. (Not that she pictured herself much of a mother, children were odd and alien things, but she knew it was a thing lovers did, a thing He did often, spawned legions across this land.) He’d come to her like the stars, all blues and purples set stunning against her own silver skin, and after, her stomach had grown large and bulging as the child roiled and kicked. Truth was, she didn’t much like being pregnant, but she bore it happily, for Him, was ready to give him a glorious child, a thing of silver and stars. Her stomach wrenched, a different kind of pain than the kind she’d long loved; this was a more natural thing, her own body becoming a turncoat as the child sought to take a freedom she was all too willing to give. She fell to her knees, and nature took its course well enough (she was a new mother, but young, and strong). What comes is a son; silver, like her, but with purple mane and tail, and a purple constellation marking upon him, the mark of the stars. She isn’t sure if she loves him, her son, but she knows He will be pleased, hopes that He might return – might even take both of them back to the lair she’d so loved, where they could raise the child proper. “Pentecost,” she murmurs, touching her muzzle to him, tracing the marking. ------------------------------cordis x spyndle |
@[Berber] --- also I may have cordis make an appearance
