09-20-2017, 08:27 PM
(Birthing)
There is no pain as the child is born. In fact there is nothing at all. The boy comes to her swiftly, and she is pleased. His coat the color of the trees surrounding them, broken by an island of white and dotted with the colors of lilac and sapphire. He smells of her own blood. The hard work she had put into the child paying off. He was here, and she found it in her to be proud.
She had lost everything for this. Including her dearest.
While not blood, the stallion was going to father the child. Raise him to be just as twisted as the two of them had been. But alas, she had grown weak in the knees for a boy, and he had abandoned her. But as she lay in the hollow, her son pulled close to her bodice, she seeks him out. Her voice a shrill cry upon the wind for her dearest Clown king.
The boy (Whom she would call Lázádo) let out a shrill scream of his own, his pale eyes wandering over his mothers hide. He drinks greedily, small body curling into her as he falls silently into the rhythm of sleep.
For anyone else, Lillith would scream weakness, and turn tail. But this was her flesh and blood, and it was strength. The child would grow to be great. He would grow to make her proud. She allows him to sleep as she awaits the imminent return of her lover. Though the sleep could not last forever, and when her dearest arrived they would leave. Leave as they had planned.
Together.
(SCHMITY I KNOW IM SORRY <333))