11-15-2018, 10:16 AM
Somehow his presence had evaded her senses, too caught up in a rare moment of quiet, allowing herself the smallest bit of peace before what was inevitably to come. Soon enough the horizon would darken with the promise of a storm, both internally and in the external world alike. But that was all in the foreseeable distance as of yet, and for now she could spare submerging herself within the false warmth of a genuinely calm morning.
As she rests, her eyes lull heavily, threatening to close entirely under the influence of exhaustion while focusing on every slow intake and expulsion of a steady breath. The heavily burdened mare nearly does escape alertness, until the slightest of movement catches at the edge of periphery. Obviously startled, her head snaps toward the direction of the shelter’s opening, ears flattening simultaneously to press firmly against the slope of her poll. It’s too bright to make out the observer, and unfortunately, in times like this, she is forced to presume the worst possibility—especially on this frozen island. Though the weight of her body protests significantly, she finds the reserves of her strength and fueled by fierce determination of a soon-to-be mother, she manages to haul her spotted frame to a stand. It’s not as though she is a warrior, but somehow she would find a way to protect herself to keep her and Leilan’s unborn child safe.
Breathing raggedly, she remains silent with her ears still lost in the tangles of her white mane. With a few rapid blinks, her eyes adjust against the brilliance of the light behind the stranger and the red of anger that lines her vision begins to recede when she recognizes the sheen of scales and gilded strands.
”Leilan?” she questions through a hoarse whispered breath, feeling as though her heart was doing its damned best to jump out of her chest. Even though she knows it’s him by now, she cannot relieve herself of the tense posture she’d fallen into. Not until her breathing slows, is she able to diminish the heated glare she still casts at him with her emblazoned dark eyes.
She might’ve stood there for awhile longer, staring at him heatedly for scaring her half to death, if it hadn’t been for another bout of movement the leopard mare began to feel stirring inside. Like a hormonal switch, her body releases all remaining tension, ears rising to attention as her expression reworks itself into thoughtful curiosity.
There’s only a few steps between them, and she would love nothing more than to close the distance between them, but she finds her lack of energy regretfully inhibits her. He had told her, that he hadn’t been able to be apart of the experience of pregnancy with the other children he had sired. So in a sense, this was new to the both of them and she can’t help but wonder if he has been able to feel it’s movement as she had, when their sides pressed against each other during the cold nights. And she smiles, almost shyly but with obvious happiness, the soft brown tone of her gaze moves from her swollen barrel to search for his own colorful eyes. ”Our child is moving. Do you want to feel it?”
@[Leilan]
As she rests, her eyes lull heavily, threatening to close entirely under the influence of exhaustion while focusing on every slow intake and expulsion of a steady breath. The heavily burdened mare nearly does escape alertness, until the slightest of movement catches at the edge of periphery. Obviously startled, her head snaps toward the direction of the shelter’s opening, ears flattening simultaneously to press firmly against the slope of her poll. It’s too bright to make out the observer, and unfortunately, in times like this, she is forced to presume the worst possibility—especially on this frozen island. Though the weight of her body protests significantly, she finds the reserves of her strength and fueled by fierce determination of a soon-to-be mother, she manages to haul her spotted frame to a stand. It’s not as though she is a warrior, but somehow she would find a way to protect herself to keep her and Leilan’s unborn child safe.
Breathing raggedly, she remains silent with her ears still lost in the tangles of her white mane. With a few rapid blinks, her eyes adjust against the brilliance of the light behind the stranger and the red of anger that lines her vision begins to recede when she recognizes the sheen of scales and gilded strands.
”Leilan?” she questions through a hoarse whispered breath, feeling as though her heart was doing its damned best to jump out of her chest. Even though she knows it’s him by now, she cannot relieve herself of the tense posture she’d fallen into. Not until her breathing slows, is she able to diminish the heated glare she still casts at him with her emblazoned dark eyes.
She might’ve stood there for awhile longer, staring at him heatedly for scaring her half to death, if it hadn’t been for another bout of movement the leopard mare began to feel stirring inside. Like a hormonal switch, her body releases all remaining tension, ears rising to attention as her expression reworks itself into thoughtful curiosity.
There’s only a few steps between them, and she would love nothing more than to close the distance between them, but she finds her lack of energy regretfully inhibits her. He had told her, that he hadn’t been able to be apart of the experience of pregnancy with the other children he had sired. So in a sense, this was new to the both of them and she can’t help but wonder if he has been able to feel it’s movement as she had, when their sides pressed against each other during the cold nights. And she smiles, almost shyly but with obvious happiness, the soft brown tone of her gaze moves from her swollen barrel to search for his own colorful eyes. ”Our child is moving. Do you want to feel it?”
@[Leilan]
