Thunder rolls overhead.
He can feel its power in his belly, in the marrow of his bones, in his soul that still yearns for rain because it means he is no longer in the Dunes despite years and years away from it. He stands beside the lake, his reptilian head raised skyward to greet the springtime precipitation as it falls upon the world. The sound of its heavy drops is loud against the once-calm surface of the crystalline lake, against the leafy boughs of the trees that surround the clearing. It's a dull thud against the already-moist earth.
The thunder growls again, reverberating in his narrow chest. It threatens Hyaline as lightning cracks suddenly through the dark sky, illuminating the darkness. It makes him think of his red soothsayer, of the lightning that crackles within her, as well. She is reminiscent of a thunderstorm ─ a powerful force of nature, egged on by the atmosphere of the earth-mother, never bridled or deterred.
How fitting that their child be born in the midst of one of nature's most impressive displays of power. The electricity in the air alludes to more, as if his lover's soul reaches for his. Amet knows never to disregard these feelings; they are born of the same star, he and Jah, and this intuition between them is never wrong.
As if on cue, her call for him rings through the air, split only by fierce thunder and the torrential downpour. Immediately he is running for her, his crescent-shaped hooves confident and sturdy despite the muddy earth as he gallops his desert-blooded body for her den.
By the time he arrives, she is on her side. Her chest heaves and he cannot tell what is sweat and what is rain. "I'm here," he says frantically as he rounds her prone body as carefully as possible before lowering himself to his knees by her head, wuffing gently into her ear and across her cheek. "You can do this, love," he whispers gently into her ear as his bright amber eyes gaze into her widened green ones. Another bout of thunder cracks overhead, sending a shiver down his spine, and he smiles comfortingly to his lover. "If this is any indication of what his personality will be..." he trails off, nipping lovingly at her mane, offering himself to her in anyway that he can support her.
─ don't get cut on my edges
@[Jah-Lilah] ♥