sinner, birthing;

[Dracarys]

DRACARYS

I have never been nothing. I am the blood of a dragon.

Ice and fire.

She was molded from the hazardous elements of the world. Creating something delicate, but very dangerous at the same time. But she would never truly know how destructible she could become. A force that should not be reckon with.

The confinement of the womb, dark and warm, is all she knew. But something within her wanted more, something beyond her confinement was out there. She could hear the noises. The distant voices and the thumping of the heart.

She had to know what it was.

Her demand was heard without protest. Unwrapping her from the dark and warm place she has only know so far. Pushing and pulling her out into a light, the cold rushing in. She embraces the cold with a warm welcome though. Blinded by the light that steals the darkness from her.

The young filly instantly is touched and catered to by lips that feel foreign, but warm and tender at the same time. She does not fret and cower as a warm and tender voice whispers the very first words to her in this new world. The first of hellhound and dragon blood, the voice says again. But she does not truly know the meaning of it, except for the strength it holds within the familiar voice.

A kiss is tenderly placed on her before the other horse stirs. Her head turns in the direction the mare stirs in. The light still blinds her, but she opens them slowly. The colors of the world are first a blur to her, but eventually everything begins to focus. She notices the different colors of the leaves that she lays upon, reaching up to the very top of the trees that canopy over her and the mare.

The mare encourages her to stand. But standing feels foreign and strange to her. A concept she doesn’t think possible to, but the mare provides the support for her. She struggles once, falling back down into her previous laying position. But the second time she tries again she finds her balance.

Within the corner of her sight, a dark figure comes forward. The filly stares wide-eyed at the bay hound. Uncertain at first, but she feels the familiar connection with the stallion. A voice she perhaps once heard within her confinement. When he asks the mare—her mother she supposes—what her name is, she already knows it.

“Dracarys.”

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@[Valdis]