07-05-2015, 12:30 AM
{we all are living in a dream}
{and life aint what it seems}
{and life aint what it seems}
Ghoest was fat. Ok, maybe not fat, but pregnant. Very pregnant. Very very pregnant. Her small frame was bulging around her stomach, every last bit of lady-like beauty having left long ago with the swelling child. The "k" on her side was curved outwards with a fishbowl effect, the gray lines far less shocking than they had originally been. Ghoest no longer felt like a freak with a bright red gash across her side, it had taken months but at least it wasn't pink anymore. Now she just looked strangely proportioned, as if her tiny, thin legs wouldn't even be able to support her own weight anymore, and it felt like the more she ate the bigger the child grew. Perhaps, though, the child would have traits like Khaos, and make him proud; she certainly didn't want to disappoint him.
She waddled through the hills, moving slowly and carefully, finally settling down for a bit in a small shady patch of grass. The cool dirt felt nice against her skin, bringing a damp cold to her flesh. Ghoest sprawled out on her side, doing her best to ignore the twinge of pain in her abdomen. She wasn't ready for that baby to be born (though some part of her paranoid mind was convinced it was already too large and would kill her during birth), and the little roan just wanted it to wait. Why couldn't she just be pregnant forever? Then she wouldn't have to go through childbirth, or Khaos' wrath if the child wasn't satisfactory. Ghoest had been trying her hardest to keep him happy, but for some reason she could never succeed. In some way, the other mares in the land were superior, Killgore and Branka almost seemed to be treated as equals to the stallion. Ghoest, on the other hand, was never good enough, and despite her efforts he still treated her like a punching bag. Obviously he was capable of being kind- kindness perhaps being the wrong word- so it must have been her fault? What was she doing wrong that she needed to be punished for? She followed all the rules, better than anyone else in her mind.
Perhaps it stressed her out more than it should, she was quite used to the beatings and the cruelty, and new scars here and there didn't bother her. It was more that she was anguishing inside because she just couldn't get it right; she wanted his acceptance. Another twinge in her stomach made Ghoest uncomfortable enough to lurch herself back up, and she stood, slightly splay-legged, looking around anxiously. In some ways she wanted Khaos to show up, and be proud of his newest baby. In other ways she was terrified that the baby wouldn't be good enough, and that he might kill it. Or her.
She waddled through the hills, moving slowly and carefully, finally settling down for a bit in a small shady patch of grass. The cool dirt felt nice against her skin, bringing a damp cold to her flesh. Ghoest sprawled out on her side, doing her best to ignore the twinge of pain in her abdomen. She wasn't ready for that baby to be born (though some part of her paranoid mind was convinced it was already too large and would kill her during birth), and the little roan just wanted it to wait. Why couldn't she just be pregnant forever? Then she wouldn't have to go through childbirth, or Khaos' wrath if the child wasn't satisfactory. Ghoest had been trying her hardest to keep him happy, but for some reason she could never succeed. In some way, the other mares in the land were superior, Killgore and Branka almost seemed to be treated as equals to the stallion. Ghoest, on the other hand, was never good enough, and despite her efforts he still treated her like a punching bag. Obviously he was capable of being kind- kindness perhaps being the wrong word- so it must have been her fault? What was she doing wrong that she needed to be punished for? She followed all the rules, better than anyone else in her mind.
Perhaps it stressed her out more than it should, she was quite used to the beatings and the cruelty, and new scars here and there didn't bother her. It was more that she was anguishing inside because she just couldn't get it right; she wanted his acceptance. Another twinge in her stomach made Ghoest uncomfortable enough to lurch herself back up, and she stood, slightly splay-legged, looking around anxiously. In some ways she wanted Khaos to show up, and be proud of his newest baby. In other ways she was terrified that the baby wouldn't be good enough, and that he might kill it. Or her.
kind of weird writing? I think I'm tired