12-03-2018, 12:46 PM
i'd break the back of love for you.
@[Wane]
She watches her surroundings with a detached sort of interest, like a child observing a spider as it crafts its web. Her ears swivel back and forth to catch the sounds of the Isle as life continues on around her. A sudden crackle, however, makes her stand up straight with her ears strained to listen. The sound is so faint it scarcely reaches her until it is followed by another just like it. The egg. She ducks back into her lair and hurries to the perfect cradle of her son, searching its smooth white surface for imperfections. Was it time? She presses her ear gently to the shell and listens to the quiet scraping of newly formed hooves.
Her heart leaps against her ribs and she begins to pace, nervous breath clouding before her lips. She wants to rip the egg apart to free her precious son but she knows this is a trial he must overcome on his own. The first hurdle will tell her everything she needs to know about him. Khuma nervously chews the inside of her lip as she tries her best to remain calm.
‘Khuma?’
Her head snaps toward the mouth of her den and she rushes to greet the intruder, teeth bared and hissing violently. This is when their son is most vulnerable, when his protection is an absolute necessity. Khuma’s instincts react before she can recognize him, she realizes with her ears still pinned tight against her skull. But it is only Wane, the only other creature she’d allow into their burrow at such a vital time. Her lips curl back over her teeth and her ears turn slowly forward as she calms, heart still hammering against her chest.
“It’s hatching,” she whispers hurriedly before bumping her lips against his nose apologetically. A joyful smile finds her lips and the expression illuminates the soft features of her face just as she ducks back into the nest. Khuma casts a brief glance over her shoulder to see if he follows her. The first shard of the egg’s shell has fallen to the ground and she can see a little black and white leg struggling to free itself. Even in the dim light, her eyes shimmer with delighted tears.
The rest of the pieces begin to crumble and finally a perfect colt cries weakly, bits of shell clinging to his back and mane as he blinks. Khuma hurries closer to pick the debris from him and begin cleaning his face. Her lips kiss along his small face delicately as she admires their beautiful son, turning only briefly to look at Wane. Salvage is a perfect blend of each of them, she thinks with a proud smile.
“Salvage, my perfect son,” she whispers against his cheek. “You’re as handsome as I always imagined.”
Her heart leaps against her ribs and she begins to pace, nervous breath clouding before her lips. She wants to rip the egg apart to free her precious son but she knows this is a trial he must overcome on his own. The first hurdle will tell her everything she needs to know about him. Khuma nervously chews the inside of her lip as she tries her best to remain calm.
‘Khuma?’
Her head snaps toward the mouth of her den and she rushes to greet the intruder, teeth bared and hissing violently. This is when their son is most vulnerable, when his protection is an absolute necessity. Khuma’s instincts react before she can recognize him, she realizes with her ears still pinned tight against her skull. But it is only Wane, the only other creature she’d allow into their burrow at such a vital time. Her lips curl back over her teeth and her ears turn slowly forward as she calms, heart still hammering against her chest.
“It’s hatching,” she whispers hurriedly before bumping her lips against his nose apologetically. A joyful smile finds her lips and the expression illuminates the soft features of her face just as she ducks back into the nest. Khuma casts a brief glance over her shoulder to see if he follows her. The first shard of the egg’s shell has fallen to the ground and she can see a little black and white leg struggling to free itself. Even in the dim light, her eyes shimmer with delighted tears.
The rest of the pieces begin to crumble and finally a perfect colt cries weakly, bits of shell clinging to his back and mane as he blinks. Khuma hurries closer to pick the debris from him and begin cleaning his face. Her lips kiss along his small face delicately as she admires their beautiful son, turning only briefly to look at Wane. Salvage is a perfect blend of each of them, she thinks with a proud smile.
“Salvage, my perfect son,” she whispers against his cheek. “You’re as handsome as I always imagined.”
khuma.