br>
Welcome Guest
[Log In]
[Register]
| Welcome wanderer! You seem to have stumbled across Kormada, a wild horse roleplay approaching its ten year anniversary on the net. We are a very friendly and very active community of players of all ages and experience levels. So take a look around, join us, and experience the chaos of life on a planet cheating death with every day of continued existence. Join Kormada and enter the realm! If you're already a member please log in to your account to access all of our features: |
| love has finally shown her the way; Lilian & Avery | |
|---|---|
| Tweet Topic Started: Feb 25 2013, 12:45 PM (186 Views) | |
| kimmys | Feb 25 2013, 12:45 PM Post #1 |
|
She was nervous, moreso than she could ever remember being in her life. Not even during Isolde's birth did she feel so fearful of the dangers of birth as she did now and it made her feel both craven and unclean. She had put on a brave face for her golden daughter but underneath the mask, unease lingered. It was bad enough that her pregnancy had gone into winter and that her child would be born before the spring melt, but she also had the lump to worry about. Thus, Lilian had approached Caedes and requested that they travel to the Quarry together so that, should anything happen, her child would have some way to get back to its father. And while Lilian still hadn't warmed to her cold herdmate and did not approve of her style of parenting, she'd rather her child stay with Caedes and meet its sire than to hope that some stranger would be around to take care of it. Still, that didn't mean the mares were close. They had travelled together to the Quarry and would check in upon each other when their foals were born, but they would not birth together, nor make an extended effort to travel together. Ultimately though, it could be counted as a victory in the struggle to accept each other. Both established mares of Friction's herd were perpetually wary of each other, neither one willing to concede a single inch to the other, but they were, or at least had been, joined together by a mutual distrust of the new mare. Her coming child, however, left her no time to muse over her new herdmate. Now that the relative sanctuary of the Quarry had been reached, her second child seemed eager to be released from her body and struggled gamely against the regular contractions. Luckily, she'd had a few hours to prepare and trotted slowly from the stream by which she'd been drinking to her chosen private location. Once the process was underway, it seemed to go quickly enough, although she felt hyperaware of the large lump on her side, which brushed oddly against her inner muscles as she strained. It had been a constant worry for her, this lump. Between its size and unknown origins, it was enough to send Friction out for answers, from which he had returned with the knowledge that all would work out eventually and all that was needed was patience. Regardless, it was a point of fear for her. Being unable to know how far inside the mass extended had her scared for her foal, for herself, and for the future, in that order. As the birth progressed however, she had less energy to focus on the growth as she poured it all into delivering her second foal. Thus, she was shocked into stupidity when, as the foal slid free, a large burst similar to her water breaking coincided with the foal's delivery and the object of her worry deflated abruptly. With her heart pounding, Lilian inspected her once again flat sides. All that remained of the mass that had been her constant companion for months now was a strangely loose pocket of skin that hung against her barrel. Behind her, her baby was struggling with its sack, having inadvertently already torn it open. Reeling from shock and the overflow of parental love that had been overshadowed by a repressed fear of failure at her last birth, she moved forward to her foal. Again the baby was golden and spotted like herself, showing no influence of its sire. She was saddened for a moment, but felt her heart give a happy lurch when the scent of her son hit her nostrils. Her pale lips curve into a smile as she begins cleaning her first son. She hopes that Friction will remember that she has always been true to him, as right now, there is absolutely no influence of Friction on this colt, but she knows it is his and hopes that he will inherit his father's heart, and strength. His drive, and with any luck, her better judgment. Chuckling at the thought, and gladdened by the birth of her first son, she resumes cleaning him. Already looking forward to bringing him home to her little family, where she and Friction would name him. |
| |
| [ OFFLINE ] [ PROFILE ] | [ QUOTE POST ] [ GO TO TOP ] |
| 1 user reading this topic (1 Guest and 0 Anonymous) | |
| « Previous Topic · Foaling Quarry · Next Topic » |
| Theme: Kormada November 2015 | Track Topic · E-mail Topic |
3:36 AM Jul 11
|


3:36 AM Jul 11