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| `d e p p | Apr 13 2013, 09:45 PM Post #1 |
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OOC: Let's all go back in time a few seasons, shall we? I know this is terribly late, and the timing is completely off by now, but I just wanted to get Wren officially born<3 --------------------------------- For what seems like the hundredth time, Kami wonders what had happened to get her into this ridiculous mess. That is usually when the memories flood into her mind’s eye. It hadn’t been very long after her mini family reunion in the Gathering when the Arabian hybrid had been approached by Ivan. He had seemed like an enjoyable individual, rather handsome, and over all had exuded a pleasant character—Kami had been taken with him immediately. As their conversation had progressed, Ivan had mentioned that he needed to give his father a fair amount of decent mares in order to alleviate a misunderstanding, or avoid the brink of war; something along those lines. With her interest already piqued, when the dappled maiden had discovered that the afore mentioned father was in fact the infamous Viral, she was sucked in. Unlike her mother and brother, Kami had always been intrigued by the Dark politics. She highly doubted that she would ever partner with their alliance, but there was something mysterious about their aura that caught her attention. Somehow they always seemed to manipulate the rest of the planet, constantly drawing in even the most innocent of temperaments and influencing the way of life. So, as was her wont, Kami had agreed to be used by Ivan with hardly a second thought. What then followed had been a blur for the mare. As expected, her interest for Viral had blossomed into an infatuation once she had been put into his presence—she couldn’t have hoped to resist the sinister secrecy that infused his quality. The dappled Arabian couldn’t explain how exactly it had all happened, all she knows is that one thing quickly led to another to create a night that she would probably never forget. Now, nearly a year later, Kami finds herself wandering into a territory that she was beginning to think she’d never see. The muscles in her legs ache as she strains against the strong current of the ocean, her black lips parting in a heavy sigh of relief as her hooves finally find purchase on solid ground. Wearily the Arabian hybrid drags herself free of the ocean’s salty grasp. Water streams over her swollen abdomen, leaking from her long dark strands and causing her to glisten beneath Prime’s light. It wasn’t until she was standing on the beach that the maiden halts for a moment, taking the time to catch her breath, her brown eyes exhausted as she takes in her surroundings. What she sees is a few paces of fine white sand, followed by a forest of coconut trees that lines the coast, their frothy leaves obscuring anything that could be seen beyond the horizon. Deciding that she doesn’t want to give birth out in the open like this, Kami continues her careful march, hesitating only briefly as she inhales a deep breath. Once the initial line of beach trees falls away, it appears as though the vegetation only grows closer together, to the point where it is difficult for the dappled mare the maneuver her enlarged self in between the thin trunks. It isn’t long before Kami begins to feel panic, anxious that she isn’t doing this right, and then all of her worries start to crawl into her thoughts, causing her heart to race. The maiden feels so alone. After living a nomadic lifestyle with her mother and brother since she was born, it had been a massive culture shock for her to leave her family behind to venture on her own. Kami does not regret what she had done, as it has always been an aspiration of hers to create her own course in life—but now, with no experience in foaling, she feels desperate. It also doesn’t help that she doesn’t have a home to return to. Unfortunately, Viral had met his tragic death only days ago. Though the two had never shared any form of connection, despite their spontaneous rendezvous that night many months ago, Kami feels lost and forsaken with the stallion’s demise. Perhaps she will mourn his death soon, but for now other things consume her mind. She has no hope of finding her family, and will soon have a newborn to care for. So alone—what could she possibly accomplish with no understanding? Kami sighs, her delicate head hanging as she feels overwhelmed with her worries, her weary gait coming to a slow halt. It is then, in her moment of defeat, when the mare hears a rustled noise. “Kami?” She looks up, not wanting to believe what is happening as she lays her eyes on the frail form of her mother approaching. “Oh, mother! How’d you—?” Her breath is cut short by a sharp contraction that abruptly sears through her middle, but the pain is ignored as she saunters to her mother’s side. Kami feels very much like a filly again as she rubs her head against her mother’s thin neck and bathes in the love she knows they share, such dependency an emotion that has not touched her since she was only months old. Murexa releases a soft laugh, pulling her daughter close. “Never mind, my child. We can share stories later—we have more important things to address first.” The aged Arabian steps back to eye her daughter’s swollen abdomen, her dark lips setting into a firm line before she steps off in another direction. “Come, I know of a place that will suit your needs.” Murexa leads Kami to a small clearing that is tucked deep into the palm tree forest, providing enough protection and room while the young mare gives birth. By this time, the dappled maiden can hardly walk as she paces in a tight circle, sweat beginning to dampen her grey hide. Murexa’s mottled brow is furrowed as she watches her daughter, her lips curling into a worried frown as an occasional whicker is offered in hopes of soothing both of their nerves. It isn’t long before Kami releases a short cry of pain, her eyes closing tightly as she lowers herself awkwardly to the ground, her swollen sides heaving in her labored breathing. Agony laces her pretty features, defining the churning misery that devours her brown eyes. Murexa cannot restrain the anxious step she takes forward. “Breathe easy, darling, and relax. Let your body take control.” Upon hearing her mother’s calm voice, the fraught maiden attempts to ease her tense muscles, resting her head on the warm ground as her black nostrils flare. Murexa brushes her muzzle gently against Kami’s cheek, giving a soft nicker despite her own distress. She hates to see her daughter in so much pain. Nevertheless, the dappled Arabian hybrid heads her mother’s advice. It isn’t long before the contractions grow into a single intense throbbing that pulsates through her entire body, an anguish that suddenly gives way just as it reaches its peak, when she feels something very small and sticky wet against her skin. She takes a moment to gather herself and gain control of her breathing, but soon instinct takes over as she calls upon what remains of her strength to heave herself into a standing position. As she begins to clean the tobiano foal, Kami eagerly takes in the sight of her daughter. It is a beautiful image that she is sure none could compare—a moment of pure, well-earned joy and love that overwhelms every fiber of her being. The dappled mare is sure she has never felt a love like this before, so strong and infectious; she couldn’t hope to fight it as it consumes her and causes a fond smile to lighten her fatigued features. Her smile doesn’t falter as she watches the dainty filly stagger shakily to her feet, her touch soft and gentle as she guides her precious daughter to her first meal. “Wren,” She murmurs, and her croons mingle with tender whickers as she nuzzles the tiny brown rump. It is only then when Kami looks to Murexa, and she is sure that their expressions mirror one another—both feeling the pure love that only a mother could possess. The older mare widens her smile, glancing briefly to Wren before she speaks, her tone a reverent pride. “Wren. She is beautiful.” Kami shifts her attention back to her daughter, her radiant grin softening into a warm adoration as she touches her dark muzzle to the filly’s leggy flank. There is only one thought that mars the perfect elation she feels—Wren will grow up without a father. Kami grew up without a father. And while her situation has taught her to be a rather strong and independent character, she has always promised that she would not subject her children to the same fate. The lines of her face fall with the realization, but she can’t dwell on the sad idea for long. Releasing a shrill whinny that shakes her entire frame, Wren steps away with her stomach full, her large eyes glancing around before she bounds playfully in a wide circle, settling at her mother’s shoulder with her downy tail wagging. Both of the mares chuckle lightly and Kami lowers her muzzle to caress Wren’s small head. The new mother trails her touch along her newborn’s spine, noting just how tiny her daughter is—almost to the point of frailty, it seemed. So fragile. Her dappled brow creases before she glances up, exchanging a look with Murexa; she knows that they are sharing similar thoughts. Murexa has given birth to five foals, her last set being twins. Her lover is—was—of Gypsy Vanner blood, causing most of her foals to inherit a strong build, and so she cannot say for certain if Wren is sickly; but even Mira, who’s father was also an Arabian, had not been so delicate when born. Nevertheless, Wren’s only abnormality seems to be her fragile stature, as her coat glistens with health and her brown eyes shine with life. Kami’s beaming smile returns as she gazes at her daughter. Murexa grins as well; she has one other grandchild, but this is the first she is able to meet. The moment is thick with love and glowing pride. The trio waits until the next morning to continue, when the mares are certain that Wren’s small body is strong enough to make the journey. Prime’s bright light streams through the palm trees’ frothy leaves, throwing mottled shadows across their backs as they shake the sleep from their minds. Wren frolics excitedly, only halting to bump her head playfully against Murexa before she stands next to her mother. Murexa laughs softly. “I think it’s about time we return to your brothers.” It is not a suggestion, or a command, but an invitation; she won’t force Kami to return to them if she still wishes to be on her own. Kami meets her mother’s kind eyes as she steps forward to press their dark muzzles together. “Yes, I think it is.” A smile dances across Murexa’s lips, making it obvious that that was the answer she’d been hoping for. As the trio gathers themselves together and departs the beach forest, Kami finally feels at peace. She forgets that she is once again homeless, and that her daughter will grow up without a father. Her family is what she needs right now, and Wren will have more than enough paternal influence with her uncles. For now, everything at last makes sense. |
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