Kuma
Despite her shouts, Imperial continues to push her. He pushes her to move, to try to get away.
But the child won't let her.
Her stomach writhes in pain as the child moves into position. Her abdomen clenches and releases slowly at first, but without warning begins to contract quicker and quicker. A groan escapes her lips as she begs the fairies to end the pain she is feeling. Childbirth is becoming too much to bare.
She pushes with all her might, wanting the child to leave her womb so she can at least tryto escape. Another high pitches moan catches in her throat, her bodice covered in perspiration. With one last push the child is on the ground, crying and gasping for breath. Kuma moves towards the filly, and begins to clean her coat, tongue gliding roughly along the wet surface. Her child has a beautiful golden coat with a spotted blanket across her rump. After licking her eyes clean, the girl opens them to see the world.
And they are red.
Kuma lets out a gasp as crimson eyes stare up at her, as her baby coos for nourishment. The flowerchild's own emerald orbs are wide with horror. She stands, beckoning the child to stand with her, and gives her name she can only see as suitable for the journey ahead.
"Embark." She whispers in her daughter's ear. A perfect name for the situation at hand...the child would have to embark on a pretty terrifying trip to get out of Sylva. Hopefully, she wouldn't see her sperm donor on the way.
All my flowers grew into thorns
@[Imperial]