tangerine
face to the sun
Drops of her pain trickle down her brow and under her cheek to run down her straining neck. Her damp breast heaves as another contraction humbles her, bringing her to lie where she stands -a bed of clover.
"Jah!" Tang calls into the dark, rough and wild like a primitive animal's cry.
Come out, my red medicine.
The clearing where she lays is high and secluded, few other than herself traveled to the remote places in the mountain peaks. But Tang had faith the Red Mare will come. She had scented her and her electricity, but the child was moving with urgency, and now her search was put to an end. Tang's head falls onto its pillow of young spring greens, and she waits with the breath hissing through her teeth. She waits for the child she has already seen, who will grow to loathe her mother. But she doesn't think of that nightmare now, she had time to change the story still.
He could not be called her lover, the one who gave her this gift.
The Dark God
(Whos tricks make only him laugh.)
The supernova created this child as his own, cold, bright and full of light.
You are not expected to change the future you are given to see. Warrick's words stuck with her -they always did- and she hopes that he is wrong. She hopes, as she gives a push, that the child she is birthing has a future other than the one she has seen.
Her nostrils flare, one torn and raw one whole, and she glimmers with sweat in the moonlight. Around her, the young cherry trees rustle with life and she lifts her head to see who has answered her call.
backstory - she is currently in Carnage's quest & preggers there. She also sees Celest there and she is cold and cruel. So this is taking place right after the quest where she is currently being tortured...
@[Jah-Lilah]