09-23-2017, 04:30 PM
Aditi
i'm contagious, it'd be safest if you ran
The first two are pushed out quickly in the middle of the night, as if they have been prepared for this moment all along and were simply waiting on their mother to birth them. The first, a buckskin colt with dark purple tresses, breaks through the sac that has contained him and mewls quietly as his sister, teal with stars in her mane and tail, follows swiftly after. Aditi's coat is dark with sweat and her sides heave as her body tries to expel the third, but the winged creature is un-breathing and she is so fatigued from birthing all three of them.
The speckled mare nearly gives up, resigning herself to whatever monster may find them helpless in the dark, but finally the stillborn colt slips free and she is able to breathe again. She affords herself a few moments to catch her breath with closed chocolate eyes and then finally Aditi is forcing herself to her hooves, her speckled body weakened by the exertion. She offers a quiet nicker to the first two children, her teal girl and buckskin boy, before making sure that their airways are clear of mucus. She nudges them quietly, waits for them to slowly find their hooves (the girl finds her balance first, though her brother is not far behind) and then waits for their wobbly-kneed selves to find her teat to feed.
She lets her dark eyes flutter closed, the blanket of darkness around them giving her a sense of security. Sylva has proven a decent home so far, their red-eyed King powerful and bold, but the last person she wants for company in the middle of the night is the irritable clown who frequently lolls his tongue from his mouth and smacks his lips together. She shifts slowly, turning her frame so that the two feeding children cannot see their stillborn brother, still wet with birthing fluid, lifeless near the shrubbery.
@[Tauber]