Kuma
She can only scream.
There is not much else for her to do, as the jellyfish mare's tentacles spur and poke at her scarred hide. Each sting sends a surge of pulsing electricity through her, made worse by the devilish zap, crrrrrrr, zap! sounds it makes. The growing life within her shifts and kicks, agitated, distressed. The child makes a swift kick to the ribs, sending Kuma doubling over in pain as the dark mare continues her maniacal games.
"No more, please, stop!" The flowerchild begs, using her knees to try to escape the beating.
Don't touch her!
That voice, she knows it all too well. Tears flow from her eyes as she looks up, relieved to see the dark shadow of Imperial kicking the stranger directly to the chest. The tentacles give one last shock as they are plucked away, recoiling back to their master. Imperial says something about trying to escape, but Kuma feels her abdomen begin to contract. She lifts herself up, trying to ignore the new, unusual pain she is feeling. She has never birthed a child before, never felt the way the baby positions and tries to come out.
If they were going to go back to Loess, they'd have to go quick.
But, they were in the middle of Sylva, and with Gryffen's attack-dogs on full alert, she knew she may have no choice but to give birth here. Trying to escape now would be a deathwish - she would never be able to get to a fast enough speed to outrun the wolves.
Breathing through the pain, she hardly realizes the scene unfolding before her - Imperial's confusion, the strange mare's accusations. The rumbling in her stomach becomes too much to bare, and she collapses, gasping for air.
"IMPERIAL!"
All my flowers grew into thorns
@[Imperial] @[Dynast]