05-21-2018, 11:05 AM
Her instincts tell her that it won’t be long anymore before she will be going into labour. She had moved from the main island, the one that resided most of the Brotherhood, to one of the smaller ones west from the isle. Though significant smaller, this isle is still large enough to provide all she needs. There are ponds of fresh water, and lush green fields hidden under tropical canopy. But most of all, this one held a particular cave, the very same one as where she – and Kharon of course – had been born herself.
It is there, safely hidden from watching eyes, that the contractions force her down to the ground. Soon her flanks are damp, and her breath quick and heavy. Pain consumes her, and there is no way Kylin can flee from it. She does not hold back loud groans and soft pained cries, as she pushes the child out of her body little by little. It last only a short while, but locked in an endless circle of pain and doubt – and love, don’t forget that one – it feels like an eternity.
Once it is over, she does not move right away. Post contraction cramps keep her down. For a moment her mind had been at peace, the intense labour had not left room for anything else, but as her ear twitch – catching the sound of her baby moving – everything comes back to her tenfold. Fear and love. Because she does love the wet bundle behind her already, but also fear, because she is unsure of how to keep such fragile thing secured and safe.
Eventually instincts kick in, and with a groan she rolls herself up. Her front legs are stretched before her, and she uses them as leverage as she bend her neck and reaches out towards the obvious purple bundle on the ground. A soft nicker follows, both her lavender ears pointing forward as she gently touches the child’s wet nose for the first time. Kylin starts the cleaning tentative, the nose, the eyes, the entire head. It is all she can reach, and the sudden need to clean all of her child is enough motivation to drive her to her feet. The cord still linking them breaks, now dangling from the afterbirth that has still to come off. She is exhausted, but at the same time adrenaline rushes through her body. All what matters is the little wet bundle on the ground.
As she continues to clean the child, gently probing her with her muzzle, she discovers it’s a girl. Slowly the corners of her lips curl, and in her stomach something flutters. Her little girl. “Kyveli,” she softly whispers, her lips resting on the girl’s crest.
@[Kyveli]
She is finally here! <3 <3