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    Assailant -- Year 226

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    "But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura


    [private]  A young girl's dreams, no longer hollow {[Hod, Birthing]}
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    He was amazed and terrified at the process of birth. The concept of a child had been so abstract until now. Hod felt helpless at his beloved's side as she labored, offering what comfort he could. Every sound seemed foreign, and when at last it seemed that something must have gone wrong, she couldn't be crying out like that if things were fine, it was that soon over. 

    He can feel her move, still breathing hard with the recent exertions. There is a unexpected splash, and then the scent of someone new. With slow, measured movements, the burly grey dipped his head to where he heard the sounds of Nyxa calmly cleaning the afterbirth from their daughter's tiny body. "You're a wonder, Nyxa. An honest miracle." Pride fills his voice as he kisses her neck lightly. Quiet shuffles in the sand mark the little one's first attempts at standing. Goodness, but she must be all legs. "She's going to be a little fish, isn't she? With that name, how could she not." He asked. 

    A feeling barreled into him then. Utter joy and deepest heartbreak, mixed into something dizzying. The love he felt for his new daughter and her mother was total and unconditional. He wished so much that he could see them. Not just vague, shadowy outlines, but really see them. There is no time for self pity now though,  as Nyxa speaks more about her. 

    Like Bragi? Coloration wise, most likely. She would be a fine looking girl, then. Oh dear. Hod felt the first semblance of concern. If she grew to be anything like her mother, the poor stallion was going to be living in a constant state of anxiety for the rest of her life. Already he knows, there will never be a horse alive worthy of her, though he was sure many would try. "If she's anything like him, we're in for a wild ride, my love." He chuckles lightly. 

    It happens then. The wuffle of breath on his chin as her bitty feet carry her close to him. A little afraid, his head drops to her height. "Adria, Adria, we have waited our whole lives to meet you, sweetheart." He murmured as their breaths mingled. Kissing a line from het nose to het poll, the new father began to memorize his daughter's face.
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    RE: A young girl's dreams, no longer hollow {[Hod, Birthing]} - by Hod - 06-05-2018, 07:24 PM



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