07-24-2018, 07:41 AM
Her eyes blinked, in seeing as her mind attempting to grasp the reality of her circumstances. Hot fluid ran down the length of her legs, seeping into her tail as it signaled the imminent birth of her foal. Spring was still new and worry immediately erupted within her. Images of her lifeless son buried at the base of a Nerinian cliff flooded her senses and immediately panic gripped her heart. His labor had been quick and painful. Fully formed and utterly beautiful he had looked a picture of his father and she had waited - desperately searching for signs of life. Numbed by her numerous losses she had been ready to end her life, to join them on the other side. Only, Volcan had found her - had reminded her that her death would not have been what they would have wanted.
But now her body struggled as it prepared to deliver for the second time.
The temperature had dropped significantly as the sun's warmth fades, giving way to night. Wildly her eyes darted around, searching for him as her body hungered for the familiarity of his touch. It is only as her gaze idly passes upon the white mare that she comprehends the question asked. Shaking Ilma's voice sounds foreign, almost as if it had been shouted from a faraway place. Slowly she shook her head 'no', admitting to her past failure to deliver.
Her body clenched and writhed as the foal desperately fought to escape. Without the water to surround the child, Nymf could feel the full weight of the foal pressing upon her pelvis. It tore through her like knives and her eyes remain glued to Ilma as she instructed the worried mare to lie down.
She obeyed. Almost immediately as her body kissed the cold earth the urge to push consumed her. Tears streamed down her face as new fears presented themselves. What if the child was born still, what would Svedka say? Would he hate her for her failure? She couldn't bear to think upon such things as wave after wave of contractions tore through her petite body. The world around her swirled with color as her head fell to the dirt as she strained and fought against her own physical desire to push until she could no longer. With one massive heave she was greeted by a sudden relief as her foal slipped free from its place within her.
Breathless she lay still, the sudden quiet unsettling. Tear soaked and caked in sweat she shook from the effects of her exertion. She closed her eyes and listened to the pounding of her heart - above all else she wished to see her child alive and healthy. Lifting her head she gazed over the top of her vacated belly and locked eyes with a pair of warm irises.
Through wetted lashes the filly watched her mother with vibrant curiosity and waves of relief crashed upon Nymf. The foal's heart was beating and she was absolutely perfect. Although dampened by her mother's fluid, she was the color of summer skies. Like her father, however, the soft blue of her coat was interrupted by patches of white. Nymf smiled warmly and gently licked the film away from her daughter's nose. It was miraculous, she relialized with a weary grin, to see such a gift given to her.
Bleary eyed and delirious she gazed up at Ilma, fresh tears escaping past her veil of happiness. "Thank you, truly," she muttered through trembling chords. "I could not have done this without you."
But now her body struggled as it prepared to deliver for the second time.
The temperature had dropped significantly as the sun's warmth fades, giving way to night. Wildly her eyes darted around, searching for him as her body hungered for the familiarity of his touch. It is only as her gaze idly passes upon the white mare that she comprehends the question asked. Shaking Ilma's voice sounds foreign, almost as if it had been shouted from a faraway place. Slowly she shook her head 'no', admitting to her past failure to deliver.
Her body clenched and writhed as the foal desperately fought to escape. Without the water to surround the child, Nymf could feel the full weight of the foal pressing upon her pelvis. It tore through her like knives and her eyes remain glued to Ilma as she instructed the worried mare to lie down.
She obeyed. Almost immediately as her body kissed the cold earth the urge to push consumed her. Tears streamed down her face as new fears presented themselves. What if the child was born still, what would Svedka say? Would he hate her for her failure? She couldn't bear to think upon such things as wave after wave of contractions tore through her petite body. The world around her swirled with color as her head fell to the dirt as she strained and fought against her own physical desire to push until she could no longer. With one massive heave she was greeted by a sudden relief as her foal slipped free from its place within her.
Breathless she lay still, the sudden quiet unsettling. Tear soaked and caked in sweat she shook from the effects of her exertion. She closed her eyes and listened to the pounding of her heart - above all else she wished to see her child alive and healthy. Lifting her head she gazed over the top of her vacated belly and locked eyes with a pair of warm irises.
Through wetted lashes the filly watched her mother with vibrant curiosity and waves of relief crashed upon Nymf. The foal's heart was beating and she was absolutely perfect. Although dampened by her mother's fluid, she was the color of summer skies. Like her father, however, the soft blue of her coat was interrupted by patches of white. Nymf smiled warmly and gently licked the film away from her daughter's nose. It was miraculous, she relialized with a weary grin, to see such a gift given to her.
Bleary eyed and delirious she gazed up at Ilma, fresh tears escaping past her veil of happiness. "Thank you, truly," she muttered through trembling chords. "I could not have done this without you."
Nymf
I Have No Tears Left To Cry
I'm going to post Fae now.
