02-14-2016, 09:34 AM
And she'll always get the best of me, the worst is yet to come
All the misery was necessary when we're deep in love
All the misery was necessary when we're deep in love
Kirin doesn't take care to notice anything different about the child yet. Though she delicately brushes him with her dainty little mouth, finding his hair and flesh and nibbling the two. He snorts, a whuff of hot air into the child's skin, skin that was now void of the mess of life giving- no thanks to her ungrateful mother.
Again he is pleased at how quickly the filly finds her feet, taking his poking and prodding and making use of the momentum he provided. Though the spindly legs prove shaky they are doing their best to support the child, a squeal leaving her in her small triumph. "Yes, very good, you'll be running in no time." Kirin's tongue comes to swipe against her tiny forelock before his aunt steals the attention. Her awkward and disturbed display of Motherhood was displeasing to say the least.
"Indeed, a lovely looking child. Do not be daft the girl slipped from your womb, you are the Mother dear aunt." He rolled his mouth in an irritated explanation, one he was not sure why he was giving. Was the woman an idiot? What she slow? Surely she felt the life leave her and slip wet to the earth past her own legs.
"As for a name...she'll be called Arkane. You'll see to feeding her as I've not any equipment to do so." The last part he barks, clearly fuming at the mare's lack of simple feeding skills and mothering instinct. "She is yours Kalamity, ours if you like, but regardless the child will need to eat." The calm in his voice had left some time ago.
Again he is pleased at how quickly the filly finds her feet, taking his poking and prodding and making use of the momentum he provided. Though the spindly legs prove shaky they are doing their best to support the child, a squeal leaving her in her small triumph. "Yes, very good, you'll be running in no time." Kirin's tongue comes to swipe against her tiny forelock before his aunt steals the attention. Her awkward and disturbed display of Motherhood was displeasing to say the least.
"Indeed, a lovely looking child. Do not be daft the girl slipped from your womb, you are the Mother dear aunt." He rolled his mouth in an irritated explanation, one he was not sure why he was giving. Was the woman an idiot? What she slow? Surely she felt the life leave her and slip wet to the earth past her own legs.
"As for a name...she'll be called Arkane. You'll see to feeding her as I've not any equipment to do so." The last part he barks, clearly fuming at the mare's lack of simple feeding skills and mothering instinct. "She is yours Kalamity, ours if you like, but regardless the child will need to eat." The calm in his voice had left some time ago.
Kirin
son of Khaos
