02-16-2016, 01:11 AM
Arkane
Kirin x Kalamity
She goes back to the stallion when the mare trots off snuggling up to his hyde, not fully comprehending what was going on. The purple girl looking to Kirin as she stands there. What was she to do? What was going on? This time the dark purple coat glitters in the sun as she steps away from him for a moment.
The curious butterfly had her full attention, ears strain forward in an instinctive jesture. She snorts and watches it fly away with a squeal of delite. She couldn't hear to know that she made a sound, her vocals as primitive as that of a dumb horse with no magic of beqanna to inhance the intellectual speach the rest of them were using. No she stood there in the sand dancing around enjoying the warmth and the company of the male. Her mother all but a thought in the back of her mind.
Her mother on the other hand glowered at Kirin. Not my child, I have never had a child in my life. He seemed to be getting angry with her. This was the first time that she had seen his temper rise. Part of her wanted to dare him. And another part of her told her not to. That she was pushing the package as it was. He believed that she was the mother, then the serigate mother she would have to be.
Her head drops low. Her lip nibbled on by her teeth. Why did it have to be her? Standing in front of him, she doesn't move when the child finishes its meal, she doesn't move when it walks away and gets that drunk sleep step in gate. Or even when the child between Kirins feet. No the mare had done as told. What now. Her voice dead with defeat. She was stuck and she knew it. There was no getting out now.
She would have to stay here for a while. Raise a child that he called hers. Most likely have to bare another considering that this one was defective. In any case she knew there was no escape anytime soon for herself. Not unless her sister had a miracle planned to get her out of here. But she wouldn't after kataclysm beleived that she wanted to be here. That she wanted to have this child.
The curious butterfly had her full attention, ears strain forward in an instinctive jesture. She snorts and watches it fly away with a squeal of delite. She couldn't hear to know that she made a sound, her vocals as primitive as that of a dumb horse with no magic of beqanna to inhance the intellectual speach the rest of them were using. No she stood there in the sand dancing around enjoying the warmth and the company of the male. Her mother all but a thought in the back of her mind.
Her mother on the other hand glowered at Kirin. Not my child, I have never had a child in my life. He seemed to be getting angry with her. This was the first time that she had seen his temper rise. Part of her wanted to dare him. And another part of her told her not to. That she was pushing the package as it was. He believed that she was the mother, then the serigate mother she would have to be.
Her head drops low. Her lip nibbled on by her teeth. Why did it have to be her? Standing in front of him, she doesn't move when the child finishes its meal, she doesn't move when it walks away and gets that drunk sleep step in gate. Or even when the child between Kirins feet. No the mare had done as told. What now. Her voice dead with defeat. She was stuck and she knew it. There was no getting out now.
She would have to stay here for a while. Raise a child that he called hers. Most likely have to bare another considering that this one was defective. In any case she knew there was no escape anytime soon for herself. Not unless her sister had a miracle planned to get her out of here. But she wouldn't after kataclysm beleived that she wanted to be here. That she wanted to have this child.