• Logout
  • Beqanna

    COTY

    Assailant -- Year 226

    QOTY

    "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


    Where The Wild Things Are; (Birthing), Naga, any
    #1
    Celeana

    Seasons, weeks, and months flew by, and her belly swelled with child. She felt fat. And very sore, her ankles were swollen, her back ached, and the instinct to eat and eat. It always seemed whatever was green and placed in front of her it would be devoured within an instant. She felt like a pig. Eating and eating and eating, she had even been able to sharpen her hunting skills by snatching unexpecting sea birds from the cliffs. 

    At least she wasn't alone, she had her gorgeous lover by her side. Going through the same feelings, and side affects, but she was more relaxed. Truthfully Celeana wasn't sure what she would do without Naga, at first this whole pregnancy thing was terrifying. Celeana didn't quite know what she was getting herself into... She was mainly concerned about the birthing process, but Naga always seemed to have something to say with her sweet and temptress vocals of hers, it always soothed her nerves. But as the day neared, and her barrel grew larger. She found herself glued closer to Naga, resting against her inky black panther mate on the obsidian coast of Nerine.

    When that day finally came, she found herself strolling the coast beside her beloved Naga, the water lapping at their ankles, and the soothing sound of the waves crashing upon the beach. Everything was perfect, until an unnerving pain erupted deep within her stomach, and then the contractions began. Stirring painfully at her abdomen, Celeana couldn't help it she hardly had any control of her body at this point and she shifted. "Naga...." She moaned, her vocals hinted with terror. 

    Her body collapsed on the ebony sands, the water licking at her alabaster coat. Her claws unleashed and dig into the sand as her gut wrenches in pain. Her body grows slick with sweat, and the pain seems to be never ending until all at once it was over.

    She lays there for a moment, breathing heavily, her body trembling as a surge of adrenaline begins to run through her veins giving her an extra boost of strength to allow her to get back up to her feet. Still in her feline form, she gazes back circling around to inspect the little thing. It's small, she's small. Celeana is hesitant, and she glances up at her mate briefly allowing her verdant eyes to lock with her lovers only for a brief moment, then she proceeded  to cleanse the little cub.

    She was so small, yet so defiant as she mewled and Celeana couldn't help but smile. As she began to squirm around and with little thought to it a gorgeous name was spoken from whiskered lips, "Lewana." It was perfect, and unique and all hers.

                                                                    ---

    The world was bright, and vibrant with color, and ever so loud. What was that crashing sound? Where did it come from? But with the welcoming warmth of her Momma's the little girl gazed up at both of them babbling with toddler like speech, mewling in protest as her speckled momma fussed over her. 

    Her petite ebony body squandered about, between her Mommy's two large alabaster paws. Shuffling in the sand, with black speckled feet. And one of her Momma's spoke a word, Lewana and as a toddler might mimic her own parents the little girl spoke with gumbled words, "Lewayna."

    Where the Wild Things Are



    @[Naga]
    [Image: celeana1_zps6eonkecp.gif?w=480&h=480&fit...1483304507]
    #2
    She spun the stars on her fingernails
    There are whispers of pregnancy and of birth, of love and loyalty. Nayl listens with only half an interest until her fiery eyes sweep across the shore and find the scapegoats of the wind’s gossip. A brow lifts as she observes the shifting of their bodies, no longer equine and instead something far fiercer. It reminds her of the jaguars scattered in the Jungle and how they would growl in the shroud of darkness when night fell. While they are different types, the two mares are still feline and therefore in relation to those treasured jaguars.

    There is no malintent or even hatred painted on her face as she looms nearer to the couple. Her curiosity sweeps away any better judgment just so that she may see what can be conceived between two women. The prospect is boggling – perhaps even disappointing – but Nayl lacks maternal instincts. She doesn’t take a great interest in procreating from love, like a child will be the unbreakable bond uniting two individuals.

    It’s weakness. Love is weakness.

    A child is merely leverage.

    Nonetheless, Nayl reaches them with a neutral and stoic expression as her gaze settles on each of them, but dwells on the small cub. ”Congratulations,” she says in a lackluster tone, ”on having the first child in Nerine.” It is something to treasure and to be proud of, but Nayl can’t bring herself to deceive them with falsified excitement and elation. Their history together is rugged, still not even reasonably close to smooth, but Nayl tries to push it behind her – even just for a moment – to extend her well wishes on their child.


    Nayl
    covet and myrina's creation




    Users browsing this thread: 1 Guest(s)