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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


    inside of all of us is a wild thing; birthing
    #1
    azlyn.
    It’s been a quiet, but happy year.

    Since Roslin’s birth Azlyn has mostly kept to herself, raising her daughter in Ischia’s quiet confines. It’s been, to put it simply, absolutely heavenly.

    It’s been over a decade since her last child, since she’d given birth to … and lost, Lestrade. She still thinks about, and misses the boy every day (where is he? how is he?), but Roslin’s presence has helped to somewhat heal the hole in her heart (though of course the girl can never replace her brother).

    It’s just been so, so nice to have a young one running about again.

    She’s seen less and less of Ashley lately, but she doesn’t mind. She’s had Roslin all to herself (except for the when the girl disappears for some exploring), and that’s all she needs. And she knows why it’s happening, after all - she’s seen Marlyn and Ashley together amongst the trees, and she knows love when she sees it. She’s not hurt by it - she and Ashley had fun together, and she cares for him, it’s true, but she wouldn’t call it love. At least they’d had one last fling - he’d given her one last gift then, one last child.

    When the labour pains begin she sequesters herself in a quiet corner of Ischia, hidden away from what few members of the kingdom remain. Roslin waits at her side, amber eyes narrowed in worry. The birth is quick and easy however (after eight other children, her body knows what to do), and in no time at all, a little bundle lies on the damp soil.

    Roslin hangs back as Azlyn stands and reaches for the bundle, nuzzling and licking it to life. It’s a boy - a handsome little boy with a reddish coat, violet points (reminiscent of his sister’s coat), tiny little wings, and a little nub forming in the centre of his forehead. Azlyn smiles down at him, happiness welling up inside her. “Come on little one, up you get.” She turns to look at Roslin, who still waits, watching anxiously. “Come Roslin! Come meet your little brother. His name is Badden.” The girl slips up beside her mother, staring nervously down at the red and violet boy. “Hello Badden. I’m your sister, Roslin.”


    @[Ashley] @[AbbyNormal]
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    Warm. So cozy and warm. And dark, he likes the dark and the quiet. The easy rocking inside mom when she walks. The occasional voice. One is hers, and he welcomes the sound and the way it reverberates the walls of his little space of home when she talks. He hears more from Outside, finds himself curious who those sounds belong to. Oh, but the gentle rocking when mom is walking again, puts him right back to sleep.

    Lately, though, his little space has become littl-er-- as he unknowingly is growing out of it. The squishy feeling makes him restless sometimes and he must try to stretch out a leg or wrestle with the walls to get more comfortable. Finally, he finds a good position and is able to rest for a while. A good while, until the walls of mom's belly squeeze him and push him. This, he doesn't like. Makes him squirm and kick with a back foot. Sometimes, he thinks he makes it stop. The pushing does ease for several moments. But then it comes again in full force and- ugh, nooo.

    Eventually, the boy gives in, tired of fighting what was clearly more powerful than he. And besides, there's this light coming and it's interesting! Even though he has loved the cozy and dark, he wants to know what this new place is like. So he stills and gives in and lets the muscles of mom push and push. So much squishing! But it doesn't take long (not that he has any concept of time, but it doesn't feel long), before he is laid bare on rough ground, the protective sac breaking over his face.

    The first thing he notices is when the ground beneath him rumbles and thumps as mom gets up and turns her face to him. She eases off the goo from his prior home, and he gets the first feeling of chilly as the air touches his wet skin for the first time. He shivers at it, but Mom's touch is soothing as she cleans him up and her tongue and breath warm him. She speaks and he finally opens his eyes, a milky brown hue to them, and squeaks at her. Up? Nah, he's content with being a lump on the floor. She smiles and he grins something silly back up at her. Mom is as big as the world around him. So tall and lovely. Taller, even, when she lifts her head and talks to someone else. Roslin. He tips his head and looks in the same direction as the someone else comes up to him. Roslin. His gums start to work around the word as he eyes the girl. Mom says he is her little brother, and his name is Badden. Ooh, yes, he likes that sound.

    The girl steps closer to him and he lifts his head to try at smelling her. She repeats his name, Badden, making him smile, and she says she is his sister. Roslin. Something tickles his new little nostrils, then, and he sneezes- right in her face. Oops. But stuff from his nose sprayed out at her, and he thought it was kinda funny, so for the first time he laughs. A soft little boyish giggle of a sound. Roslin, and Mom, and Badden. He smiles up all innocent at them, before this crazy sensation starts in his belly. Oh, that is unpleasant. What is that? He flicks one ear back and hears the little rumble coming from his body. Curiously, he looks back up at mom, but she is urging him up. Up, up. Yes, okay, up.

    Snorting and grunting, the boy works at unfolding his limbs. Four below him and two above. Whoa. Almost in a stand, he tries to turn his head to look at the amazing things on his back, but OOP- bad idea, as he tumbles back to the ground. Alright, so the four long limbs of his legs are more important right now. He focuses and gets them beneath him, wobbling a bit, but in no time at all, he is standing. Looking up at mom and sister again, he makes some small victory sound. Ooh, and then he is walking. Careful, at first, little violet tail swishing. Then faster. Feels good! He moves to Roslin and smacks his gums at her, amusement in his eyes. And then one of the things on his back moves and it startles him some, he'd forgotten about those. Mistake, because he jumped a bit and tried to spin, but legs tangle and he's falling again. Ugh, he grunts. Up is harder than it looks.

    After some experience, he gets his legs under control and standing again. Time for play later. For now, there's this rumbling in his belly and a dryness in his mouth. Unpleasant and he wants it to stop. So he moves to Mom, and lets her guide him to the back of her belly where something warm and delicious awaits him. Yes, and greedily, he partakes. Subconscious little tail swishes and muscle tests where the things on his back stem from, causing the wings to lift and lower and air out the feathers. And after he's full, he turns and smacks milky lips up at mom and sister, feeling the first wave of sleepiness since opening his eyes out here. But there's so much to see! And sleep means closing the eyes. So no. Not yet. Not yet.

    "Mom. Sis.. Sista. Rrr. Rossi. Baddie. Brudder." A boyish little grin.
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