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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


    [private]  Our Love Will Last A Lifetime [Diable Rouge] birthing
    #1

    Their embrace lingers for quite sometime.  She is satisfied to stay this way for eternity, but someone has other plans...

    It's starts as a gut twisting sensation that causes her to withdraw her muzzle to her breast.  A winced expression on her features makes known her pain.  Followed by a low gasp of breath.  It last only a short time and when it passes she looks into his worried eyes. "I'm ok.  I'll be ok, Rou," she says reassuringly before continuing, "We should go home." Her tone a bit concerned...

    Along the distance to the thicket they shared, she stopped occasionally to catch her breath.  The pains came and went but progressively they increased in intensity and frequency.  He never strayed from her side and she was appreciative for his continuing support.  Giving him a smile each time the pain subsided...

    Reaching the edge of their nook in the kingdom, she was glad to pass into the small clearing sheltered from the rest of the world.  A sigh of relief came over her.  It was short lived though as a stronger wave of agony came over her.  This one sent her to her knees.  Desperate to compose herself she forced herself to stand again.  Pacing nervously in a circle around the red stallion.  Her navy eyes focused on the ground of which she walked.  A beaten path soon forming.  

    All is quiet so she stops and looks to him in confusion.  Pulling herself to him and reaching out to touch his shoulder.  As her cream-laced lips reach his flesh a powerful surge of pain sends her to her knees again.  This time she doesn't force herself to stand but gives in.  Folding her limbs under her she slowly lowers herself to the turf below.  With a much heavier landing than anticipated she exhales heavily.  Soon to draw in a deeper breath.  Finding this curled up position uncomfortable she opts to extend her neck and limbs to lay flat.  The rise and fall of her barrel quickens with labored bursts of air drawing in and out.  The pain a constant now.  Until she is pushing...

    -

    The whole process may have taken hours but it is soon over.  The pressure inside her abdomen relieved and nearly instantly the pain a distant memory.  Curling her cream limbs under her, she finds the will to stand again.  Twisting around to find a small life laid sprawled out onto the grass.  Instinctively she whicker's to it, welcoming it into this world.  Running along is red speckled coat her rough tongue.  Clearing away any mess that happened to cling onto it.  Shaking it's tiny head every time she licks across it's face.  She starts there and moves down it's spine.  Noting to herself how much it looks like it's father.  

    When she is satisfied with her cleaning of the child she turns to Rou.  A soft nicker calling him over to see his son, "It's a boy Rou! What should we name him?" Her golden flecked eyes look to her partners red profile awaiting his answer eagerly...  

    AuroraElis

    Not all that Glitters is Gold




    @[Diable Rouge] continued of last thread.  Figured I'd start an updated timeline <3
    #2

    Phoebus

    Many months were spent curled inside the dark womb of his mother. Gaining nutrients through a simple tube, ever growing, ever changing. His body, shifting from the size of a pea to a good hundred pounds. 

    But he is tired of the cramped confines of her uterus, and he is now ready to emerge. 

    It is involuntary, completely instinctual, and the contractions move him into position, front hooves first. He isn't sure how long his mother is pushing, but before he knows it he is on the ground, legs kicking violently to release himself from the sac of fluid around him. The world outside is cold at first, but soon he feels the warmth of his mother's tongue. A once racing heart begins to beat slower, and finally he finds the courage to open his eyes, blinking through the blurriness to find a whole new world. 

    The first face he finds is the dipped caramel head of his mother. She is smiling, and he knows immediately that she is the one who has been carrying him all these months. She nickers to him softly, telling the colt to try to stand, to join her. 

    Unsure, he begins to try. His spindly legs find supporting his weight difficult at first; the first time he crumples back to the grass immediately, the second, his legs wobble then give out. Finally, the third time he is standing shakily, taking several meager steps towards his mother, stomach rumbling for something to eat.

    In no time, he finds her teats, and begins to suckle greedily at them. Hunger is a cruel beast, and he hardly is listening as she excitedly yells for someone to come near. "It's a boy Rou! What should we name him?" The colt stops his feeding for a moment, looking from under her stomach to the figure approaching them. The stallion is huge, coat a sparkling crimson color. He bends his neck to look directly at the blue-eyed boy, and smiles. 

    "Phoebus. His name should be Phoebus."    

    Love Child of Diable Rouge and AuroraElis



    @[AuroraElis]

    ooc: decided it may be fun to write from baby's point of view. Smile
    #3
    Diable Rouge
    >
    Diable Rouge was good at a lot of things, but this was something he was unsure of how to approach. The first contraction only causes Aurora to wince slightly, but the grimace on her face causes him to gasp. His eyes grow worried, but she tries to reassure him she is okay. 

    "We should go home." The moment those words escape her lips, the chaser is leaping into action. He follows close by her side, helping her move through the obvious pain she is feeling. He can feel his heart beating rapidly in his chest; he knows what's going to happen next. 

    They soon find their cozy nook, and only then is when the contractions begin to get worse. His love is nearly crippled by them, falling to lay on her side. "I'm right here, my love, it'll be okay." He assures her, but is careful not to get too close - her body would do the work instinctively.

    A brief moment of time passes, but it feels like a lifetime. He watches Aurora push, her body covered in a thick layer of sweat. It is all he can do to keep himself from rushing over to her, but instead he allows her to do what she has always wanted to do, give birth to a child. 

    And then, as quickly as it had began, it is over, and she is cleaning the amniotic fluid from the child's small frame. The boy stands, wobbles over to her, begins to drink. "It's a boy, Rou! What should we name him?" The roan moves closer to his son, letting out a small, excited breath of air...the boy looks just like him. Staring into his child's bright blue eyes, the stallion allows himself to smile brightly. 

    "Phoebus. His name should be Phoebus." A perfect name for a perfect child. 
    in the eye of a hurricane, there is quiet.
    #4

    Phoebus.

    It is an unique name.  As different as hers and his but it suits the child so she smiles.  Her muzzle outreached to touch the cheek of Rou's crimson face.  "He's perfect," she whispers lovingly to her companion.  The child switches from eating to looking about this bright new world.  His blue eyes drift curiously over everything.  Even the gown of feathers upon her back. 

    Her carmel ears swivel to keep constant watch on him.  Even as her eyes begin to heavy.  Her weight shifts to bring her nearer to the red tinted stallion.  Leaning her petite frame against his.  Fighting her need for rest as to not miss a moment of their time together as a family. But she was tired.  So very tired... 

    AuroraElis

    Not all that Glitters is Gold



    @[Diable Rouge]
    #5
    Diable Rouge
    >
    The moment shared between them is short-lived, as AuroraElis leans against him, body beginning to drift. He nuzzles her forehead gently with the edge of his maw, soft whispers emerging from his lips. 

    "Sleep, my love," He looks to Phoebus, who stumbles sleepily towards them, plopping on the ground. His blue hues linger for a moment before they shut and he is fast asleep. Diable Rouge lets out a laugh. "It looks like he had the same idea. I'll keep watch, okay? You need your rest." His own eyes glance up to the sky, which is beginning to grow dark with the promise of night. His heart swells with love for his beautiful family, and as they sleep peacefully, he thanks the gods for the blessings they have finally granted him. 

    His life was finally starting to come together, piece by piece. 
    in the eye of a hurricane, there is quiet.




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