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    COTY

    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


    Darling, I'm a nightmare dressed like a daydream; Birthing, any
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    Lewana

    In truth she hadn't expected her little meeting with that stallion late autumn would result in anything, it was just sex. meaningless and harmless, but seems he had left something more, a permanent imprint in her body. Her barrel no swelled with child, hardly visible in her leopon state, but it was there. She hadn't expected motherhood to be forced onto her, but it seems there was no stopping what was life. 

    So the inky leoponess remain in her feline form for the entirety of her pregnancy, to keep everyone off her tail. She wanted it to be a secret, although soon enough that little secret would get out at some point. But that that some point was not now. It was spring, children were being born left and right, and yet Lewana remained with swollen ankles, and tremendous back pain.Every inch of her body aching from the strain of carrying a child for eleven months, and she was about ready to burst.

    The inky maiden finds herself, today in a secluded coastal cave, hidden away from the world, but ever so present. it doesn't take long for a sharp pain to travel up and down her body, and she gasps at first, before her body shifts in vulnerability to her equine state, and then all instinct takes over. Her knees buckle, and her body falls to the ground in a heap of pain and quickened breathes. Pain convulses all over from the epicenter of her womb where a kicking child fights for her life, traveling over every nerve in her body.

    She releases a violent cry, as she pushes body overwhelmed by pain and instinct when some hows he manages to triumphantly push. And in a matter of seconds, a moist discolored foal is at her rump. With the little energy she has she manages to rise, her barrel still shockingly swollen, and yet there lay a child at her feet. She nipped at the birth sac, and began to cleanse mess of birth debris off him, she watches carefully for movement, but there is little to nothing. Only a pile of all legs, and body not alive and kicking. Her heart shatters at the sight, she had a son but he was born sleeping... She releases a sob and whispers what was to be his name, "Zain." oily tears well at her eyes as she stares at her poor little boy.

    But hat she didn't know was that there was one more coming, her knees buckle once more and her body is overwhelmed with pain. She hadn't expected another kiddo, and her heart races at the though that maybe this one was alive, and still kicking fighting for her life within her womb. And all over again instinct takes over, and she pushes against the pain and sadness within her, and eventually a wet body finds its way to her rump. And with hope lighting a flame in her shattered heart, she jumps to her feet and without hesitation nip str the birth sac, and starts to cleanse her little girl this time. And thankfully this time the little girl moves shakily, as Lewanan pleases the birth residue off of her. She's an inky overo, fitted with wings. 

    Joy engulfs her despite her current sadness, and without hesitation she murmurs her little girl's name, "Rhette.". And wth a few nips and a bump, Lewana urges Rhette to stand, and with guiding muzzle she eventually got her little girl to nurse. 

    Baby, this is not wonderland.


    Lewana would probably like to join the army




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