In This Tug Of War You Always Win {Khaos // Open}

[Ghoest]

{we all are living in a dream}
{and life aint what it seems}

Ghoest was fat. Ok, maybe not fat, but pregnant. Very pregnant. Very very pregnant. Her small frame was bulging around her stomach, every last bit of lady-like beauty having left long ago with the swelling child. The "k" on her side was curved outwards with a fishbowl effect, the gray lines far less shocking than they had originally been. Ghoest no longer felt like a freak with a bright red gash across her side, it had taken months but at least it wasn't pink anymore. Now she just looked strangely proportioned, as if her tiny, thin legs wouldn't even be able to support her own weight anymore, and it felt like the more she ate the bigger the child grew. Perhaps, though, the child would have traits like Khaos, and make him proud; she certainly didn't want to disappoint him.

She waddled through the hills, moving slowly and carefully, finally settling down for a bit in a small shady patch of grass. The cool dirt felt nice against her skin, bringing a damp cold to her flesh. Ghoest sprawled out on her side, doing her best to ignore the twinge of pain in her abdomen. She wasn't ready for that baby to be born (though some part of her paranoid mind was convinced it was already too large and would kill her during birth), and the little roan just wanted it to wait. Why couldn't she just be pregnant forever? Then she wouldn't have to go through childbirth, or Khaos' wrath if the child wasn't satisfactory. Ghoest had been trying her hardest to keep him happy, but for some reason she could never succeed. In some way, the other mares in the land were superior, Killgore and Branka almost seemed to be treated as equals to the stallion. Ghoest, on the other hand, was never good enough, and despite her efforts he still treated her like a punching bag. Obviously he was capable of being kind- kindness perhaps being the wrong word- so it must have been her fault? What was she doing wrong that she needed to be punished for? She followed all the rules, better than anyone else in her mind.

Perhaps it stressed her out more than it should, she was quite used to the beatings and the cruelty, and new scars here and there didn't bother her. It was more that she was anguishing inside because she just couldn't get it right; she wanted his acceptance. Another twinge in her stomach made Ghoest uncomfortable enough to lurch herself back up, and she stood, slightly splay-legged, looking around anxiously. In some ways she wanted Khaos to show up, and be proud of his newest baby. In other ways she was terrified that the baby wouldn't be good enough, and that he might kill it. Or her.

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kind of weird writing? I think I'm tired

[Khaos]

It must be almost time.

The iron stallion stalks through the territory, cold eyes searching out his favourite little playtoy. He’s been giving her space during the winter, giving her time to grow and regain her health while she carries his child. He has of course been keeping an eye on her (he is impressed with her progress), but he hasn’t actually seen her for the past few days. She must have either had the child, or be close.

He eventually finds her in a small patch of grass, sprawled out on her side. She’s still pregnant - her sides are as swollen as anything, massive and rounded by the child within. He’s a little disappointed, really. He wants to see this child, see if it’s worthy. But he knows he won’t have much longer to wait anyhow.

“Well hello darling.” He slinks up behind her and nibbles tenderly at the crest of her mane. “How are you doing?” She is so, so, incredibly fat. It cannot be comfortable. Not that he really cares about her comfort of course. But he can pretend. “It must be almost time!” He lips at her belly, trying to feel if the child is moving at all. Sensing nothing, he reaches out with his power to feel the heartbeat within. At the very least, the child has a strong heart. “I wonder what it will be like …” He trails off, thinking. Will this one be it? Will this one be his heir? It certainly would be ironic if it came from Ghoest …

K H A O S

iron son of carnage and oswyn

hell is empty and all the devils are here

Reference here

Ugh I'm so sorry for the wait.