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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


    oh dear sweet ASHHAL
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    Ow. Ow. She stops as the pains along her sides intensify, as they seem to pulse with her heartbeat. Actually no, because her heartbeat didn’t feel like it was killing her. She was so so so glad that her baby was finally getting ready to come out, even if she felt like a bit of a baby still herself. Her sparkling black coat was slick with sweat, the sun feeling good on her black body but also making her extremely hot. She didn’t move, couldn’t move at this point. Ow....owowowowowow.

    Oh, that’s a lie. She does move. She suddenly needs the sound of the rushing water around her as she gives birth. So she painstakingly makes her way to the rapids of the River and settles near it, finally taking the weight from her legs and resting on the ground. By this point her contractions have intensified, seen as a ripple along her sides.

    Before too long she is laying there afterwards, tongue bathing the beautiful black boy she had been given. She cannot help but smile, cannot help but feel so much love for him her heart might burst. Her lips trace over his wings, she finds the tiny nub on his forehead and can only stare at him in wonder for a few minutes (hours, days) once she cleans him off. 

    Her and Ashhal made this beautiful little boy. 

    Her heart stutters in her chest, she feels it almost stop with all the love she feels for him, for her boy. “Taron.” She says softly, pressing another kiss to his lips before she gets to her feet. She smiles encouragingly at him. “Come on sweet boy, you gotta get up.” She touches him lightly, urging him carefully and laughs happily when he finally stands up without falling over. “Oh good job son.” She had a son. Holy crap she was a mom.

    She briefly freaks out in her head, her eyes on him, the tiny half and half who was now utterly dependent upon her to teach him everything he would need to know. Well, she had Ashhal but she didn’t expect that he would teach their son any good things. He was all sass and naughty things. A small smile curls her lips at her thoughts.

    And then she shakes her head, a look of horror on her face as she finds Taron. She most certainly did not have those inappropriate thoughts right here next to her son. Nope. Nopenopenope. He suddenly latches onto her teat and she starts a bit, her head swinging around to look at him. Where her heart goes all gooey again at the sight of him.

    She pretty much jumps between horror that she is going to scar him, wonder and fear at raising him, and absolute love for him.

    graeme


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