"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
12-03-2015, 09:11 AM (This post was last modified: 12-03-2015, 11:02 AM by Becca.)
The Golden Princess
I'm not a princess, this ain't a fairy tale, I'm not the one you'll sweep off her feet, Lead her up the stairwell This ain't Hollywood, this is a small town, I was a dreamer before you went and let me down, Now it's too late for you and your white horse to come around
At this point in her pregnancy she was never too far from her birthing site. She neared towards the soft pillow of grass surrounded by a coverage of trees, where you could hear the sweet vocals of every songbird that lived within the bounds of Beqanna. This was the place. It was here when she felt the first contractions of her new child, it struck her like a wind storm. Pain surging through her body pulsing through every vein as her heart thundered faster as the contractions grew.
By instinct, she gently lowered herself onto the soft pillow of grass. Now on her side it wasn't the most comfortable position yet it allowed her to calm down taking deep inhales and exhales with shaky breathes she began to push. It seemed she weakened after every push yet it made her urge to do so get stronger until she found a large lump at her hind. The pain was gone but, was this really her new child? In excitement she gently shifted over. A bit exhausted from the birthing, she bit open the sack revealing her child's silver black coat.
With the little strength she had Becca rose up onto all fours, nostrils flaring as she took in the scents of blood and her child. Soon motherly instincts kicked in grooming the small child clean, only to discover it was a girl, a petite filly. Brushing periwinkle eyes down her child, as she seemed to be adjusting to her new world, shaking almost in a fierce manner. Was that supposed to happen?
The petite child lay upon the ground dormant, as the dark chocolate women allowed herself to look around. She was sure there would be wandering eyes peeking through every corner ready to welcome the new child of the gates. Surely Magnus's daughter would perhaps have a new little friend along with Johnathen of course. She enjoyed the soft moments, as she gently urged her child up onto her feet. She did so willingly shakily rising and collapsing a silver charcoal heap. Only to try once more till her long appendages could with stand her weight for longer.
" There." She cooed the words gently nuzzling her new filly. All she needed was a name, something that matched her black coloring and that was unique. Of all names she chose the first one upon her lips, " Midnite." The word seemed to be soaked in honey and rose petals as it flowed out of her muzzle.
It had come time for her to be released into the world. She had grown over the many months within her mothers womb and it had been quite cramped as her once petite body had become overwhelmingly large. She felt the sides of the womb press against her body, which made it even more uncomfortable so in protest she would lurch in different directions (Contractions) she didn't wish to leave the warmth of her mothers womb. The silence was serene with the faint thumping of her mothers heart which she found comforting. Soon she grew to the point where she couldn't take it anymore, it had became dearly cramped in her once large home. So she lurched in a hard manner, more forceful this time causing her to move outwards (Labour). She felt the walls seeming to push her out of her mothers womb, thats when she felt it, the cold.
It was more than just any feeling, it was the complete opposite as she was before. Within her mothers womb she felt sweet warmth and protection but, now she felt the coldness prickle her tender skin and along with that feeling came the lack of protection, weakness. At first she felt as if she was drowning upon her own air, unable to exactly understand the method of breathing. Huffing and puffing she seemed as if she were to be suffocating upon her own surroundings, hearing her heart thundering loudly in her ears, she finally took an inhale like gasp, and a deep exhale. Slowly mastering the movement as she felt her whole body rise and lower as she breathed.
There she found another at her presence, gently lapping her choral coat sat another. It seemed to have the same build as she did yet it was quite unfamiliar, in a feeling strange. Eyes rotated around her new world filled with color and loud noises to be heard all around. She felt the warmth of a tongue upon her skin which frightened her slightly as she turned towards it. This individual had to be her mother where else would she find one, gently staring at the burgundy female, with golden locks, that was when mother decided something upon her own.
That the girl needed to use her legs, she had always wondered what her appendages were used for and, she was about to find out. As her mother gently shoved her up onto them, the idea felt quite daunting but, it was too late. She was already up, staggering upon shaking slender limbs the small filly collapsed in a a heap of silvery black legs crumpled all together upon the soft pillow of vegetation. Rising once more in a fearless manner, she would not take no for an answer, she triumphantly rose onto all fours shakily, staying in place she was afraid she would easily lose balance if she were to take on step.
Her mother seemed to be speaking to her, the word Midnite hung within her ears as she knew what it was, her name. It seemed edgy to the touch as she gently tried to speak the word, " Midnite." it came out of hr mouth sweetly as she gazed up at her mother in a proud manner. She was quite a fighter yet she had a lot to learn, being just a few hours old, but her future seemed quite bright, indeed.
I'm not a princess, this ain't a fairy tale, I'm not the one you'll sweep off her feet, Lead her up the stairwell This ain't Hollywood, this is a small town, I was a dreamer before you went and let me down, Now it's too late for you and your white horse to come around
The dark chocolate mare nodded deeply to her surprise her new child had already gained the skill of speech, still it was only one word. Gently motioning the little girl to suckle, as she watched the small filly take shaky steps closer to her, and pulling her head under her body. She had never had a child nursing from her before, sure it wasn't quite the most appealing feeling, yet it was easily handled by the dark damsel. Standing in place the weakened mare lowered her head to graze upon the lush green grass of spring, still awaiting for someone to enter the small clearing to welcome the little girl into the world. As long as they were still in silence, she could relax the pain was gone, and she no longer had to stress about the labour.
All she could hear were small grunts from her child, scarfing down milk from her weak body. She was quite skinny yet she was still in rebound from winter. For half of the harsh season she was terrified that she would lose her foal due to only eating roots during the frigid season. Perhaps her boney like appearance was only a side affect of her first carriage of child yet the possibility was not likely. Sweat remained upon her neck gently seeping into her tender skin, as she continued to graze flashing periwinkle eyes in the direction of her silver coated darling whom had seemed to of stopped suckled and pressed against her side placing all of her weight upon the mare's hind.
Lifting her head shakily, she turned towards her daughter golden mane placed in a messy manner all along her neck seeming to be glued onto her coat with sweat. She gently pressed her dark velvet muzzle against her child's once again getting familiar with her scent. She had done this before not too long ago but wither older child Johnathen, when they had just arrived to Heavens Gates.
It seemed so long ago since she had seen the clever colt, where had he been all this time? Perhaps with Magnus's daughter Amorette? Most likely considering the two were quite friendly with each other considering Johnathen was much younger than the filly. Who knows where he had wondered off to, she had payed little attention to him while she was expecting Midnite and felt horrible about abandoning the little fella in Heavens Gates. Yet the thought of him being alone brought her sorrow it was just like how she found him sympathy seeping through the cracks as she listened to his story of how his mother died multiple days after he was born. Surely he was probably socializing in the playground, with the other foals yet something kept her at worry for the little colt.
