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Practice Makes Perfect-{Birthing} - Sabé - 07-02-2016 you just activated a nuclear warhead Sabé @[chemdog] @[zepar] RE: Practice Makes Perfect-{Birthing} - Chemdog - 07-03-2016 @[Zepar] @[Sabé]
He literally can't stay off of her. So. Unlucky for his golden beauty-face, she seemed to be in a constant state of pregnancy or maternal something or other. He wouldn't deny, he sort of liked it. She was quite good at it. Clearly the best mother of the herd so far, having raised one already and bringing another so willingly into the world. It made his loins stir just thinking of her capable little ass. The only thing we wasn't so thrilled about with Sabé was her lack of love for his home, her home. She seemed to always find the barren bad spots, frowning always when she looks around. There is so much fertility and beauty in the Village. Rolling hills, rivers of lava r clear water, waterfalls, a lack, a coast, a few tropical isles – exotic birds, fruits and even a patch of ancient forest. He isn't quite sure why she's not getting it, but his patience with the subject of her displeased demeanor over the Village is starting to wear thin. He moves on. He can smell her coat and the scent of blood. It's not like death blood, it's different. The mixed aromas of her lactation and the tender taste of the newborn's scent also makes the gore of life smell much lovelier than the gore of death's pungent stench. “Wow.” He whispers, moving cautiously toward her with his head lowered to the babe's level. “A boy this time, aye?” He bumps the boy with his scruffy muzzle, breathing him in and giving him a few loving licks to clean him off a bit. “Well done, Sabé, well done.” He presses his lips to her sweaty cheek, huffing a warm breath onto her moist skin. His teeth and prehensile lip nibbles at her neck for a moment. He can never help himself from molesting her a bit. Obviously – she's always pregnant. He becomes distracted and lifts his head up to look around, “ Where is Ruri these days, anyway?” His ears swivel and his eyes look around to see if maybe he'd missed her when he had first approached. chemdog astra inclinant, sed non obligant. RE: Practice Makes Perfect-{Birthing} - Zepar - 07-03-2016 ZEPAR He inhales the musty scent of soil, allowing an exhale to form soon after, the first breaths of a demon. His dark chocolate eyes meet the gaze of another, one who he supposes is his mother. Her muzzle greets him in an embrace as she caresses over him until he is cleansed of any residue of birth. Her vocals reach his lobes, as a two syllable word forms within his petite head, Zepar. His name. The boy's body shifts as his attention turns onto his long appendages. Inspecting them briefly, before a little voice in his head decides to speak up, telling the dun boy to stand. Hesitantly he shifts his body to a point where he would be able to push himself up using his white socked legs. He lifts himself up for a decent period of time before something, or someone bumps him. Throwing Zepar off the balance, the long legged foal tips over collapsing onto the rock hard ground. Letting out a sharp squeal, Zepar finds himself being licked by the same being that bumped him back onto the ground. His head shifts, as he nips out at the black and white being gripping onto the smallest bit of skin to at least feel like a small little pinch. Defiantly, he shifts his body once more in order to make it easier to stand. Pushing up his petite bay build, the little colt stumbles beside his mother leaning on her for balance. Finally, his balance remains stable and with careful steps, the boy meanders around for a short period of time before returning to his mother's side. A pang in his stomach signals that his body is need of food, and the little boy bows his head, beneath his mother, finding the source of food. His hunger now fulfilled, Zepar meanders around his mother, testing the limits of his legs. Devil's Due Chemdog x Sabé @[Sabé] @[Chemdog] RE: Practice Makes Perfect-{Birthing} - Sabé - 07-06-2016 you just activated a nuclear warhead Sabé @[Chemdog] @[Zepar] RE: Practice Makes Perfect-{Birthing} - Chemdog - 07-16-2016
alrighty, closing this one so we can make a new one if you beat me to a new thread just tag me! ;p @[Zepar] @[Sabé] |