11-14-2020, 02:37 PM
give my all just to watch you fall
Ischia begins to smother her, so she escapes the island and heads to the mainland.
It is temporary, she knows, because her life is not only her own. Not anymore. She feels the other life stirring within her, a sensation she had hoped never to experience. She wasn’t meant to be a mother, wasn’t meant to harbor life and nourish it and be responsible for how it grew up. She wasn’t destined for any of it. Titanya is a selfish creature at heart. She is meant for the wild places and the constant movement of her feet or paws over ever-changing earth. She is meant to be an outsider, to live on the fringes and coexist with others as infrequently as possible.
This baby will ground her and tie her to a place and its people. This baby will make her forever linked to the other one responsible for its creation. And though it’s not the baby’s fault, she knows she can’t let any of that happen. Titanya will go back to Ischia for a time, at least, but not now. Not now when it is still a secret between her and the rare fluttering of her sides that she knows is a growing child of her and Halcyon.
She skulks through the trees around the meadow as a tiger. Blood stains her muzzle and her belly is full (the baby quieter than ever as it seems to similarly enjoy the spoils of a successful hunt). She eyes the milling horses through the bare tree branches with a marginally lessened level of disdain than normal. Something about being pregnant has made her itchy for companionship. Or maybe it is from all the time she is spending with the islanders, catching their need for kinship like an inevitable virus.
Titanya pushes her snout through the last layer of dead foliage, remembers herself, and rises into her black and white equine form. No need to cause a stampede even if it would be delightfully chaotic. She moseys through the dried out grasses, taking a bite here and there to blend in even though she is dreadfully stuffed already. She is hungry for something else, though. Hungry for something different, anything to take her mind off of the inevitable thing that will be happening come spring.
It is temporary, she knows, because her life is not only her own. Not anymore. She feels the other life stirring within her, a sensation she had hoped never to experience. She wasn’t meant to be a mother, wasn’t meant to harbor life and nourish it and be responsible for how it grew up. She wasn’t destined for any of it. Titanya is a selfish creature at heart. She is meant for the wild places and the constant movement of her feet or paws over ever-changing earth. She is meant to be an outsider, to live on the fringes and coexist with others as infrequently as possible.
This baby will ground her and tie her to a place and its people. This baby will make her forever linked to the other one responsible for its creation. And though it’s not the baby’s fault, she knows she can’t let any of that happen. Titanya will go back to Ischia for a time, at least, but not now. Not now when it is still a secret between her and the rare fluttering of her sides that she knows is a growing child of her and Halcyon.
She skulks through the trees around the meadow as a tiger. Blood stains her muzzle and her belly is full (the baby quieter than ever as it seems to similarly enjoy the spoils of a successful hunt). She eyes the milling horses through the bare tree branches with a marginally lessened level of disdain than normal. Something about being pregnant has made her itchy for companionship. Or maybe it is from all the time she is spending with the islanders, catching their need for kinship like an inevitable virus.
Titanya pushes her snout through the last layer of dead foliage, remembers herself, and rises into her black and white equine form. No need to cause a stampede even if it would be delightfully chaotic. She moseys through the dried out grasses, taking a bite here and there to blend in even though she is dreadfully stuffed already. She is hungry for something else, though. Hungry for something different, anything to take her mind off of the inevitable thing that will be happening come spring.
Titanya
@[Colby]@[Cassi]@[hanna] : or whoever! I know you guys wanted a post at some point =)