05-04-2016, 02:47 PM
Dacia
Jamie x Astri
He’s not one for conversation, is he? That’s alright though, Dacia prefers short sentences to longer ones anyhow. Their eyes meet and then his glance away, rolling across her skin in an almost tangible fashion. Her smile widens. “I’m afraid it’s the opposite for me.” She tells him, easing forward so that the distance between them is not so far. It’s been some time since she’s met a new face and this one is not so uncomfortable to look at. “Too much on my mind, unfortunately.” She says, head shaking briefly. It was strange to think that while her own life was spinning off into a series of breathtaking unknowns, here stood Arthas, frozen in time.
“Dacia.” She offers, stomach clenching at the unrest of her children. “And the smile is because I’ll soon be free of these two.” The olive mare laughs, nose bumping her ribs as if to chide her foals. She feels warm, uncomfortably so, and the tightness in her underbelly refuses to release. No matter: a flick of her tail and she’s shifted positions, hoping that the turn of foot will ease the mild pain. “Have you been in the Chamber long? You don’t seem out of place, but I can’t say that I’ve ever met you.” She questions, turning a narrowed eye upon him.
The sooty stallion only seems happy for the company, not suspicious or mildly nervous. Dacia would relax, if it weren’t for the fact that her gut felt as if it was wrenching in two. A huff of breath breaks past her lips, smile wasted away from the shooting distress. “Sorry.” She explains, moving away from her companion to walk a small circle. “Something feels … not right.” She murmurs, teeth clenching as she halts. Her eyes close, nostrils flaring to concentrate on expelling and intaking oxygen, but each breath is torture. A noise follows: soft, quick, unexpected. Her hind legs are slick from water.
“Arthas, help me.” She whispers, eyes wide with the fear of reality. It was time.
“Dacia.” She offers, stomach clenching at the unrest of her children. “And the smile is because I’ll soon be free of these two.” The olive mare laughs, nose bumping her ribs as if to chide her foals. She feels warm, uncomfortably so, and the tightness in her underbelly refuses to release. No matter: a flick of her tail and she’s shifted positions, hoping that the turn of foot will ease the mild pain. “Have you been in the Chamber long? You don’t seem out of place, but I can’t say that I’ve ever met you.” She questions, turning a narrowed eye upon him.
The sooty stallion only seems happy for the company, not suspicious or mildly nervous. Dacia would relax, if it weren’t for the fact that her gut felt as if it was wrenching in two. A huff of breath breaks past her lips, smile wasted away from the shooting distress. “Sorry.” She explains, moving away from her companion to walk a small circle. “Something feels … not right.” She murmurs, teeth clenching as she halts. Her eyes close, nostrils flaring to concentrate on expelling and intaking oxygen, but each breath is torture. A noise follows: soft, quick, unexpected. Her hind legs are slick from water.
“Arthas, help me.” She whispers, eyes wide with the fear of reality. It was time.
Color-Changing Vixen of the Chamber