Across the sea
A pale moon rises
The ships have come to carry you home
Epithet
It was time.
The tensing of her belly was one that she was familiar with—having done this before. She had nearly fled into the trees with hardly any time to create a thicket for herself, before laying down in a puddle of her own sweat, the heat coming off of her in layers. Epithet spread her legs and pushed, closing her eyes with the uncomfortable feeling as her body wracked with one contraction over the next, rolling over her like waves crashing on rock. She pulled her tail backwards, and moved her head to examine her body. Two tiny pink hooves made their presence eventually, a puddle of blood seeping from her nethers. She nibbled on the membranes and the fluids gushed from her body, and another contraction sent her moaning aloud, turning away from the sight of her newborn.
She pushed again, determined to have this be the end. And after a time, it was. A beautiful black baby girl slid forth from her body and into the world, gasping for breath, her tiny chest heaving with all the work that the little filly had gone through to get herself into the world. Epithet nosed the child, smiling at herself... wondering if Akhil was even aware—or if he cared—that he was a father again. “Rest now, mommy has you…Leola.”
The tensing of her belly was one that she was familiar with—having done this before. She had nearly fled into the trees with hardly any time to create a thicket for herself, before laying down in a puddle of her own sweat, the heat coming off of her in layers. Epithet spread her legs and pushed, closing her eyes with the uncomfortable feeling as her body wracked with one contraction over the next, rolling over her like waves crashing on rock. She pulled her tail backwards, and moved her head to examine her body. Two tiny pink hooves made their presence eventually, a puddle of blood seeping from her nethers. She nibbled on the membranes and the fluids gushed from her body, and another contraction sent her moaning aloud, turning away from the sight of her newborn.
She pushed again, determined to have this be the end. And after a time, it was. A beautiful black baby girl slid forth from her body and into the world, gasping for breath, her tiny chest heaving with all the work that the little filly had gone through to get herself into the world. Epithet nosed the child, smiling at herself... wondering if Akhil was even aware—or if he cared—that he was a father again. “Rest now, mommy has you…Leola.”
@[Leah]