sinner, birthing;

[Valdis]

how come I never got used to the feeling of sleeping in a cage?
too long driving, too damn hungry; a tied-up hound but nothing stays

If she is experiencing pain, Valdis doesn’t at all show it.

Her stomach is wide, heavy with a child long overdue. Oddly enough, Valdis has been content enduring her pregnancy with no rush to deliver; however, the child within her readily squirms.

Underneath a patch of dappled sunlight her body settles. The fallen leaves from autumn sigh with the added weight as she nestles down in preparation. Silence purses her lips shut, refraining her from calling to Sinner. The noise would pique Mary’s interest, perhaps others, and so her route of quiet reigns as the contractions sink claws into her flesh. Pain kindles like fire through her veins for the first time, but she only musters a grunt as she battles herself to maintain silence.

Valdis adamantly stays strong, clenching her jaws and letting it all course through her. She will not show weakness, whether Sinner joins her or not. Blood – her own – saturates the air and it stirs something within her. Where her hooves were are now claws. Her talons tear into the leaves and soil, leaving gashes as signs of the discomfort ripping through her. Breathe, she desperately reminds herself, as exhaustion glazes her eyes.

Another contraction.
Another rip across the ground.
And then it is done.

The child lies behind her, sheathed in sacs and fluids until Valdis musters the courage to address it as a first-time mother. It’s obvious they are mother and child. Valdis cannot help to smile as her sapphire eyes drink in the sight of her daughter and the similar frosty-blue that patterns her coat. Slowly reaching forward, she presses her lips to the girl’s poll and whispers, ”Dracarys,” it tastes beautifully on her tongue, ”the first of hellhound and dragon blood.” A kiss is tenderly placed before she slowly withdraws and stands up, providing support for her newborn.

 

Valdis

@[Sinner]