Padme survived the end times – just barely – and came out the other side scarred, heavily pregnant and a smidge traumatized from her otherworldly experiences here on the regular plane. She was attacked and chased from the field by some freaky pack of hybrid demon things, contorted, blood-red glowing eyes and snapping drooling jaws. She has a clear claw mark scar etched into her left hip, the hair growing back black against gray where her flesh was damaged. On her neck, just behind her cheekbone, there is a bite mark scar, still pink from healing.
Where she was once a deep black she’s now gray. Stubborn shadows of her former coloring border her serrated white patches, and smokey black remains across her face and head. Her muted tones frame the fiery chestnut of her foal, born quickly in the night just after the light returned. Things went well, especially for a first-time delivery. The foal is brand new, and her mother is malnourished, tearing violently at the fresh grass while the summer sun casts unhindered across the Meadow.
Mourna is a quiet, observant baby in her second day. She stays close to the patchy underbelly of her soft nosed mother, which makes her feel ‘safe’. Her first grip on life is ‘safe’ and ‘YIKES’ – she tries her best to stay within touching distance of her mother, keeping her warmth and smell close, or else the latter feeling comes over her. She follows the sweet smell of her mother’s milk, and weaves in and out of her long legs, letting her mother’s long raven-black tail cascade over her little red face.
In time it might be in their best interest to find a permanent residence, but when she tried that, it did not go well. No one came, until something came. She’s just fine with being here until the baby is a little stronger.
PADMÉ
the high black water, the devil's daughter
the high black water, the devil's daughter
idk, but anyone feel free to stumble upon them.
side-bar: pad just gave birth, somewhere at some point and just has a little ginger baby now
