Title: The Devil Is Laughing;; {pt.ii}
Description: SD x Black Onyx
Spirit Dancer - October 4, 2007 06:06 PM (GMT)
Spirit Dancer - October 21, 2007 03:52 AM (GMT)
I'd visited Hell more than once - when Wolfe became King of my homeland, and then when I'd been raped after I'd gotten lost within this boundries of this ever-growing land. Now, I was visiting Hell a third time, and would probably visit more times later on in my life, as the contractions became closer together and increasingly more painful.
To go through this more than once throughout a life time...How could one do it? The stress of living with another life within me had just about drove me mad; the sleepless nights, worrying about what would happen after I gave birth. How would I rule? How would I explain this to potential herd members? There would be no way I would dubb this child of mine a bastard child. Yet, I felt slightly wary of dubbing it my heir as well.
Since, afterall, I wasn't safe yet. I still had the slim chance of that the-bastard-that-started-this-all would show up and ration out another dosage of misery. But, I would take a stand this time, for I hadn't had much of a chance last time.
My thoughts are broken as I writhe with another contraction, which sends me to the ground. My sides contract as I feel my stomach lurch, almost like I was about to dry heave onto the ground underneath me. Ice blue eyes screwed shut as I felt all my muscles tense with the heave, before the pain subsides.
One contraction down; though however many was left remained a mystery.
[x] HG, if you don't feel like posting Black Onyx,let me know so that I can say that the twins were born. 'Kay? [/x]
Horsegirl - October 26, 2007 01:52 AM (GMT)
Finally, after nearly a year, the obsidian stallion was making his way to the Foaling Field. Again. He'd already raped one mare, this was his second, and she hadn't seemed too happy about it either. At least, she didn't look it. His short views of her had shown that she was either carrying a pretty big foal, or twins. Hopefully the latter, seeing as then he'd have two children from one mare.
She finally came into view, large barrel rippling with a contraction. He was glad that he didn't have to go through that, from her expression. He stepped forward, just enough so that she could see him, but not rip his leg off while laying down. Not that she'd be able to do it, he thought with a smirk.
Spirit Dancer - October 27, 2007 04:38 PM (GMT)
Ivor audda pinned themselves back into curls of pale gold and copper, ice blue hues closed as a gutteral gasp broke free of my frowning maw. Cold occuli reopened as the wave of pain passed on, my vision finding the slightly blurred form of the obsidian brute.
Pillars shifted, as peach and ash hooves dug into the ground as I tried my best to shift my weight, so that my back would face him. I could only move a few inches, before another pain webbed through my frame, ceasing all movements, making my brain focus on freeing the life within me to the world. Muscles rippled and tensed with the effort, and then the pain just simply slipped away. My attention divided itself between the obsidian brute and why the pain had suddenly disappeared. Cold occuli glanced behind me, towards the sodden grass, to see a sable and ivory lump moving feebly.
In a instant my attention turned towards the foal, tongue scraping against its forehead as I cleaned it, examining every inch of the foal's appearance, letting it get used to my appearance and scent, and so on. I spent so much time focusing on it - well, him -that I was barely concious to the signals to another contraction before it swept over me. A cry announced the pain's arrival, startling the poor colt that had tried to stand haphazardly, big blue eyes wide at the sudden sound.
Atleast this one wasn't as epic as the first, as I felt the slipping away of the pain once more, my mind buzzing with the possibilites. It was defiantely rare for a mare to give birth to Twins, especially in the wild. Worry etched into my features, my ivor and copper diadem turned, cold hues landing on the second form that laid behind me; sable and vior like the firstborn. Shifting as best as I could, my attention is turned to the foal as I begin the same process as I had with the firstborn, to discover that it was too, a colt.
"Twin boys. I hope you're happy," came the snarling announcement to the obsidian brute behind me, my voice raspy from the pain beforehand. The firstborn had started to attempt to get to his feet, succeeding once - before collapsing.
Horsegirl - October 27, 2007 07:31 PM (GMT)
The stallion was happy. Twins were rare, and very good. And if it had been twin fillies, that would have been fine too. But twin colts? That was the best thing. Two candidates for his heir. If she let one go with him.
"Of course I'm happy," he said, auds back at her snarling tone. "And since I don't know if you have a home or not, I'll make you a deal. Either you come with me and we have our boys together, or you and one go wherever you're going and I get the other, when he's old enough to be a way from you. Which one? Because if you pick neither, it isn't going to be pretty." He went a few steps forward, looking over his sons. They were both obsidian and ivory, pretty handsome to look at. The first had blue eyes, like his mother. She'd probably take him. But as he watched, the second didn't open his orbs for a while. He just laid there, resting, until after a few minutes, he opened his occuli, to reveal them to be the same as his father's: dark red. His auds were back a little, glancing around at his new world while he was licked by his mother.
Spirit Dancer - October 30, 2007 02:40 AM (GMT)
A barkish laugh shook me, startling the older colt of the duo, which caused him to fall to the ground.
"Please, as if I'd go with you. I have my own kingdom to run, thank you very much," I reply sarcastically, ivor and copper pillars unfolding; allowing me to stand. Holding my diadem high, the defiance was clear on my features. I wasn't going to be intimidated by a brute who stalked and raped lone mares to carry on his lineage.
"Please, save your breath. What in your twisted mind makes you think I'll just hand over a son like if he's some decaying piece of meat? Whatever you think'll make me hand one over, think about it again. I doubt there's anything you could do to make me hand one of the twins over." I continue, my slightly raspy voice trying to restrain the brutality that threatened to break loose. There was no way in Hell that he was getting one of my twins. Just because their were from his seed didn't mean they were his. He didn't have to carry them for almost a year, and deal with the constant worry; especially since I was alone in Avalon.
Horsegirl - November 3, 2007 12:12 AM (GMT)
The brute snarled menacingly, angry at her words. "You think so, huh? Well, what if one of them wanted to come with me? What would you do then? Kill him? Grab him and not let go? What about when they're older, when they can be on their own? What if one comes then? Or both? It's kind of difficult to not have one be with me at least once." He wasn't sure if that was a good comeback or not, but it was something for her to think about. And as he watched, she startled one of the foals into falling down. Not the best mother. "And anyways, I wasn't saying that you'd give me one right now. They still need their mother, whether I like it or not."
Dark red occuli blinked as the foal heard his sire and dam battling with ideas. Why were they fighting? Cranium raised, audits flicked to listen with new hearing. Nares flared, showing pink insides. Orbs and skull swiveled to watch his twin attempt to stand, then fall to the earth as his mother stood suddenly. Small chuckle came from the tiny maw. Then one pillar forked out. Marbled barrel heaved with his breath as the colt struggled to stand, only to fall back. Feelings were muddled. He had no understanding of why they were fighting. He also had no idea why they were doing that, instead of giving him and his twin brother callings. He laid down again and listened, green grass tickling his pistons.
Spirit Dancer - November 28, 2007 08:06 PM (GMT)
"I'll be damned if either of them go," comes my snarled response, audda remained pinned back. I feel a feeble muzzle to my stomach, knowing that at least one of the twins was standing now. I was half-tempted to look back to see which one, but I resisted. I had to keep my focus on their father. As for names, they'd have to come sometime later when arguments are through.
[x] Sorry for the shortness and the delay. D: [/x]
Horsegirl - December 8, 2007 05:31 PM (GMT)
/It's fine. Do you just want to work something out in OOC? Muse for Onyx has been low-ish./
Spirit Dancer - December 10, 2007 12:11 AM (GMT)
[x] Alrighty. Well, I was thinking that both of the twins could go with SD until Avalon gets some members...Since it's kinda empty. ^^; [/x]
Horsegirl - December 10, 2007 02:01 AM (GMT)
/Sounds good to me. Then maybe we can have one of the foals wonder who their father is and go off searching for him....good plot twist thing./