Post by lifey on Dec 7, 2005 14:14:56 GMT -4
The femm meandered in slowly, her strides short because of the extra weight she had to bare. Why was she here, you might ask? Her past had defined what was to happen. But none knew her past, for none had cared to know. She had met know one except for him that had done the deed. It was no wonder that no one wanted her.
'Cause I'm broken when I'm open
And I don't feel like I am strong enough
'Cause I'm broken when I'm lonesome
And I don't feel right when you're gone away
Lobes began to twirl atop her dome, listening for any whom might be present. None...good. Now the perfect spot for the wench to be born. Gaze found an area that seemed safe enough. She wandered towards it slowly, velveteen lowered to the ground, nares flared to take in the scents of others that had been here. Braces unlocked, enlarged mass lowering to the topography. Could she take it? Could she take the loneliness that had so overwhelmed her life? Could she take raising the babe alone? Thoughts were disrupted by a sharp pang in her cage.
blah blah blah...no details
Mug gently prodded at the delicate form on the ground, encouraging standing. The babe had a blank expression as she looked at her dam, small maw reaching towards her. Her velvteen was met with her dam's, gently nudging her again. You shall be Lone Dreamer, little one. Your name explains the way I was, alone, for a time until you came. Dreamer shall be our dream together of finding a herd, for none seem to want you nor I. She cooed softly, again nudging her. The wee form's leg outstretched before her, slowly pushing her up to a standing position. Pillars wabbled as she stood, attempting to find balance on the uneven surfaces. A meak cry echoed through the silence that had surrounded the two. Just them two, alone, no others. This was not unusual for the dam, for she had always been alone it seemed. Brozos gently reached towards the babe, giving her an encouraging nudged on the fillia's shoulder again, longing for her to nurse from herself. My dear, welcome to the world of hatrid, loneliness, and danger. Gaze unwavered from the wet form, watching her actions intently.
ooc: no muse sorry
'Cause I'm broken when I'm open
And I don't feel like I am strong enough
'Cause I'm broken when I'm lonesome
And I don't feel right when you're gone away
Lobes began to twirl atop her dome, listening for any whom might be present. None...good. Now the perfect spot for the wench to be born. Gaze found an area that seemed safe enough. She wandered towards it slowly, velveteen lowered to the ground, nares flared to take in the scents of others that had been here. Braces unlocked, enlarged mass lowering to the topography. Could she take it? Could she take the loneliness that had so overwhelmed her life? Could she take raising the babe alone? Thoughts were disrupted by a sharp pang in her cage.
blah blah blah...no details
Mug gently prodded at the delicate form on the ground, encouraging standing. The babe had a blank expression as she looked at her dam, small maw reaching towards her. Her velvteen was met with her dam's, gently nudging her again. You shall be Lone Dreamer, little one. Your name explains the way I was, alone, for a time until you came. Dreamer shall be our dream together of finding a herd, for none seem to want you nor I. She cooed softly, again nudging her. The wee form's leg outstretched before her, slowly pushing her up to a standing position. Pillars wabbled as she stood, attempting to find balance on the uneven surfaces. A meak cry echoed through the silence that had surrounded the two. Just them two, alone, no others. This was not unusual for the dam, for she had always been alone it seemed. Brozos gently reached towards the babe, giving her an encouraging nudged on the fillia's shoulder again, longing for her to nurse from herself. My dear, welcome to the world of hatrid, loneliness, and danger. Gaze unwavered from the wet form, watching her actions intently.
ooc: no muse sorry