Post by RiverRun on Dec 26, 2005 12:44:57 GMT -5
Growing
Growing
The time has come
Push
Push
They want out
Out
Out
Now!
Alabaster minx strode without a purpose into the birthing seclusions. Towers remain stitched tightly atop her poll. A thick lather began to form upon the wench. Effort put forth as her strides shortned, barrel swayed the ess off balance. Damn that fucking brute who planted me with double. Seductionaries rolled widly as she trampled a path through the wooded inlands. Foliage grasped and tared at her demonic beauty, crimson trickled deathly slow upon her form. The fucking games I play. Nasal passages flared, how they were a salmon hue, now a darkning rouge. Large intakes of oxygen filled the bruja's air tanks. Breathing quikned as her march continued on.
Daggers pounded a known trail to the femmes. Their secret path to seclusions. Serpentine whisked to and fro in anger. So much energy wasted on the young to be bore. And what did she get out of it? Maybe the priviledge to carry the royal young. Maybe. But otherwise, what exactly can be made of these two...things... Coarse hisses shot from her vocalizations. Cursing everthing. Everyone. Temper peeked to an ultimate high. Angered she was.
Kill em
Kill em
No
I cant
Why
Why
Exactly why not
For the sake
Of Kemor
The lives of these young
Depend on all of Lemorsea
Fine
Let it be then
A wicked shot of pain shot through the jezebell's form. Plumage rigidly held parallel to her hide. Apex swung, pearly barbs snapping harshly against her cage. Hide pinched within her crimson stained ivories, digging into her bodice to halt the horrible pain. Yet, a smirk grew upon her mug. Twas time.
Strides lengthened. Iridescent carcass pushed into a quick forward motion. Pistons churned rapidly, allowing her bodice to move forth with ease. An eerie tune alofted from her vocalizations afore another contraction errupted within the demoness. Hind appendage swung upwards, kicking her barrel inwards to halt the pain. Stop, stop. Lanterns drew to slits as the pain receeded once more. Must she go on like this?
Dont worry madame
We'll get you to the birthing area
Please do not push
You are not quite ready
Move along this way madame
Where we will take care of you
And the babes inside of you
Please come along
Appendai quivered. Weight pressed into her hocks, bounding the wench clumsily forth. Alas, the she devil erupted into a clearing. Boa swung to meet her cage. A firm shove met her side before plumeting to meet the earths outer layers. Cochlea swiveled atop her cranium. May nothing come to me as the young be born. Another contraction ripped through the ess. Seductionaries rolled widly, a sharp squeel erupted from the she. What a grotesque feeling. Her other births never had felt like this. What was so different?
Mucus leaked from the bruja. A push focused to alow the first babe to slip neatly from her inards. Plunking in a heap upon the loam. Curvature swung round to meet the little demonic form that had fallen from within her.
Petite dial thrashed wildly to rip through the pouch that engulfed her form. Oxyginators flared as the first intakes of air filled the tiny filla's air tanks. Sleek auburn cage heaved as she rid the putrid pouch from her fragile outline.
Pan raised, pools rolled wildly as another large cretaceous vixen came into view. Mug held agap, a short, fiery squeel erupted from the filla's vocalizations. A mere few minutes after the little angelic babe had been born, she knew she ruled. Tiny ivories snapped daintly towards the other form. Who is this?
Not bad
Not bad at all
All in all
She was great
Slight temper
Not bad
She rules
Oh she'll be a good ruler one day
Carcass shuffled with trouble towards the tiny form of the babe. Chasms viewed the petite form of the babe inquisitively. Probiscus pushed firmly into the fragile cage of the little one. The little one marked as a filla. A filly. Nasal passages intook large quantities of the scent the filla released. Mine. She's mine. Our's. Aaraya & Kemor.
Another pain errupted within the femme. That's right. Aaraya had been planted with double the work. Two of them. Attention taken away from her first newborn as the pain receeded. Contractions coming much quicker and closer together than that of the filla's. This one wanted out. Appendai began rigid, a firm push and nothing. As another contraction split the femme, another push, nothing. What was wrong? Occuli rolled loosely, whites showing in fear. A wicked grin split the facial features of the she in fear. What the fuck was wrong?
The large femora scrambled. Attempting to push the other babe out. Ivories clamped tightly. Focusing to get the stupid fucking devil out of her. As the contractions split through the femme, a lather cloaked the demoness heavily. Breathing became heavy. Serpentine wipped round to meet her barrel. Sharp nips clamped her side. Out. Out. Breath laboured. A great push given, as the second foal squirmed from it's dam. Heavy sigh escaped the she as her form relaxed. Boa fell to the topography for a moments rest to catch her breath.
Bod scarmbled widly atop the topography. Ripping through the pouch that engulfed his form. Mug pushed eagerly, breaking through the thick membrane that he was held in. Nostrils flared to a darkned rouge as his first intakes of oxygen filled his lungs. The tiny mascu scarmbled constantly. Dial turned to and fro. Occuli gleamed mischeviously as the other carcass's of the filla that lay aside him, and the larger dam that he had just moments before errupted from, were taken into view.
A short, tempered squeel trumpeted from his vocalizations. He was the boss. None of the less. Wanna test the fiery steed's will to rule? I wouldn't think it to be such a great idea.
Bodice quivered. Such effort put into the birth of the two rascals. But the time ticked off the clock. They should be heading back home. To Seole to them off to Kemor. He will be proud. The femme leaped upwards, staggering to balance after such an ordeal. Ivories snapped together, a coarse hiss spoken to the two that lay in a bundel atop the unworthy loam.
My babe's, I am your dam, Aaraya. All ruler of Lemorsea. There is much to learn. But for now, you must get your tiny hinds standing, and we will travel back to Seole as a ravishing trio. Understand? Now get your fucking asses up, there is no excuse. Up. Up.
The alabaster minx turned, and headed back to her homeland. Pools rolled loosely, to view the little scoundrels scampering after her. Such fun it would be taking care of the two babes. But she wouldnt do it alone. No way in hell. But all she needed to do, was get these little devilish beings back to safety, before anyone could attempt to steal them from a greater femme as her. Aaraya.
[ooc: Color scheme: Maroon-Aaraya, Purple-Filla, Navy-Colt]
Growing
The time has come
Push
Push
They want out
Out
Out
Now!
Alabaster minx strode without a purpose into the birthing seclusions. Towers remain stitched tightly atop her poll. A thick lather began to form upon the wench. Effort put forth as her strides shortned, barrel swayed the ess off balance. Damn that fucking brute who planted me with double. Seductionaries rolled widly as she trampled a path through the wooded inlands. Foliage grasped and tared at her demonic beauty, crimson trickled deathly slow upon her form. The fucking games I play. Nasal passages flared, how they were a salmon hue, now a darkning rouge. Large intakes of oxygen filled the bruja's air tanks. Breathing quikned as her march continued on.
Daggers pounded a known trail to the femmes. Their secret path to seclusions. Serpentine whisked to and fro in anger. So much energy wasted on the young to be bore. And what did she get out of it? Maybe the priviledge to carry the royal young. Maybe. But otherwise, what exactly can be made of these two...things... Coarse hisses shot from her vocalizations. Cursing everthing. Everyone. Temper peeked to an ultimate high. Angered she was.
Kill em
Kill em
No
I cant
Why
Why
Exactly why not
For the sake
Of Kemor
The lives of these young
Depend on all of Lemorsea
Fine
Let it be then
A wicked shot of pain shot through the jezebell's form. Plumage rigidly held parallel to her hide. Apex swung, pearly barbs snapping harshly against her cage. Hide pinched within her crimson stained ivories, digging into her bodice to halt the horrible pain. Yet, a smirk grew upon her mug. Twas time.
Strides lengthened. Iridescent carcass pushed into a quick forward motion. Pistons churned rapidly, allowing her bodice to move forth with ease. An eerie tune alofted from her vocalizations afore another contraction errupted within the demoness. Hind appendage swung upwards, kicking her barrel inwards to halt the pain. Stop, stop. Lanterns drew to slits as the pain receeded once more. Must she go on like this?
Dont worry madame
We'll get you to the birthing area
Please do not push
You are not quite ready
Move along this way madame
Where we will take care of you
And the babes inside of you
Please come along
Appendai quivered. Weight pressed into her hocks, bounding the wench clumsily forth. Alas, the she devil erupted into a clearing. Boa swung to meet her cage. A firm shove met her side before plumeting to meet the earths outer layers. Cochlea swiveled atop her cranium. May nothing come to me as the young be born. Another contraction ripped through the ess. Seductionaries rolled widly, a sharp squeel erupted from the she. What a grotesque feeling. Her other births never had felt like this. What was so different?
Mucus leaked from the bruja. A push focused to alow the first babe to slip neatly from her inards. Plunking in a heap upon the loam. Curvature swung round to meet the little demonic form that had fallen from within her.
Petite dial thrashed wildly to rip through the pouch that engulfed her form. Oxyginators flared as the first intakes of air filled the tiny filla's air tanks. Sleek auburn cage heaved as she rid the putrid pouch from her fragile outline.
Pan raised, pools rolled wildly as another large cretaceous vixen came into view. Mug held agap, a short, fiery squeel erupted from the filla's vocalizations. A mere few minutes after the little angelic babe had been born, she knew she ruled. Tiny ivories snapped daintly towards the other form. Who is this?
Not bad
Not bad at all
All in all
She was great
Slight temper
Not bad
She rules
Oh she'll be a good ruler one day
Carcass shuffled with trouble towards the tiny form of the babe. Chasms viewed the petite form of the babe inquisitively. Probiscus pushed firmly into the fragile cage of the little one. The little one marked as a filla. A filly. Nasal passages intook large quantities of the scent the filla released. Mine. She's mine. Our's. Aaraya & Kemor.
Another pain errupted within the femme. That's right. Aaraya had been planted with double the work. Two of them. Attention taken away from her first newborn as the pain receeded. Contractions coming much quicker and closer together than that of the filla's. This one wanted out. Appendai began rigid, a firm push and nothing. As another contraction split the femme, another push, nothing. What was wrong? Occuli rolled loosely, whites showing in fear. A wicked grin split the facial features of the she in fear. What the fuck was wrong?
The large femora scrambled. Attempting to push the other babe out. Ivories clamped tightly. Focusing to get the stupid fucking devil out of her. As the contractions split through the femme, a lather cloaked the demoness heavily. Breathing became heavy. Serpentine wipped round to meet her barrel. Sharp nips clamped her side. Out. Out. Breath laboured. A great push given, as the second foal squirmed from it's dam. Heavy sigh escaped the she as her form relaxed. Boa fell to the topography for a moments rest to catch her breath.
Bod scarmbled widly atop the topography. Ripping through the pouch that engulfed his form. Mug pushed eagerly, breaking through the thick membrane that he was held in. Nostrils flared to a darkned rouge as his first intakes of oxygen filled his lungs. The tiny mascu scarmbled constantly. Dial turned to and fro. Occuli gleamed mischeviously as the other carcass's of the filla that lay aside him, and the larger dam that he had just moments before errupted from, were taken into view.
A short, tempered squeel trumpeted from his vocalizations. He was the boss. None of the less. Wanna test the fiery steed's will to rule? I wouldn't think it to be such a great idea.
Bodice quivered. Such effort put into the birth of the two rascals. But the time ticked off the clock. They should be heading back home. To Seole to them off to Kemor. He will be proud. The femme leaped upwards, staggering to balance after such an ordeal. Ivories snapped together, a coarse hiss spoken to the two that lay in a bundel atop the unworthy loam.
My babe's, I am your dam, Aaraya. All ruler of Lemorsea. There is much to learn. But for now, you must get your tiny hinds standing, and we will travel back to Seole as a ravishing trio. Understand? Now get your fucking asses up, there is no excuse. Up. Up.
The alabaster minx turned, and headed back to her homeland. Pools rolled loosely, to view the little scoundrels scampering after her. Such fun it would be taking care of the two babes. But she wouldnt do it alone. No way in hell. But all she needed to do, was get these little devilish beings back to safety, before anyone could attempt to steal them from a greater femme as her. Aaraya.
[ooc: Color scheme: Maroon-Aaraya, Purple-Filla, Navy-Colt]