Dragoncrest Cliffs lanmou lajounen

no posting order! <3

the night before, erzulie had been seized by a sense of finality.
she was woken long before dawn by the first pains, jaw tensing as she counted the minutes between. they stretched, interminable — and she groaned against @Rosalyn's shoulder. 
she emerged from the den to pace and to walk, to move with the scent of the sea and the air licking across her flanks, her withers. she beheld the ocean — an inhale, another tightening,
when the sun began to cast a path of gold shimmering across the face of the ocean, dawnlight limning her rounded sides and face haunted by mother-pain, she returned to their shelter and thought of nothing else.
through the morning, sapphique was punctuated by the cries and guttural moans of the obsidian, who did not move to veil herself. she churned inside the den; she sweated; she begged for the loa to attend her.
this birth, harder than the ones that had come before.
between her thighs, a child, a round darksilver boy who erzulie licked clean, panting. beautiful. healthy. "@Sobo," she sighed aloud to her wife, nudging him to her bosom as she had done many times before.
the pains, returning as the skies overhead greyed with the threat of rain.
another boy; she lapped the membranes from his mouth and eyes, marvelling. "@Loko." 
erzulie would have been content then, but her body thrummed with unrepentance, and she cried out again, toiling, toiling, until blood flickered into her mouth from a bitten jawline. this child, a girl, a daughter for sapphique, and despite her sodden brow and weakened voice, the harlot whispered, "@Coraline." nuzzling her closer, pulling birth from the fur that would soon be downy. a sister for those who had come before.
seababes, sea-children.
but she was not finished.
in shock, she felt her figure clench again; this time blood, and she lay spent, unable to fight the spindling of time nor the anguish that blacked her vision for a moment.
a fourth;
"@Mireille." the last of sapphique's new ones this year, a child who resembled the others with reddish hue.
erzulie gathered her close, this second daughter, and aligned her with the first three, unable to hold her head up for long as she lay back and became insensate, body willing her into an exhausted slumber that kept ears twitching at every sound made by her children.
the coastland, complete.
waves swung themselves loudly against the stone cliffs, and erzulie slept.