Boartusk Heights Sky on fire

She could not hear anything past the rush of blood in her ears as she felt the need to bear down, expelling not one, but two, sleeping babies. Conjoined twins, connected at the head, one eye shared by both faces. One look at them and she couldn’t help the guttural scream that echoed within the nest.

Whatever happened after, she would not remember, the trauma from giving birth to what she could only describe as spawns of hell burying everything deep into the farthest reaches of her mind. The shadow became a shell of her previous self, autopilot turning on to tend to her living children.

Fading here! Welcome to the world, Emilio and Diego, our beautiful boys! <3