To smite the Nightingale [Birth Thread]

Zafina · April 28, 2019, 03:28 PM

Imprisoned, banished, into a nexus of my own design...
Now Time mocks me, and my sentence is Gravity.

Oh Divines above, this was the worst. Whatever contractsions had seized the Witch before, these were paramount to that torment, tricefold. This being a body new to such ruinous havoc, Zafina was consumed. The express of whines scaled the walls of this makeshift cavern she and her escort @Eilonwy had scaled out along the hollow’s edge. She would do no disrespect to the other mortals who resided here with her agony, but even in her moment she felt as though @Damien and even @Nocturnal could hear her.

Some time had passed before she struggled out three living and breathing pups, one malformed ball being stuck in a wet puddle and unmoving. It was taken from her, and she held no value for the dead thing. Yet the first whom had come, a baby girl of dark hue as she and Marruz were, yet she could not see the markings in the midnight of the cave. The second was the stillborn, and the third was yet another girl. Should she not have been done? Was she not spared from this woe? No... it would have been too easy, even after all she had endured thus far. Tears streamed down her face as yet another contraction convulsed her abdomen, and with another squat and arc of her already strained back, another plopped quiet but wriggling in the base of the cold and solemn floor.

And it was then that the Celestial lost consciousness, toppling from the relief so immense that her ragged form fell atop the nearest little girl. All she could hear in the void was a fading whine which reminded her far too well of some humming hymn, and dastardly misery.

But every sky will build my throne.