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She came like all the rest: wet and mucusy, her limbs flailing about while she was being cleaned. She grunts and squeaks until she is rested warm at her brother's side. Then, to her other side later, twins. By the time they are born, Shadess is fast asleep. 

Bundles of reds, snuggled against one another and their red mother. It mattered not which man sired who, for all would see without exception from who which they had come. Hail Obsidian! Hail Sapphique!