Use caution when the Wolf comes aknockin; Posted on May 7, 2020 at 10:01:20 AM by Rougaru
Monster’s sudden disappearance from the scene of Zjeena’s birth had apparently not just concerned himself, but the pale queen herself. A single ear twitches as the silver bay stallion lifts his head in confusion. Much as the painted viper’s own exit, Zjeena barely offers him a backward glance before she too is ushering her newborn sons through the thick jungle at a quick pace. Rougaru is left with a confused gleam in his eyes as he too follows at a slower and unsure pace. Always the chocolate stallion was sure of himself, that is, until it came time for his mares to birth their foals. Having spent most of his life close at his father’s side, he never witnessed the intensities of labor of baring children. From watching his own mares over the years, he was growing more familiar with the process but that did nothing to negate the awkwardness that seemed to hang heavily over his own head. Perhaps if he had spent time in the company of his own mother more, the sights and smells of birthing would not affect him so, yet still he did not take away from it what it was... a battle well won.
The metallic tang of blood salts the air around him, growing stronger and thicker the further he stepped into the deep jungle. Ears pin backwards in distress as the sounds of his fierce queen’s voice soars above the near constant chatter of parrots and squawking birds of the jungle. Monster one of the most vocal beings he had ever met. Her screams of fury and playful banter was one of the many characteristics that drew him and the wolf with slavering jaws to her side. However the usual venom in her tones were replaced with painful groans that wretched his heart to hear. Depthless multifaceted eyes of emerald green deepen with worry as he moves with a quickened step to his gait. Vaguely he glimpses Zjeena’s tawny form ahead of him and the small wobbling forms of her shaking colts. Grier is before him now, standing swollen heavy with child herself. Ears fall backwards in apprehension at the aggressive behavior Zjeena displays. He knows Zjeena would never be hard towards another, but there is a different type of relationship that has closely bonded the two queens, one that he wondered if not even he would ever be able to render apart; not that he ever would try.
Nonetheless, her warning to Grier brings even him up short. Tentatively he extends his whiskered muzzle towards the mare of red and white in attempt to comfort any feelings of ill-will Zjeena might have drawn up. He had no doubt that in another time and place, the tawny queen of ice would find herself apologizing for her abrupt behavior, and he was sure it would come, but for now, the intensity of the situation and the weakened state that her own birth had left her in was enough to keep her on edge. ”It’s ok Grier…” he murmurs, his thick tones soft spoken as he blinks silently at Zjeena before his gaze travels to Monster.
For the first time his eyes fall upon the damp bundle of legs that thrashed at her rump. A warm smile played upon his lips as the small colt righted himself and shook the damp membrane from his shoulders. His small nostrils quivered as he inhaled his first breathes of the rich humid jungle air and blinked rapidly up at Monster, clearing the film from his eyes. By instinct he knew her voice, heard it time and again muffled by the small dark confines of his prison. She was his caregiver, his savior... His mother. Jaws work rapidly over his gums as noisily he blasts, struggling against the shredded membrane that still tangled around his small hooves. Frustration mounts as once, twice, three times he finds himself tumbling forward onto his knees in the matted grass. With a snort he manages to stand, his wobbling legs spread beneath him. His gaze never leaves her. She is his. Mother.
Not wanting to lose his balance and once more find himself tumbling onto the spongy earth, he stretches his small dark muzzle towards her, bumping her sweat dampened flank inquisitively. Hunger roared to life within him, reminding him that even in this strange new world he still had need of nourishment. Ears flop back and forth atop his skull as he lets forth a plaintiff squeal, licking his lips meaningfully. It was time to eat and he did not intend for even a crowd to interrupt him.
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Pride surges through the silver bay stallion as he watches silently alongside Grier. Although Medusa had been her firstborn, it is with this new colt that she finds herself zapped of energy and even he felt a growing sense of concern at the amount of blood that darkened the grassy floor. Gaze travels from the small colt to his painted viper as cautiously he takes a step forward now, thick muscular neck dropping to allow nostrils to wuff soft breathes against her dampened skin. "Monster...." he breathes, a playful smile upon his lips as affectionately he meets her gaze. "He has not left you on your death bed has he?" he teases moving closer still. Replies: