a wraith with an angel's body

A demon with a smile of gold

Children were not her thing. There was way too much work involved and almost no gain. Pregnancy was just agony, birthing was the most painful thing she has ever experienced, and the mating wasn't even that good either. The only reason she was pregnant now was because of Warsaw. He had forcefully made her mate with the Desert stallion in order to solidify their alliance together. Now she was stuck in a miserable body just ready for it all to be over.

The unborn child had moved less and less over the past few days, to her delight. She hated feeling movements in her barrel just as she hated a fresh pair of little eyes staring back at her. She felt judged. Maybe she could get rid of it like she had Quinn. Dump it on its sire and run! That would have beeb the plan if Rougaru was still around...

Maybe Warsaw would want it.

Pain shot through her body like a speeding bullet. She vaguely remembered the pain from birthing Quinn, but she recalled it terrible so she tried her best to get ready. She was uncaring of where she birthed, or even privacy, so she stayed there in the open space of the Inlet as the contractions grew. Hours passed before everything was over and a small figure lay on the cold ground. Celestria did eye the child as soon as it was born, just enough to see yhe two-toned foal was a girl, but she didn't bother cleaning her off.

A shout was made to her father as she stood stifly by the child. She did not look the filly's way or checked if she was even breathing. Her sire better hurry if he wanted his grandchild alive.