The Lost Islands
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Your King
Asmodeus
Your Queen
Nyimara
The Second
None
The Herd
Name, Name, Name
The Sub-Herd
Name, Name, Name
Allies
Name (Land)
Enemies
Solomon (Cove)
The Rules
  • There will be no fraternizing with enemies. If you put yourself knowingly in danger, don't expect a rescue.
  • We are only as strong as our weakest link. See to it that you are getting stronger in some skill that is useful, whether it is battling, recruiting, charming, etc.
  • The King and Queen have final say in all matters.
bite me
Posted on January 14, 2020 at 03:13:25 AM by CAIN



He had felt Vihaan's uncertainty from the moment she told him about her own mother's near-death experience. She feared that bringing new life would take her own. Cain wouldn't allow that to happen and he wanted her to know that so as she stayed close to him, he did his best to comfort her and reassure her every step of the way. He knew deep inside Vihaan was more than capable of doing this but he needed her to know that. If she gave up before the foal was born, it might be too late and he couldn't afford that. He wouldn't lose the child or her because of her fear of the past. They were too important to him. As she drank from the oasis, he stuck closeby, watching over her as he promised her he would. His ears pricked as the mare spoke sweetly to the unborn foal in her womb and his lips tugged into a smile. He couldn't get enough of watching this, of seeing his herd and family grow. They were getting happier and he was happier along with it. It was a good feeling.

The mare started to walk and so Cain moved to follow and when her knees buckled, he snorted in instant dismay. It was nothing compared to the mare's own panic though as she screamed his name and collapsed to the sand. "I'm here, Vihaan, I'm here." The stallion cooed to her in a soothing voice as he raced over the sinking sands to reach her. He stood protectively over her, wishing he could do more as he lipped softly at her mane and nuzzled away the tears that trickled down her cheek. He shook his big head at her negative words. "You're wrong. You CAN do this, Vihaan. You can. You're strong and capable. You're going to have this child and live to see it grow and prosper." She went on, asking him to promise to look over the foal and he snorted again in disapproval, his brows furrowed as he studied her pretty face.

Finally, he sighed, knowing she wouldn't be content until he answered. "I promise to do everything for the foal and you, but you WILL pull through this. You're not going anywhere." He said the words with determination, his gaze set in stone. When the dunalino closed her eyes, he had a moment of panic, his whole body stiffening like a board and he stomped the sand beneath his hooves as his tail swished in agitation. "No, no, no. Vihaan....Vihaan, wake up." He reached out, his muzzle nudging softly against her cheek, her nose, blowing warm breath in her ear. She couldn't be gone. She couldn't. And just when he was about to go into a full blown panic attack, the mare started to move, her body responding instinctively to the urges going through her. "Come on, Vihaan, you can do it. You can do it." He continued to whisper encouragement to her as her body moved of its accord.

When the foal was safely on the sands of the Desert, he felt his chest swell with pride. He was about to move to do what he could for the child but Vihaan finally stirred and he felt his breath exhale in relief as she moved to clean the foal. "You did good." He murmured to her affectionately. He could see the tears in her eyes and he could only assume they were happy tears. She'd done it, just like he said she would. She was a mother now and he, a father once more. As the mare sobbed, Cain moved to comfort her, lowering his head to nuzzle at her neck as she cooed over the colt. He was a thing of beauty, Cain had to admit. Of course he thought all of his children were beautiful, but each beautiful in their own unique way. As Vihaan asked if he'd ever seen anything like it, he nodded and looked at her. "I have. Your strength leaves me breathless every time I get to see it in action." She admitted she was okay, which made the stallion feel a little better, though he knew she must be exhausted.

She said the colt was beautiful and Cain nodded once more in agreement. "He is. Have you thought of a name for him?" Cain had alwasy felt it should be the mother's choice, the name of her child, no matter his part in it. She was the one who brought him into this world. She should get to decide what he was called in it.

Cain_stallion_5yo_Gypsy Vanner Mutt_16.3hh_black and white tobiano coat_white mane & tail_dark brown eyes_bound to none_Salem Desert

Father to: Akello(xVihaan), Legolas(xGeneva), Paisley(xPrimrose)

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