My dear we're slow dancing in a burning room(Dreadstag/birth) Posted on September 9, 2023 at 02:14:00 PM by Acapella
Acapella could feel the intense contractions rippling through her rounded belly, causing her to perspire heavily. Her obsidian mane clung to her dampened coat, evidence of the arduous ordeal she was about to endure. Despite the pain that relentlessly surged through her body, she valiantly tried to maintain her composure. Finally succumbing to the agony, she lowered herself onto the cold, familiar ground, her breath creating puffs of steam in the chilly air.
Time seemed to stretch on indefinitely as Acapella bore the waves of pain, oblivious to her surroundings. She made no effort to search for the rugged Dreadstag. The intense pain demanded all of her attention, leaving no room for any other thought. Each moment felt like an eternity until, finally, she felt the relief of her foal slipping out into the world.
Taking a few precious moments to catch her breath, Acapella bravely fought against her aching body and trembling legs. With all her strength, she managed to stand on wobbly legs and turned her attention towards her newborn foal. The immediate bond filled her heart with love and warmth. Gently nudging the little one, she encouraged it to nurse, providing it with the nourishment it needed to begin its journey in this vast world.
As Acapella gazed down at her newborn with pure adoration, she softly whispered, "I suppose we shall wait and see what your father would like to name you, my little one." Her voice, filled with tenderness and affection, reflected the immense love she already held for her foal.
Acapella's breaths were shallow and rapid as she patiently waited for the arrival of Dreadstag. An overwhelming mixture of emotions filled her, ranging from anticipation to anxiety.
The minutes ticked by slowly, each one dragging along with a weight that only added to Acapella's anticipation. She yearned for the reassuring presence of Dreadstag at her side, to share in the joy. However, time seemed to disregard her desires.
But as Acapella stood there, watching over her precious foal, a sense of calm and peace enveloped her. She realized that the bond she shared with her newborn was enough at that moment—no external validation was necessary. The love she felt for her foal was unconditional, and it brought her solace, even in the absence of Dreadstag.
The wind whispered softly through the grass, as if carrying the ethereal voices of nature itself. The world seemed to pause in reverence. Acapella's heart fluttered with a mix of hope and uncertainty. She couldn't help but wonder what kind of father Dreadstag would be, and how their foal would inherit the traits and characteristics of the two of them.
And so, Acapella basked in the joy of motherhood, grateful for the precious gift bestowed upon her. She knew that their journey was just beginning. Replies: There have been no replies.