[ mhr gha SEER ah ]
Fell
▻ Sarama | Shvana | Mahākanha ◅
Since her conception, she had spent more time milling around the centralized location of the herd, having learned the harsh reality of living in Tinuvel at large without the protection of numbers. It had cost her a daughter, had brought enmity between her and her Husband, and she had carried her newest treasure with only amplified care to keeping herself safe. Herself and the little gem that grew till she was round enough to look comical.
She was sure that her presence had reassured Fell in a small way, but when the pains took hold - she did not feel the need to be out in the open amongst those who [while present] were not a part of her inner circle. So vulnerable, she chose a lonesome cove within the trees.
Her son, much like his siblings, was amazingly painted - her white on the canvas of Fell’s black. There was more haze than the others - but the intricacy was just as beautiful.
Her son. It was a moment of gasped awe - of success she had not realize she still clung to in the ways of her father’s people. A son to validate and venerate her to the place she had begun to adopt. Never sedate, only absent in her grief, the fire she had felt in her belly before conception had been growing steadily. A son. A son to give her the right to step forward, in the glow of Fell’s clear affection and her own triumph, as the Lady Fell could lay his relief on.
She knew there were larger, more intense mares amongst his wives - but none had stopped him from his wallowing, had stepped into the shoes left behind by the love who had left him for his past sins. Kohelet may have been right to leave, to spare herself the pain of seeing the darkness in her one-time mate, but Mṛgaśira saw only a place where she might exert her power as Woman against such behavior in the future. It was clear that in this world, even if not in the world of her heritage, it was for the First Wife to tame the aggressions of her Husband. Fell had never hidden his beast, although he had usually kept it well tethered for her safety. It was there and it was not entirely his fault that he did not perpetually bind it tight and tucked away.
No one could be on guard forever, to never rest and to still remain strong. What she decided this morning, coming into the bright morning sun of late spring, was that she would be the guardian of that beast beneath his skin - give him someone to trust in curbing it, demanding its obedience. He would not be alone in that war anymore if she had a single thing to say about it.
She spots her Husband from not afar off and calls to him, pulling him from the proximity of the others that scattered beneath his watch. "This is your son. Mahākanha." She says the name proudly, having named him for the great black hound that scared wrongdoers to righteousness. She was proud of it especially because the nickname was produceable by her Husband. "Maha has your eyes…" she says simply, affectionately turning to pluck the skeleton and mist marked boy forward with a bat of her muzzle.
OF THE TINUVEL BAY
▻ five years - arabian x kathiawari - maximum chestnut sabino - 14.2 hh ◅