Dance for Us. (Angelus)

[nala]

Nakita

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Nakita's head was low and her breathing slightly labored. The black mass of meat and coat laying in the sand before her had placed her in a spot of conflicted turmoil. She watched as the bundle moved and squirmed in her absence. Being that it was her first child, and being that she was so young, there wasn't much to expect from her as a mother. She was clueless. Instinct had kicked in with the pain, and now that the pain was gone she found herself suppressing the instinct that ran through her veins. It had been five, no six minutes since the child had hit the ground, and still Nakita stood at a distance, watching, waiting.

It was a girl. Nakita knew that this could easily become a problem. Her instinct overpowered her ability to suppress everything causing her to take a step forward. Her head still hung low as she approached the female bundle that struggled in the sand. Stillness fell over the pair as Nakita's nose touched her daughters skin for the first time. Quickly she broke the silence, flinching back and sending her daughter into a fit of fear. Instinct again took over as she touched the baby once more.

The inner war within Nakita was physically visible as she forced herself to begin the task of cleaning the coal black filly. "Shhh." She managed to mumble out, her voice warm but firm as the task continued. "You must look beautiful. You have a lot to live up to." She said in a tired voice as she finished. An autumn chill began to set in as the night cloaked them in darkness. It wouldn't be long now, Nakita thought, lowering herself to the sand beside her soft, sleeping daughter.

"A lot to live up to." She ran her lips over the baby's ears, forcing herself to stay awake, waiting for Angelus.


ooc: Yuck. I cannot believe how hard that was. It'll get better.

from these violent delights,
come violent ends.

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[Silver]

Angelus

The smell of blood and sweat tainted the place where she lay. The dark wraiths chanted slowly, droning on and on, muttering words that he was sure would never make sense to his mortal mind. Their eyes burned, brighter as the trial endured, and they watched Nakita like judges and guardians. He watched her as a protector and a lover. He watched her with a passion that he could only feel towards her. The night seemed to wear on as he stood there, breathing in the heat of the battle that raged between the mare and the offspring that would soon arrive. The air swirled with magic and scents that made no sense to his mortal mind, but the wraiths breathed it all in and their chanting became stronger. It was as if the Black God was waiting for this, a tribute - his firstborn. This was as he imagined it, a black figure heaving with the strain of birth, ready to welcome the tiny shadow into the world. When the foal did drop, he had to strain his eyes to see it. The scent of a female wafted into his nose, a newborn filly, black as he, as her mother, and as the night in which she was born. The wraiths hummed in satisfaction - apparently gender was of no consequence to the Black God.

The filly blinked, confused as to the situation. Her mother was not being helpful in the least for the first few moments. There were so many new scents, new sensations to absorb, and she panicked when she was left alone with them. Her father looked on, almost stepping in, but wise enough to let the mother bond with the baby. He’d never attended a birth, but he was hesitant to do anything to ruin what was obviously an important time.

Eventually, the pair softened and settled in for the night. As the father, he was filled with the need to approach them, and protect them as the dark settled. Even though this was his element, dangers still lurked everywhere and he was prepared to defend his newfound family to the last moment. “Nakita,” he called softly, so as to not surprise her. The baby slept at her mother’s side, and didn’t stir. “You have done well, my darling. The Black God has blessed us.” He moved quietly to her side, letting his nose drop to caress her neck and mane. “You look beautiful as a mother,” he confessed in a whisper. And she did. Her coat shone, and even in her exhaustion, he could not help but feel pride near to bursting. “She looks beautiful. After her own mother.”

ooc: I POSTED I AM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO STUPIDLY LONG. :C Life has been stressful. -sigh-
word count: 451
tag: nakita, juno

[nala]

Nakita

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Nakita stayed still, feeling Angelus' breath as he caressed her neck. She was warm after her efforts, yet still a chill clung to her spine as he approached. She wanted him closer, always closer, but she didn't dare move as her child slept peacefully against her. "You flatter me." She breathed, acknowledging his comment and smiling to herself, her heart filling with a flood of unknown feelings. "She has your eyes." The mother commented, her voice strong and proud as she recalled the glazed eyes her daughter held shut.

It was fire that resided there, just as Angelus spoke of his haunting friend's fiery eyes. It was power that resided there. Nakita looked up to her mate, sleep clinging to her own eyes, as she tried to glimpse his fire. "Come here to me." She whispered bravely, returning her gaze to the child. "What shall her name be?"

This moment of closeness they all shared seemed to fragile to Nakita. She didn't want any of it to end, yet an ominous feeling clung to her heart whispering doubts into her mind. She knew all things came to an end, even this night would soon dawn and another day would take its place. She would forever crave the closeness of this moment.

ooc: mer. RUST -wipes off-

from these violent delights,
come violent ends.

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[Silver]

Angelus

Here with her was peaceful. Here with her was warmth, and calm, and all of those feelings that as a follower - no, a messenger - of the Black God he was unable to accept as regular parts of life. His life would be much more than a simple one; there was too much to accomplish and too much depending on this accomplishment. Yet standing here, his breath misting with that of his lover and their daughter, well he could almost imagine a quiet life with nothing but affectionate touches and his daughter’s childish antics. But there was too much to do...

His mind almost broke away from the situation to go over the apparent list of items that had to be accomplished. A soft breeze wafted over his coat then, and brought him back to the present. He registered Nakita’s comment and actually looked at his daughter just then. She was a small thing, but no doubt she would grow with time. Her coat was pitch black, fuzzy and still drying in places from her arrival into the world. Her mane was a tiny strip of a mohawk, sticking up in spikes and laying flat, giving her tiny cowlicks up and down her neck. Her tail was also a small, fuzzy miniature of her parents’, but it would grow to be glossy and sleek with age. The baby snuffled in her sleep, her nostrils shivering lightly, her mouth twitching. He looked at her face, and wondered if her eyes were really just like his. He could sense the power that she held in her tiny, unknowing frame. It was an unbridled passion that he knew would be hers alone.

His ears turned towards Nakita when she requested his presence. Torn between protecting and embracing, he nuzzled her ears. Lifting his head, the black demon looked around, listening for any sign of an animal or predator. Nothing presented itself to him, and he finally snorted with satisfaction and lowered himself to his knees, sharing his warmth with the exhausted mare.

“Her name?” He hadn’t actually thought of a name. To him, the filly simply represented fire, and power, and passion. She was who she was to him. But of course, other horses would wonder at the fact that the filly did not have a name, and so he took a few moments to think about a suiting name. Finally it drifted onto his tongue, and he smiled. “Juno.” It was a strong name, a princess’ name. “Her name is Juno.” The baby shifted in her sleep and sneezed, and he took that for a show of acceptance. Angelus chuckled softly, then pressed his muzzle against Nakita’s cheek. Juno’s ears twitched, and the filly yawned as she opened her eyes, blinking slowly. She squeaked in her tiny baby voice, and wriggled onto her spindly legs. Slowly, unsteadily, the filly wobbled over to her mother’s belly and nuzzled, looking for milk. With a squeak of triumph, she latched on and warm milk covered her mouth and her tongue. Her small tail nearly wagged with pleasure. Angelus chuckled once more, still keeping watch over his small family.

ooc: May is so kicking my ass. I think once May is over and things have calmed down I'll be able to commit more.
word count: 528
tag: nakita, juno