You are my Sunshine. (birth)

[nala]

Motherhood is said to come naturally by some, others tell another story entirely. Nakita wasn't entirely sure what she felt anymore, as she licked the small shivering colt that was lying next to her. She did what she was supposed to, what nature told her to do, but the mothering feeling she had deep deep in her heart, felt warped in a way. It wasn't the mothering feeling Antonella so obviously felt. Victoria couldn't get over the overwhelming feeling that her child was going to be shaped, by Angelus just as much as by herself. The child was planned, not created. His purpose for life was a sort of deal between her and The Dark Lord. And yet Victoria's heart tugged in the complete opposite direction as the child became dry and beautiful in his own unique way.

Nakita stretched her front legs out, carefully so as not to hurt the colt she'd just birthed. She quickly rose, her tail swishing and her head beginning a full body shake. Her sudden explosion of movement sent the newborn into a fit of his own movement on the ground below her. He was frightened, and of his own mother. A very wise move for one so young, considering his mother's current confused mental state. She lowered her slightly darker muzzle to his forelock, mouthing it in as reassuring a gesture as she could muster without throwing her motherhood conflict into overdrive.

The colt continued its natural newborn-ness for lack of a better word, as Nakita stood silently over him, her thoughts in disarray. She wanted to be a good mother, she wanted to be better then she'd been to her daughters. Yet that all too familiar, wicked voice in the back of her head kept telling her about the plan. It whispered about Angelus, and their joint rule over the desert with the mare called Regina. She twitched at the unromantic thought that she'd once romanticized. It was as if the child was making her rethink her entire life, and everything it meant. Lowering her head once more, Nakita looked directly in the newborns eyes, breathing in his scent as he did the same. "We're going to be alright, child." She confirmed what she needed to confirm. A new sense of power in her voice. "You will be king, Marius, and everything will be alright."

The colt stared back at his mother, the bright fire of life burning deep inside of his pupils. When she mused his name, the colt reached out to nibble her nose as if he had some idea about his life to come, and the role his mother was going to play in it. She snorted in his face as his teeth brushed her flesh, but instead of scaring, as he had earlier, the baby rose to his feet and protested his mother's harsh reaction in his own unique way, denying her, and everyone, power over his soul once and for all.

ooc: YAY recycled posts. This is actually a form of Eli's birth thread, Nakita's second cousin. but hey. MARIUS LIVEEES. only replies from Silver although it doesn't really need one if you're busy.