Millarisan trotted in, 'er cran raised proudly, 'er flank swollen. She would wait here until the fast approching time came, where there was less danger for 'er and the brat. She looked around, wondering if Wrath would come now or later, maybe even at all. She laided down carefully.

((Who's playing it? I don't mind unless you want to.))

The damned hessian walks in sedately, 'is nares following the scent of 'is mare. 'E had the virue and the understanding to accompany 'er to give birth. The bantle was, after all, of 'is blood too. 'E treads o'er to 'er and lowers 'is cran to 'er level, nudging 'er 'pon 'er cheek with 'is mug. 'E snuffs gently at 'er flowing forelock, and 'is orbs flick o'er 'er familiar visage, and 'e allows half a smile to flicker 'cross 'is cursers as 'e awaits what 'is to come with hidden anticipation.

'he nickers a greetin' and snuffs 'im, whincin' as contraction racked 'er bodice. Another and another. 'he laid 'er dial down, prayin' for an easy birthin'. 'he waited for another contraction and pulled hard when it came, feelin' the babe's muzzle slide out. 'he pushed again breathin' heavily, orbs glazed, pushin' till the dial came lose. As 'he continued pushin' 'he realise this would be a dificult birth and pushed with sudden strength to assure the bantle came. The neck and shoulders lay on the grass as the sack broke and Millarisan felt with releif as the babe started to fill it's lungs with pure fresh air. The barrel escaped and finally the bantle's backpillars separated from it's dam. Milla sighed happily and moved around stiffly to lick 'er newborn clean contentedly, 'er own coat wet with sweat. 'he inspected the child carefully before turnin' to Wrath with a sly smirk on 'er soft maw.
Tis a flicka Wrath
'he shifted aside for 'im to come and see 'is newborn daughter, seemingly delicate on 'er bed of emerald blades.

(u are remember)

((Her name was Delaney yeah?))

Wrath nudges Milla gently every so often, encouraging 'er as 'he pushes the brat from inside of 'er out into the world. As it slides out onto the grassy geo 'e snorts nervously and takes a few paces backwards, giving the mother and bantle some room to breathe. 'E watches tensely as Milla licks the leggy creature clean, hoping that it is healthy and strong after a difficult birth. As Millarisan moves and reveals the babes gender to 'im, 'e nods to 'er in acknowledgment, then smirks as 'e gets the chance to take a closer look at 'is new daughter. Tentatively 'e steps forward and dips is muzzle close to 'er, snuffing all over 'er damp little body, making sure 'he was okay. 'E licks the filly's slim nape then turns 'is gaze onto Milla's visage,

'He is beautiful, and strong, like 'er mother and 'er sister. 'E says, 'is voice cool, harsh and void of emotion as usual, but a slight glint in 'is stormy pools revealed 'is true happiness and approval. 'E touches Milla's mug with 'is own, then continues,

'He needs a name. One to match 'er beauty and 'er strength... 'E growls, then pauses a moment to think, watching 'is curseless daughter as 'e does, meeting 'er gaze and grinning when 'e sees them filled with the lights of intelligence. After a short while, a name comes to 'im,

What do ye think of Delaney? 'He suggests, watching Milla's expression for any sort of reaction.

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The light dappled babe shivers slightly as the cool ait bite as 'er damp canvas, and 'he shifts 'erself to snuggle tiredly into 'er dams side. 'He looks up with wide, curious almond pools as another larger creature with a waxen pelt begins to sniff 'er all over.

'E must be my father... 'He thinks instantly, having being blessed with an extreamly sharp mind at birth. As 'er parents exchange words, 'he slips into day dreams, also carefully listening to the counds they were making so that 'he could later make them too.

'he nuzzled the flicka and nodded at Wrath's lyrics.
Delaney...
'he nickered softly, watching 'er daughter and then looking back up at Warth, pleasure in 'er orbs. 'he stood up, encouragin Delaney to stand with nickers so the little bantle could drink.