The birth of Wafiya's son
October 12, 2010 - 12:32am — Torakk
A cold, relentless rain beat down on the weary back of a black-colored hind. Hair of a striking snow white hung by her face in long, drenched cords. Body trembling from the bite of the autumn cold, Wafiya stumbled to the resting place she had chosen, in secret, to give birth.
She had told everyone that she had had a miscarriage. Indeed, she had believed it herself that Walter's child had died. But over the course of the weeks, her belly had expanded and the sharp pains she experienced revealed the truth: the fawn was alive. How it had survived, she could not begin to understand. But there was life in her womb. And the father of that life would never know. Walter would never know the child survived. For the child's safety, its birth and existence would be kept a secret.
As the storm continued, the doe knew the time was drawing near. The pain was unbearable. Her cries as she stumbled through the sheet of rain were lost in the wind, carried to a place unknown. Finally, she came to her resting place: the log hidden in a bed of ferns, just beyond the Old Oak. Collapsing by the drenched wood, Wafiya stretched herself along the ferns, body aching. Now, she would wait. The deer that passed her by paid little attention to her; secretly she longed for support, for some comfort to distract her from the pain. But, she was certain, none would come.
So she would wait.
The son of Wafiya was about to be born.
. . .
A sharp breath. The doe's stomach contracted painfully as she gulped the air like she were drowning. It was happening. Her hooves sliced open the soggy earth, ripping up the ferns around her as she struggled against the pain. The forest held its breath. Wafiya screamed. And then.. a feeble bleating. A coal black lump slipped out from between her legs, falling into the bed of ferns. Its tiny head lifted a few centimeters from the ground, the small nubs that were its ears flattened by the heavy raindrops. After a pause, the fawn's eyes slid open - revealing the blood-red pupils of his demon father.
"Welcome to the world," Wafiya said quietly, her voice still pained, "my little Torakk."
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Torakk!
Welcome, little guy.
awww ♥ wish I had seen
wish I had seen this sooner