Motherhood [Evil Kaoori Challange]

Warning: This is very cold, neglectful, and evil. You have been warned.

Kaoori laid on her side in the grove and watched her new child taking it's first steps. It was funny, five months ago she looked forward to this moment with hope and desire. The moment she would finally become a mother and bring life into the world.

And yet, as she looked upon the clumsy disproportionate creature before her wobbling to stand and falling repeatedly she could only feel shame. She had known Wesker had his bad hair days also, but she had been hopeful that his least desirable physical traits would spare her future child. The tiny fawn turned it's head to face it's mother with adoration and let out a muffled "mrrrrrrr". Not an adorable moo. Not a cute maww. a Mrr. She felt disgusted and looked away.

Wesker had left to find food for his new family and she was left alone to babysit that..thing. She had never thought herself shallow, but as the crippled child took it's first tentative steps towards her she could not have moved faster to recoil from it's presence.

"Mrrrr?" It stared at her with those large firey eyes and opened it's gaping jaw questioningly. "Mrrrmrrr?"

Kaoori reared violently and screamed in protest. "Get away! Get away you s-sick..you Get!" Shame. Fear. Desperation.

Another clumsy step and pleading call. "Mrrrr...?"

Wesker would return soon. He would make it better. He would take this..their son away and she could have time alone. She froze as she felt a wetness slide across her forleg and stared down at the protruding tongue of her godsforsaken child.

It was an impulse.
She couldn't explain it to Wesker when he returned.
She said it was an accident.
....
She said that she did not see their child.
That she had thought he were a snake in her confusion.
...
And yet she knew better. She had looked into those strange misshapen firey eyes and focused on that gaping horrible mouth, those stumpy legs, that murky pelt. She looked for her child, and only saw disappointment.
She raised up her hoof and brought it down with a definite end.

Time passed. She faked hysterics and mourned for months following. She sought comfort from the others of the forest and babysat their wonderful perfect little children for them.

she could barely hide her excitement when Wesker asked her if she were ready to try again for another one. This one would be better. If not...well...

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First impulse idea. A very raw believable 'evil' act.
I challenged myself to write it in under 20 minutes and succeeded.