The Family Heritage
(Change things! Not the South but the broken bay - east from Cervi area!)
The Mother
LaVonne once of the Brightstar tribe stumbled back into her family's grotto. Her belly was swelled with a coming life. She frantically looked for someone, anyone who would help. She knew as an outcast, hope was little, but the pregnant Cervitaur was injured and didn't want her baby to die. Tails were flicked at her, each showing their scorn of the female. "No, please. My baby!" she cried out, having fallen to the ground. The herd fled the area, not wanting to see the pitiful outcast. One, who had not left looked down at LaVonne, "You, it is known that your stains will not taint this baby. But I can not help you, for if I do you will surely stain my soul and that is a risk I shall not take. I can give you advice, find a human. A kind soul who knows you not and who would not care about your past actions." With that the wizened male turned tail and trotted away.
LaVonne made herself get up. There was no chance, no glimmer of hope for herself. But if she could find a human to take the unborn, there would be a chance for it. Once she got herself out of the grotto she headed south. Often times if there were ships coming to the isle they would be coming from the south. LaVonne hoped that there would be someone willing to help.
The Father
The large black and white painted centaur tossed his head in frustration. He could not find his mate. His lovely tawny colored cervitaur was hurt and now missing. Dash it, why did I have to leave her? Why did I go foraging for those fruits? She must have been planning this. I knew she wanted to go back to her family and she knew after what she did it wouldn't be possible. He stomped the ground with his front hooves. He would find her, he must.
He raced out of the tree grove, upsetting other centaurs who were gazing. As he ran through a small meadow he noticed a small gathering of cervitaur. "Hey! Have any of you seen a tawny female who looks very pregnant?" he asked as soon as he got into hearing range. "She has been in exile for years now, but would you know her? LaVonne Aitken?" He ignored the glaring looks of disgust. "I know you care about the baby she is to have, have you seen her?" He demanded again. The oldest of the herd, a great dark tan cervitaur came up to Jamis, "Yes, we have seen her. We left her. We did not want to become stained from her sins. I told her to leave. I told her to find a human to take the baby. You and your tribe can not show her the rites, our ways. A human would care for the baby and bring it to us to train. It has been done before." Jamis snorted his dislike, how dare this old deer think that his tribe could not handle a baby. "Your way of life is no life! You talk of honor and pride but you shun a child of your family. I will talk LaVonne out of this. Damn you!" the centaur took off once more and went south, knowing as LaVonne did that sometimes ships took dock there.
The Guardian
Amiliane, tired of seeing the same people and faces, set off for a walk along the cost. She was stationed at the north most village. In truth it wasn't from boredom she set off, it was in hope she would see more of the taurs Maia had spoke about. Maia was amazing. She had the upper body of a human with vivid green hair the body of a bay or chestnut horse. She even had bands around her legs and one around her tail! I would love to take care of a little one. Ami sighed to herself. though as she sighed she noticed that the female was limping and with an even closer look, she saw blood dripping down from a back leg.
The young half-elven lady ran run to the cervitaur looking very worried, "My, are you... What can I do?" The cervitaur glared at the half-elf and replied, "Are you honorable?" The lady looked confused and then figured out the taur was in great pain and was dying. "Yes, I am a countess from a different land. I have never done a shameful thing that has gotten my family to go against me." Was her answer. "Good, I will need you to help birth and take my baby. I will die after it has left my body. You will become her guardian. You will train and tell her my family secrets and you will give the baby my surname. You will find my once herd. You..." She couldn't finish her demands as her body gave another long and harsh contraction.
Amiliane helped birth the baby, an amazingly beautiful foal - her hide colored like a black paint. I had found out sometime between the exchanges that the little one's father was a centaur. In that exchange she found out a lot from the dying mother. Ami promised that she would tell the baby of her mother's last wishes.
She was cleaning up the baby and speaking to her softly as a gorgeous black and white centaur galloped up. He saw and checked the lifeless body of the cervitaur and then softly came up to me and the little one. "I am her father. I should take her now." he didn't demand like LaVonne did, but I wasn't going to let ANY one take away this baby now. "No, I'm sorry, but I promised the late LaVonne I would watch and care for her now. That was the last wish of a dying mother." I sternly said, trying not to move the baby's head from my lap. "She is my daughter, I will care for her!" The male started to raise his voice. I winced and looked down at the blessing I was given, "Please soften your voice, she is sleeping. I will have her be known to you when she grows, but only then. I think that you do not know how to care for a baby. And if your tribe does, will they treat her like an outcast for being half blood?" I shot back in a quiet furry. I knew what it was like to be half blooded.
Later that day, alone and in a small hut I named the little one Marcella Aitkin.
