[PRP] Beauties. [See inside!]

[LOLTERNATIVE]

This is a PRP between the following;
** Please note, more may be added. <3**
Vanya, Taarab, Risuleri, Laveda, Aylin, Vanmoriel, Vanwyn & Vaniania

Mindsend's Teepee | LOLTERNATIVE's Teepee | x blame it on the --- x's Teepee | Dixie's Teepee
**Flock members, mostly females and other relatives of the children, feel free to join in. c:**

 

[LOLTERNATIVE]

Vanya breathed steadily, calm and relaxed for the first time in a long time. She had birthed the foals nearly two months ago now and they were inside their baskets, waiting to emerge. She was still a little weak, mostly because she had done such little movement during the pregnancy. It took all her strength to not start dancing instantly. But the nurses had told her the dangers and she listened to their advice and spent the time relaxing and crafting, thinking of names and wondering what they'll look like. She was beyond excited, now that it was only a matter of time; days even until she could see their faces.

The birthing hadn't been easy, not that Vanya expected it would have been; not with her size and how large she had gotten. It was obvious before she had given birth that she was having more than two. Taarab had helped her, as well as Risuleri. They made sure she was comfortable before and after, soothing her and encouraging her during. Even now, they sat around her ready to pounce if she made the slightest notion of moving from her spot in her nest.

Vanya smiled and nuzzled the baskets. She had names in mind, but nothing set in stone. She knew once she saw them the names would come to her. She sat up, leaning her back against the trunk as she turned to Taarab and Risuleri and smiled. "Waiting for this is worse than waiting for the birth, I think."  

[mindsend]

A soft chuckle puffed as it escaped the throat of a stallion waiting in baited breath, not realizing he was holding it. He was thankful he had been allowed to see his first set of offspring take their first strikes from their basket and heard stories of his own first steps, how he was the first to break through but last to get out, instead wandering around with the basket on his body like a headless tortoise, stumbling into trees, "it shouldn't be too long.. They've been moving more lately and the colors on the baskets seem to have stopped its subtle shift a couple days ago."

He nosed one of the baskets gently, sniffing at the grassy material that smelt strongly of the nest rather than of the child inside -- he wouldn't be able to tell the gender until the tines started to weaken and the children made their first attempts at popping the weave and work their way out of the enchantments.

The pale artisan couldn't help but feel the excitement, not wanting to take his eyes away from it -- his children would be beautiful regardless of their gender, and he'd love and raise them to be proper and happy members of flock for as long as Vanya would allow him to.



Risuleri had yet to have children of her own, despite the fact she was well known for enjoying the pleasures man could give a mare on a regular basis, as was her right as a an adult mare with any voluntarily stallion in the primary Open Harem of unclaimed stallions -- something that made her all the more excited to have been allowed to witness her idol and best friend's children be born within their nesting quarters set up in one of the valleys closer to the artisan guild and Priestess Caves, having managed to just recently secure themselves.

A sharp popping noise got her attention, her eyes widening excitedly as another pop was heard -- the baskets were starting to weaken and the children inside were making a move to get out, "Its happening! Oh Vanya I can't tell you how greatful I am you let me be here for it." She gave her friend an affectionate nuzzle, before looking a bit crestfallen, "Oh dear we should tell the priestesses -- they might wish to oversee this.



"I'll call for one of the messangers to send word to Yaotl and have her carry the message" Taarab hesitated as he turned a bit towards the exit, and instead backed from it so he wouldnt lose sight of them and miss a moment, "Priestess Laveda might come in Oracle Aylin's stead -- if the Oracle hasn't come without announcing it. And Mothe- Commander Zahraa' would likely wish to visit..."

He left the message quick with the harpy eagle, and glanced away to watch her go out of habit before moving back to the nest, "Did I miss anything?"

 

[LOLTERNATIVE]

Vanya smiled as Taarab spoke. He always knew the answer to everything, she was sure of it. He was right, now that she thought of it, they were moving inside a lot. Especially now. Perhaps it was all the voices? The excitement? Whatever it was, Vanya didn't mind, she was just happy to feel them moving beside her; to know they were safe.

The noise and sudden rocking movement shocked Vanya and she jumped with a fright before nosing the baskets. Sure enough, she could hear the grunts of struggling as the baby inside started to try and make its journey out of its basket. "I don't think anything could've kept you away, Risuleri," she laughed excitedly and returned the nuzzle.

She eyed Taarab. "I'm sure we'll have a lot of visitors during the day, word will get around eventually. You've done what you needed, now your place is here."

Her eyes went back to the baskets and she poked them gently. "Come out, little ones."  

[techabyte]

What was the meaning of this? She felt cramped. The small foal never felt cramped! In the past two months of her living in the real world she had never felt as though the confines of the woven basket she was placed upon birth was too small. But now... Now it was! And she didn't like it one bit. She could feel he strains of her neck when she tried to lift it as it touched the top of the basket. Her legs cramped some, and her claws kept almost scratching her poor underside each time she moved them. No, the little filly needed out of the confines, and she would get them even if she had to force it herself. She couldn't live her entire life in this basket, after all!

Letting out a slight chirping, distressed noise, the filly struggled. She wiggled and nipped at the basket, trying to break it free. But to no avail. How was she supposed to get out of here? A crying noise escaped her throat as she wiggled more. She didn't know what she was yet, so the means of escape seemed to elude her little mind. She wiggled, and eventually got into a somewhat more comfortable position. But as she did so, one of her claws easily snagged part of the basket, and made a slight tear in the wicker. Light peeked in from the rip, and caught the foals attention. Lowering her head, she stared at it for a few seconds, before nosing it with interest. What was this?

Interest grabbed, she glanced at her claws. So that was the answer? Wiggling her nose somewhat, she started to lash out somewhat at the wicker, trying to break it easily. As she did so, she caused scratches and rips. Then, finally, one side was shredded enough that it just broke free, and fell apart. Light flooded her eyes, and she let out a distressed cry of shock and slight pain, closing them quickly to shield herself. Her ears pinned back, and her body tried to escape the light, and go back into the dark confines of her basket. If the entire world was this painful, maybe she could stay in the basket!

As she laid there, half in and half out of the broken confines, her appearance became clear. The filly was pale skinned, like her mother and father. Her legs faded down from a soft green, to a light tan. Under her cheeks looked like a blush of tan, with darker markings that resembled Taarab's features. Her mane and tail were shades of green and white, and her feathers were almost identical to the mother that she was birthed from. Her eyes remained unseen, due to them being closed. A small whimper escaped her once more, and her voice sounded of beauty and allure even though she was making a noise of distress.  

[mindsend]

Meanwhile, the tan basket seemed to bounce and buck around a little, rocking as the foal inside squirmed, squeaking and squawking before a rhythmic pattern broke out against the tines of the weakening basket, woken from her enchanted sleep. Becoming aware of the sounds outside and the stars sparkling in the twilight of her world as the tines loosened slightly, and she kicked and bucked in the basket, wanting out until she found a steady, driving pattern that seemed to make it give quicker, clawing at scratching at the baskets until the side she scratched at shreaded, the increasing light more gradual than with the other sibling, rendering the basket useless as a momento or keepsake keeper as she wiggled out the side, stumbling out into the light and promptly falling over, head bowing down in exhaustion from her efforts, unused to having to hold it up.

The young mare blinked blearily in the light as the adults got a good look at her. Unlike the others, her born colors were painted by the spirits with earthier tones, her coat colored similarly to her father, but her mane and feathers carrying similar tones, the warm browns and creamy yellows like the marks of his face, the base of her feathers almost chocolatey.

However as she caught her second wind the cameo mare's brilliant Aqua eyes met her mothers momentarily, framed in a soft teal color as her face lit up in a warm smile, head turning to look at the others one at a time, her head bobbling slightly, before she stood up shakily, took a few stumbling steps, then paused with her legs splayed wide, her belly just barely not brushing the bottom of the nest as she tried to investigate her basketmate, nibbling at the resting mare's mane in a coaxing manor, instinctively knowing this was one of her sisters and that the other mare was distressed.
 

[mindsend]

(OCC: Since I have so many darn characters in this, I'm marking which person's talking for the sake of the techstaffers that have to read this XD

edit by Niss: I love you so much for this Mind you have no idea.)



"aww" Risuleri cooed at the two foals already out of their basket, laughing softly as the standing one jumped and fell over with her legs up in the air in surprise at the cracking, popping noises of the remaining basket, "It's so hard to believe in a few weeks they'll be learning to talk. Vanya, they're just.. So precious. Should we help them?"

The dancer shifted, her claws perched on the edge of the large nest, though she shied away again, not wanting them to think she was their mother. While she was one of Vanya's friends -- the musician twins they usually spent time with had stayed away due to having caught a cold, and didn't wish to infect the children, and it was a shame they couldn't be there for it -- She was just a friend of the family and didn't want the relationship to sour by letting the children to latch too much onto her as a parental figure, as it'd break her heart knowing she didn't have any of her own children and had thus far failed to honor the Great Mother's spirit despite her own attempts.
 

[LOLTERNATIVE]

The little filly heard the voice again, like she always did. She listened intently to it, wondering what the owner looked like, who she was, why she was there. Was it perhaps their mother? She remembered a voice before she was in here, but it was muffled and she wsan't sure if this was the same. She wiggled around in her basket, pressing an ear against the side to listen better. Two other voices, familiar, but not as familiar as the one that spoke to her.

Come out? Out of where? She wiggled around. Where exactly was she? It was tight and dark and away from the voice. She wiggled and whimpered, nipping and kicking at her restraints. She felt a rush of air as her leg popped through and she wiggled her claws. She pulled her leg back in and then maneuvered around, nudging her nose at the hole. She sniffed and a familiar scent filled her. That was her mother. She knew it sure as she knew.. Well, she didn't know anything right now, did she?

She thrashed around in the basket, claws ripping the sides until only the lid was left intact, sitting gently on her head. The light was harsh on her eyes and she snapped them shut for a moment before blinking them open slowly. She looked down at herself first. White, with dark blue markings. Claws on all four feet explained how easily she tore through the basket. Her mane swished in the wind and she felt something tickle her cheek - something that wasn't hair.

Looking up at the figures before her, she tilted her head. A lady. She looked.. magical. The same white body as she, the same blue markings. The little filly whimpered and cried out, wanting to run to her. She tried to push herself up, but to no avail. She stared up at the woman, nose sniffing and eyes watering.  

[LOLTERNATIVE]

Vanya eyed the baskets carefully, eyes widened in excitement. This was it, finally she would be able to see and hold her children. She watched the first basket, the one that seemed to be moving more at this moment. The distressed noise made Vanya want to rip open the basket herself, but she knew this was something they had to do for themselves, even if it took a while. She chewed on her bottom lip and watched intently.

A lot more wiggling and then a little rip. A pause and then movement and the sound of tearing that could only be so easily caused by claws. Silently she thanked the Goddess. Clawed children, male or female, were something precious. She watched as the last shreds of the side of the basket fell away and got a glimpse of her first born daughter. She was afraid, whimpering. Vanya leaned close and nuzzled the child, humming softly. "Shh. It's okay. Mama's here."

She scooted closer to the first born, wondering perhaps what name would suit her best. Her thoughts were broken instantly when another basket began wiggling. She peered down at the filly before her and smiled. "Your sister." This basket seemed to come away more easily and she eyed the foal who emerged.

Vanya's heart soared as she watched her second born try and sooth the first born and she was glad they knew each other. She eyed the third and last basket. Two daughters so far, the Goddess had been gracious. Whether or not that ended with the second born was a mystery. A mystery that would soon be revealed, she noted as the third basket started to wiggle.

It seemed to only take seconds before the filly was looking at her and crying. Vanya wiggled closer to her, nuzzling her and her sisters equally. Tears rolled down her cheeks and she laughed. Daughters, all of them. The eldest, a mixture of her mother and father, dark and light blue hair, tan markings. the second, the father's family, browns and creams. The third, leaning more towards Vanya. Dark blue markings, dark blue hair.

All of them clawed and all of them beauties even though they were so young. "Oh Gods. I could not be happier," she smiled at Risuleri and then turned to Taarab. "Come and meet your daughters, Taarab."

Tilting her head, she looked down at them. "Names.. I'm not sure what to name them. I have a list but.." She frowned lightly, turning to the others once more. "Thoughts?"  

[techabyte]

Why was is so bright? She just wanted to crawl back into the basket from whence she came. But at the sound of a lovely voice, and the feel of a warm noise touching her body, the eldest let out another small chirp of interest. She blinked her eyes, a couple tears escaping from the sting that the light had caused her. The world was blurry at first, but within seconds, the form of her mother cleared and crisped, and she could seen every feature of the mare. A small smile moved onto her features, before she chirped again, and tried to lean up and nuzzle at her mother, tried to get more attention. But when she heard a noise near her, her attention was stolen.

The filly glanced over, and within moments of doing so, her younger sister was upon her. Nostrils flaring, she smelled at the other filly, and the familiar smell caused her to perk up as well. She chirped happily toward her, definitely a vocal little thing. Shifting her head, she nuzzled at the other sibling easily. Her little tail gave a slight wiggle, before she tried to get further out of the basket. She gave a couple light kicks with her back lids, before getting out, and trying to stand. She felt awkward with her large claws. It was awkward for her in the end. She eventually got up onto all four legs, claws gripping the ground in an effort to keep her up. The other noise, another basket.

Her brilliant eyes that resembled her mothers shifted and locked on the last basket. As soon as it was open, she chirped toward the youngest of the three. It seemed the light was hurting her sister as well! That was no good. Wiggling some, she started to move forward, only to somewhat trip from the large claws. A frown moved onto her features, before she eyed her claws curiously, sniffing at them. Lifting her head, she looked back toward her sister. Letting out more chirps, she leaned and nuzzled her youngest sister's flank. The noise of others made her look around; even though they spoke earlier. She blinked several times, before locking eyes on the colorful mare that seemed a bit farther off, but still close. Who was she? Tilting her head, she let her eyes move around, until they locked on the stallion. And him?

Chirping somewhat in distress once more at the confusion, the filly buried her head into her youngest sister's flank, trying to hide some, and pressed her body to Vanya's. Confusion right now did not bode well with the new-popped filly.  

[mindsend]

Shifting closer with his appointed Gaurdian's permission, Taarab looked them over, feeling suddenly nervous -- usually mothers didn't take the fathers opinion when it came to naming children, though some may find themselves drawn to naming conventions and traditions of the sire if it amuses them, but to their own means, as his mother did by naming her children after types of Dance and music, while keeping to the naming conventions of her mother's line .

He looked over his children, smiling softly at the trio of foals -- the spirits had blessed him with mostly daughters, mares who could hold ranks, but would at some point in their life have to endanger themselves to prove themselves as adults, and live separate lives. It was, in some ways, easier for stallions to have sons, knowing that, unless they acted upon wanderlust and fled the flock in their youth, they'd at least be able to have a chance at an open, friendly bond with them, publicly, at least once their colt grew to an adult and joined them. It was hard to think of a mare having to go forth and make her own nest and forge her own rank.

Now that they were adults he rarely saw his first daughters. But perhaps, with this set, it'd be different -- Vanya was one of the performers, a guild that was a cousin and part of the symbiotic trio with the artisan guild, and by association the Harvesters, and she spent much of her time in the guild learning skills that could be plied to her own art.

Smiling softly, no longer nervous, he smiled at the middle child of earthtones, thinking about the many names, "She looks as if the Queen herself had a hand in her creation, as though the spirits wished to acknowledge the fact that if her Majesty had not given permission for the creation of the guild these three might not exist. And she seems to want to comfort her sisters as the Queen loves the mares of the flock."

Peering out through his thick bangs, the stallion gave a bit of a sheepish smile, "But I do not know of a name in your list that fits, and I can't really think of a specific name for her."

His attention then turned towards the Eldest of the trio, lowering his nose gently, not wishing to spook her as she hid. His Chin rested on the bottom of the nest, Attention shifting to the youngest as well. They both seemed so delicate and frightened, he wished to comfort them, but wanted them used to his presence, wanting their permission to approach. Even newborn foals outranked a fully grown stallion, after all.

 

[mindsend]

Vaniania meanwhile snorted slightly, tossing her head a little and bouncing a bit, getting used to her legs being under her, and gave a mock charge to try and scare the blue shaggy form from her siblings and mother, chirping and whinnying. However, her legs were not sure and she tripped, her claws having dug into the nesting and stuck slightly, and she found herself nose to nose with her father, who nuzzled against her brow comfortingly.

She relaxed slightly, lifting her head up to sniff him as well, recognizing the scent instinctively, and smiled brightly once more, looking between him and their mother and giving a soft nicker, glad to be out of the basket and able to be with her parents, if still a little unsteady on her feet.

 

[LOLTERNATIVE]

Vanya's eyes swept over the second born as Taarab spoke. It was true, she was a beauty of natural colours, warm and soft. She did indeed resemble the queen, in her own way. When she found she was pregnant, Vanya's mind had started working on names almost instantly. She had decided, in rather short time, that she wanted all girls' names to start with Van; meaning beauty.

The name came out of her mouth before she even knew what she was saying. "Vaniania." Honor to the Queen, but keeping traditions alive; the name was perfect.

Her eyes moved over to the eldest, chirping away. But it was not the squawk of a child, it was melodious, beautiful. "Vanwyn." Again, the name came easily. Beautiful music; it seemed to suit her perfectly.

Vanya eyed the last of her daughters, the youngest. She was darker than her siblings, though still beautiful. "Vanmoriel." Dark beauty.

She eyed Taarab and Risuleri and laughed. "It appears that was easier than I thought." Leaning down to Vanmoriel, Vanya began to preen her, pull the knots out of her mane and tail, mindful of her feathers that were so small and so few in numbers. "I guess we should be preparing for visitors then."  

[LOLTERNATIVE]

Vanmoriel looked around as the bigger ones spoke. Everything seemed to get serious. Then the male of the three leaned down, ever so carefully. She peered up at him, giving a curious sniff before nickering. She knew him, knew his scent and his voice. This was her father. She nudged her head forward, head butting him lightly before she nuzzled under his neck, too short to reach his face.

Vanmoriel leaned back and watched her mother, who seemed to be lost in thought. Then she spoke. Vaniania? Was that her sisters name? It was pretty. Was she going to get her own name today? Her other sister was next. Vanwyn. Another pretty name. She waited eagerly, eyes shining as she watched her mother. What was her name going to be?

Vanmoriel.

She chirped happily and whinied, trying to stand and run with joy. But her legs weren't ready for such an act and she flopped on the ground. Then her mother was upon her, claws pulling strands of hair carefully enough so that she caused no pain. Vanmoriel endured it, though she had no idea why it was so important.  

[techabyte]

The foal shifted somewhat, trying to seem as small as possible. Call it instinct, but she figured that if she seemed like an ill threat, or if she seemed like she was nothing more than a skinny, meatless thing, the bigger creature wouldn't hurt her. But then, the bigger creature moved, the stallion of the group. He moved, and rested his head near her. It caused the small filly to lift her head, staring toward him some, eyes locked. What was he doing? Why was he sitting like that. When she noted her sister moving to greet the stallion so willingly, she relaxed. The filly shifted, lifting her head to breath in the smell of his mane and feathers, before she seemed to recognize it. That smell. It was her father!

Letting out a gleeful nicker, she nipped at Taarab's mane, and tugged it somewhat playfully, before letting go and looking back up at her mother. She blinked at the mare, staring somewhat, before smiling at her, and wiggled. She was so glad that her family was around. She didn't know them all right now, but she felt safe. Resting her head upon her mother's stomach, the filly observed all the others around her. Her two younger siblings, both similar to herself, but yet still different. Her mother, a mare of exquisite beauty. Her father, a stallion who seemed to be at ease with life. And some different colored female. Who was that though? Staring toward Risuleri, she cocked her head. Was she part of her family too? The filly let out a curious chirp, before looking back up toward her mother.

Names? Is that what she was doing? Curious as to how things were being said, the filly watched how her mother moved, who she looked at. The middle sister was first to be named. Cocking her head curiously, she glanced at her middle sister, and let out a happy chirp, nuzzling at her shoulder. Vaniania was her name then? That would be easy to remember. She nodded her head some, before the second name caught her ears. Letting the ears perk up some, she blinked up at her mother. So her own name was Vanwyn? The filly blinked, blue eyes curious. Vanwyn. She let out a lovely little trill of a chirp in response, her little tail wiggling some. And then her youngest sisters name. Vanmoriel. So everyone had Van in their name then! The filly nodded her head, before nipping her sisters ear and tugging at it, trying to initiate play. She was stopped when her mother seemed to want to preen her youngest sibling though. And, with a small noise, she turned to her other sister, and tried to somewhat nudge her into a playing game. Wrestling or some such in the nest.