Deviation Actions
Description
Featuring Charon and 'Ùir'
Spring, Year 760 of the New Age
Blackwood, Widow's Hollow near White Peak
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I don't remember anything of my birth. Not that this is something special, most people don't remember anything of their birth, but in my case it feels odd, since I was born twice. My parents later told me, that my birth was hard, because of how large I had been and because I had come the wrong way around. I don't know of these things. The very first thing I remember seeing is myself. I remember seeing myself, but oddly enough, I felt nothing. I was light as a feather and thin as air and even though I saw myself laying limp and lifeless between my parents, I felt nothing, as if I wasn't even there.
I saw my mother, her large, dark eyes filled with desperation and wet with tears. I saw her looking up to my father and even though I saw her mouth move, could not hear the words her lips formed.
My father stood beside her, his face an empty mask, dark and inscrutable. My mother screamed at him, but he did not move, until he pressed his eyes shut, thin lines staining his fur even darker and all of the sudden I heard his voice, booming through the forest, as he fell to his knees beside me.
"NO! NO!" he roared, "Don't take him! Mother Úir don't take this colt from her! Not again! By all my strength and powers, stop this punishment, I promise you this my body and soul to serve you forever, if only you let him live!"
I saw my father and then I saw darkness and the darkness said, smooth and comforting, yet cruel as time and unforgiving as the seasons passing: "So be it."
And I opened my eyes for the second time, but this time I was shaking with coughs, coughing up water and blood as I rolled to lay on my belly, a world of noise, smells and sensations crashing down on me like an avalanche.
It didn't matter though, for I only a moment later felt my mother’s welcoming kisses, as she liked my fur dry, her face stained by tears, having turned from tears of desperation to tears of joy. She was weeping into my ears and her warmth and love made me forget everything that I had seen before. I closed my eyes and snuggled into her comfort.
Neither my mother nor I saw the worried look on my father face. Everything was good.
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Dramatic birth is dramatic. Y U SELL UR SON HAGEN? Y?
Ùir says 'why, thank you' she already has a deviously wonderful use for the little bugger. What? You shall see in the futureeee. ;3
Finally I'm able to post this. 
First of all, though: Thanks to you, all you wonderful, anonymous bacon bits, for making this possible! Thank you for making this group as awesome as it is! Thank you, Bacon Gods, for being so dedicated to this little world we all enjoy so much, thank you all for just being the bacon of the bacon! All the love, all the bacon! 
