Your Child

[Tikayla]

Her tired body is still in pain from the harsh birthing she has just endured. She makes her flints move faster and finally she and the child reach the place he belongs. She does not but he does.

"Come along little one, nearly day, time to meet Joker, you master and your father. I hope he likes you."

She calls into the winds.

"Joker hurry and come to me before I leave and take my little baby with me. He is so wonderful and he will one day be stronger than you. I hope that you find him the most wonderful child ever and that you will accept him as your own, because he is yours," she screams.

He has called her child a brat but she wonders what he will think about the little baby beside her.

((start rping him if you wish.

[Halo]

The colt looks up at his mother as she speaks to him, not truly understanding what she is telling him but listening all the same. She calls for some stag he has no recognition of, ears twitching under the vibrations of the sound, as he leans his creamy side against her fore; he has not quite gotten his strength yet and is so tired and the air is so cold that he shivers. He whines up at his dam, nudging her plaintively and striving to snuggle under her and between her fronts for warmth.

“Leave, my princess? Why would you leave such a terra?” he whispers with venomous sarcasm, coming up leisurely behind her and running his maw up along her spine to her withers. He lowers his head to gaze at her child, his child, their child. The King’s eyes are questioning as he eyes up the colt who tilts his head and returns the gaze fearlessly. Reaching under Zanatha’s belly, the father nips his son on the rump, smirking at the squeak of surprise that has the baby jumping forth from his cover to stand under his sire’s full scrutiny.

He knows the mare wants to know what he thinks of their foal. What does he think? He’s not really sure. “Have you named him?” he asks so that he might be able to skip around the matter’s on her mind. Several names roll over his brain as he waits for his slave to speak, pressing his nose on the child’s back. He’ll do.

Catching the King completely by surprise, the colt sidles out from under his father’s scrutiny and snuggles his trembling body close to the brute’s. Joker’s lip turns in a display of disgust, but doesn’t move and exercises some self control. The cream babe feels triumphant, and warm, as he has found a great source of heat, though he is completely unaware that it’s origin is the magic of fire pulsing constantly through the brute’s being.
~Joker

(OOC: What were we going to name the baby. I don’t think we decided between Pirate’s Curse and Cursed Pirate. >.>)

[Tikayla]

She stares directly at the colt as he snuggles up next to his father. Telling him to stay away is on the tip of her tounge but when the brute doesn't attack him she relaxes. She knows that the babe could still be in danger.

"Don't hurt him," she hisses, her maternal instincts still there as she watches the baby. She wants to take him away but she can't do that without getting closer to the most evil Joker.

"No I haven't named him, I figured that you would want to do that, master," she hisses, she has no idea why she is so pissed she just is. She frowns at the stag that she calls master and wants to attack him and take her baby far away from the wicked stag, and his stupid desires. She hates him with a burning passion.

"There, I've given you a child, what more could you possibly want from me?" she asks, "Just let me go, I'll even leave the baby to be raised by your queen if you wish. Please I don't belong here," she begs desperatly knowing the answer already.

[Halo]

Joker watches the child passively as it closes his eyes, head drooping and ears folding backwards slightly in complete obliviousness. So she hasn’t named him yet? His concentration on the list of names he mentally runs through is broken by the mare’s words; able to ignore her hissing and desperation, he focuses on the simple articulations. His brow raises in expression and his ears fold backwards with aggravation. So it is true what some have said, that anxieties and suffering can turn the most good of beings into monsters, cause them to abandon all emotion that they have always kept near and dear up until the point they would turn on everything they should love. It’s satisfying in a way, and on the other hand despicable.

“You are pathetic, mare, a weakling and a coward. You would truly leave your offspring at my feet, at my mercies, just for your own selfish satisfaction of freedom? And what of his freedom? You would not beg for his?” He snarls out loud and if it weren’t for the fact that the colt resting obliviously against him is truly his own, his flesh and blood, he would move and topple the tiny beast just to bruise her for her egotism. Instead he settles for a glare, the bulk of his muscles tightening beneath his violet pelt as a look of hateful disdain spreads over his countenance. “Such a sickening creature,” he spats.

“Revair will have her hands full with my heir and, besides, I doubt she’ll have the patience for our own let alone one birthed for an ordinary mare.” He looks down at the toddler nudging closer as he dozes, hip cocked and looking as if he hasn’t a care in the world. And he doesn’t yet. “No, you will stay and aise my foal. You will not see freedom until I take your last breath.” He snorts, a steady stream of mist coming from the sharp exhale.

Leaning down he nudges the babe as gently as he knows how, pulling it back to wakefulness and then urging it to its mother. The little one looks up at him with blue, green-flecked eyes before obeying without a complaint, running his head along his mother’s safe side with soft grunts of pleasure. He looks towards her with a smile, completely unaware that she would have abandoned him to the devil just a moment ago, seeking her permission before nestles at her underbelly to suckle. “You take good care of my Cursed Pirate, you hear me, Wench? You try to escape me, if I see anything amiss with the colt, and we’ll see how fond you are to pain.”
~Joker/Cursed Pirate

[Tikayla]

"Oh just kill me you miserable stag," a surge of anger causes the words to fly through her mouth. Then she looks at her babe and feels a bet of tenderness for the young one.

"Fine, I'll raise your child and if you lovely queen ever needs help with her children then I will help her with them, master," she snorts. She pushes against the child to make it move and waits for it to follow her.

"One day, you will let me go, and if you don't then some other stag will, because I will not be your slave forever, an neither will my son," she hisses at him. Then she turns and starts to walk toward another part of the dark terra. She looks behind her and waits for her child to follow.

[Halo]

The toddler, Cursed Pirate, squeaks quietly with indignation as his meal is interrupted, but, with a swish of his tail, assures himself that it won’t be long and he’ll sneak another snack. Still a little weak from his fight into this world, he follows after his dam. He attempts a trot so that he might catch up and stumbles, only saved from hitting the ground because he bumps against Zanatha’s leg and it braces him up. He smiles shyly up at her and nips the spot lovingly, nuzzling up her side and licking her fore shoulder, the highest point he can reach. Warmth and fondness dazzles in his eyes for the fae he calls mother, ears wiggling as he finds the remnants of milk at the corner of his mouth for him to lap up, looking comical as he does so.

Joker watches the mare take his colt away, noticing its feebleness but being able to see signs that it would fade with time. He’s a big baby to have been born from a small fem, so he could see the reason for it. “Our son,” he whispers darkly, following at a distance and watching her, always watching and observing his boy.
~Joker/Cursed Pirate

[Tikayla]

((I consider this post closed, muse is too low))