HOME | DD

Description
+8 AP for Whit
(1 shaded headshot, 1 shaded full-body, RP-inspired)

"Upon Anna's proclamation of a second child and orders to remove the first already nestled by Hira's flank, Froya promptly swaddled Anika in a blanket and carried her in it like a sling. She settled near the War Lord once more, though safely away from her thrashing hooves, and cradled the filly between her front legs and firmly against her breast. She looked on with severe apprehension as Hira seethed with fury and pain. Gently, and quite tenderly, Froya snuggled Anika with her muzzle. If she could not do anything for her mother now, she would at least ensure that her firstborn wouldn’t be uncomfortable or cause a fuss…" -QuirkyLynx

This little snippet that Quirk wrote made me feel all warm and gooey inside, so here's a Froya snuggling with Anika while Grigori is born.

The instant adoration of the Valkyries (Froya, Khala, and Hjordis) for my little filly was so heartwarming. I highly recommend reading the thread: starborn-alignment.boards.net/…

I'm experimenting with my style a bit, especially with the linework. Still in progress, not sure if I like this yet but I'll keep going in this direction. ; )

- - -
- -
-

Hira | War Lord by Jennycallie

"In some distant corner of her awareness, Hira found herself of two conflicting opinions. Much like Froya, she rather thought that the act of learning each other's names was unimportant, at this stage in events. However, the War Lord was also annoyed that the medic didn’t already know the Valkyries by name. Her girls had been making more and more rumblings in the herd, from clashing with Cultists to assisting as Guards and Scouts, and Hira felt that their names at least might be known. But these were faint, unimportant concerns, and Hira couldn’t truly devote any time to them, or the ire they deserved.

At Hjordis’ words, the mare rolled an eye at the Valkyrie and snorted.

“I am quite sure she will be a-” she stopped, teeth gritted over another spasm of pain, “a-” she had to pause again, eyes ground shut as her entire body shuddered. “She is going to be hell- ah, hell on hooves, if this is any indication-”

And then words were rendered an impossibility as another, larger contraction gripped the mare. Only a lifetime of practice kept Hira from groaning her pain; a female War Lord who showed any weakness, who was not twice as stoic and unflinching as the males, would last about as long as an Onean heat wave. A hiss of pain escaped clenched teeth, nothing more, and even that Hira counted a failure.

And then she thought of nothing, not her fury at Aodh or herself, not her conviction that she was bringing a hell-raiser of a filly into the world, not even that she must forego any show of weakness. She thought of nothing, her world narrowed into the ripping awareness of pain. No regret, no anger, no thoughts- just pain.

And then, abruptly, Hira realized she could hear her own blood thundering in her ears again, could hear her own rasping, wretched breaths. She opened wet, aching eyes and looked blearily around, barely able to lift her own head, but suddenly aware of a stirring at her hooves. Something tiny, wet, and golden was making soft mewling sounds, and with a great effort Hira wrenched her neck up, half rolling onto her chest to regard her tiny palomino daughter. She was small, small even for a pony, and a dark spot marred the newborn’s forehead, the promise of a horn to come.

She was a unicorn.

“Anika,” Hira rasped, the filly wavering in and out of focus. “Anika, you were nearly the death of me.” Weary pride coloured the words, and the War Lord laid her head back down, catching her breath and attempting to still her spinning, tilting vision. “I hope you give this world half as much trouble as you gave me.”

Hira knew she ought to go to the filly, acquaint herself with her, care for her, but she could do nothing but lay prostrate, her sides still heaving and shuddering, the pain not quite distant enough to yet be a memory."

Froya | Valkyrie by QuirkyLynx

Brown ears, pinned against her neck in great irritation, caught Hjordis' beckoning call and the surly Valkyrie pivoted to join her sheild-sister. Being outside in fresh air with Hjordis might just be the thing to cool her mind and keep it off what was happening within the cabin...

However, halfway through her turn, in only a matter of few heartbeats, their Lord's struggle had audibly worsened. Whipping back around, Froya watched her leige's body convulse and then begin to gush as if a dam within her had been breached. It was time, and Froya knew she could not stay a mere bystander. The Valkyrie rushed to Hira's side, but it was all over faster than one could imagine. Truly it had to be the quickest birth Froya had ever witnessed, or even heard of. Beneath her was a crumpled foal, sleek with fluid. Her small head, dotted with a tiny, black youth of a horn, wobbled as she began to experience life for the first time outside the womb. Froya reached down, taking in the scent of the child, new and unique, into her breath and in that moment knew she would die for the filly, just as she would for her honorable mother.

This newly awakened feeling within her caused all anxiety and doubt to flee her mind, and Froya snatched up a blanket from the nearby pile like an automaton set to task; apparently thinking Brigid was not performing the duty appropriately (or perhaps she did not think of Brigid at all, it was hard to tell). Froya settled herself beside the filly and almost knocked the smaller medic from the way.

She rubbed the towel against the foal's coat roughly, and yet with a certain gentleness, as if she was trying to instill life into the newly born child. Many times she had done this with Apana lambs, but never with such fervor. With her telekinesis she whisked away any fluid from the filly's mouth and nose and soon enough, the foal was nearly dry from Froya's quick work. Here then, she picked it up and placed it gently near Hira's belly where she could reach her mother's teats... and then Froya remained still, staring at Anika; the new child of the War Lord, in quiet, sober awe.

No apology found its way to Brigid for her rough handling, no further venomous glance was shot in the direction of Anna, and Hjordis was left by the door, her beckoning long forgotten by whom she called for. The Valkyrie stayed upon the floor, curled in a comfortable position, her head up and eyes upon only the War Lord and her filly.

A devote basking in the glow of a Madonna with her child."

- - -

Froya (c) QuirkyLynx

Anika & drawing (c) tarried-sea

Description
+8 AP for Whit
(1 shaded headshot, 1 shaded full-body, RP-inspired)

"Upon Anna's proclamation of a second child and orders to remove the first already nestled by Hira's flank, Froya promptly swaddled Anika in a blanket and carried her in it like a sling. She settled near the War Lord once more, though safely away from her thrashing hooves, and cradled the filly between her front legs and firmly against her breast. She looked on with severe apprehension as Hira seethed with fury and pain. Gently, and quite tenderly, Froya snuggled Anika with her muzzle. If she could not do anything for her mother now, she would at least ensure that her firstborn wouldn’t be uncomfortable or cause a fuss…" -QuirkyLynx

This little snippet that Quirk wrote made me feel all warm and gooey inside, so here's a Froya snuggling with Anika while Grigori is born.

The instant adoration of the Valkyries (Froya, Khala, and Hjordis) for my little filly was so heartwarming. I highly recommend reading the thread: starborn-alignment.boards.net/…

I'm experimenting with my style a bit, especially with the linework. Still in progress, not sure if I like this yet but I'll keep going in this direction. ; )

- - -
- -
-

Hira | War Lord by Jennycallie

"In some distant corner of her awareness, Hira found herself of two conflicting opinions. Much like Froya, she rather thought that the act of learning each other's names was unimportant, at this stage in events. However, the War Lord was also annoyed that the medic didn’t already know the Valkyries by name. Her girls had been making more and more rumblings in the herd, from clashing with Cultists to assisting as Guards and Scouts, and Hira felt that their names at least might be known. But these were faint, unimportant concerns, and Hira couldn’t truly devote any time to them, or the ire they deserved.

At Hjordis’ words, the mare rolled an eye at the Valkyrie and snorted.

“I am quite sure she will be a-” she stopped, teeth gritted over another spasm of pain, “a-” she had to pause again, eyes ground shut as her entire body shuddered. “She is going to be hell- ah, hell on hooves, if this is any indication-”

And then words were rendered an impossibility as another, larger contraction gripped the mare. Only a lifetime of practice kept Hira from groaning her pain; a female War Lord who showed any weakness, who was not twice as stoic and unflinching as the males, would last about as long as an Onean heat wave. A hiss of pain escaped clenched teeth, nothing more, and even that Hira counted a failure.

And then she thought of nothing, not her fury at Aodh or herself, not her conviction that she was bringing a hell-raiser of a filly into the world, not even that she must forego any show of weakness. She thought of nothing, her world narrowed into the ripping awareness of pain. No regret, no anger, no thoughts- just pain.

And then, abruptly, Hira realized she could hear her own blood thundering in her ears again, could hear her own rasping, wretched breaths. She opened wet, aching eyes and looked blearily around, barely able to lift her own head, but suddenly aware of a stirring at her hooves. Something tiny, wet, and golden was making soft mewling sounds, and with a great effort Hira wrenched her neck up, half rolling onto her chest to regard her tiny palomino daughter. She was small, small even for a pony, and a dark spot marred the newborn’s forehead, the promise of a horn to come.

She was a unicorn.

“Anika,” Hira rasped, the filly wavering in and out of focus. “Anika, you were nearly the death of me.” Weary pride coloured the words, and the War Lord laid her head back down, catching her breath and attempting to still her spinning, tilting vision. “I hope you give this world half as much trouble as you gave me.”

Hira knew she ought to go to the filly, acquaint herself with her, care for her, but she could do nothing but lay prostrate, her sides still heaving and shuddering, the pain not quite distant enough to yet be a memory."

Froya | Valkyrie by QuirkyLynx

Brown ears, pinned against her neck in great irritation, caught Hjordis' beckoning call and the surly Valkyrie pivoted to join her sheild-sister. Being outside in fresh air with Hjordis might just be the thing to cool her mind and keep it off what was happening within the cabin...

However, halfway through her turn, in only a matter of few heartbeats, their Lord's struggle had audibly worsened. Whipping back around, Froya watched her leige's body convulse and then begin to gush as if a dam within her had been breached. It was time, and Froya knew she could not stay a mere bystander. The Valkyrie rushed to Hira's side, but it was all over faster than one could imagine. Truly it had to be the quickest birth Froya had ever witnessed, or even heard of. Beneath her was a crumpled foal, sleek with fluid. Her small head, dotted with a tiny, black youth of a horn, wobbled as she began to experience life for the first time outside the womb. Froya reached down, taking in the scent of the child, new and unique, into her breath and in that moment knew she would die for the filly, just as she would for her honorable mother.

This newly awakened feeling within her caused all anxiety and doubt to flee her mind, and Froya snatched up a blanket from the nearby pile like an automaton set to task; apparently thinking Brigid was not performing the duty appropriately (or perhaps she did not think of Brigid at all, it was hard to tell). Froya settled herself beside the filly and almost knocked the smaller medic from the way.

She rubbed the towel against the foal's coat roughly, and yet with a certain gentleness, as if she was trying to instill life into the newly born child. Many times she had done this with Apana lambs, but never with such fervor. With her telekinesis she whisked away any fluid from the filly's mouth and nose and soon enough, the foal was nearly dry from Froya's quick work. Here then, she picked it up and placed it gently near Hira's belly where she could reach her mother's teats... and then Froya remained still, staring at Anika; the new child of the War Lord, in quiet, sober awe.

No apology found its way to Brigid for her rough handling, no further venomous glance was shot in the direction of Anna, and Hjordis was left by the door, her beckoning long forgotten by whom she called for. The Valkyrie stayed upon the floor, curled in a comfortable position, her head up and eyes upon only the War Lord and her filly.

A devote basking in the glow of a Madonna with her child."

- - -

Froya (c) QuirkyLynx

Anika & drawing (c) tarried-sea