Death was fresh, death was waiting, death was singing, come to me come to me i am the warmth of a hug from your mother, your brothers hand rubbing your head, the booming laugh of your father the true comfort of end.
I am the peace from this torment mortal men have put you through,
Forthorth year ------
Pain so much pain it was in Amora's head it was in her thighs; it was in her heart.
Childbirth she knew was the death of many how it would take even the strongest of warriors how it would seduce and embrace all equally.
Amora knew this but yet she would not accept this fate for this child she carried was loved it was hers the only thing he wouldn't take the only thing she had left even if she had to sacrifice the peace of letting go, she would for who would love this child if not her
this cruel world Amora thought as the blood and sweat poured down from her legs where she laid down on a makeshift bed of cloth.
This was hardly the best environment to be trying to birth a Ork child Halfbreed or otherwise, but this would have to do Amora thought as through the pain she looked to the window of the raggedy cabin she was currently occupying
A full moon she thought with a hint of joy
........
Amora didn't know how much time had passed time was gone, all she could feel was the sweat dripping from every pore on her body.
she suddenly felt something was different it was time she knew this was it
death would have to wait just a little longer Amora sang in heart
....
she pushed and pushed for what felt like hours maybe it was
when a light feeling of relief surrounded her a feeling she had not felt in years
a crisp cry that could only come from a newborn was heard a joyful sound and as she strained to look down, she saw her daughter.
Her last will was here her Amora