Why was it always me? Why was I born? Who and where is my mother? Alive and well with her own family or is she dead? Why did I have to placed with my "father" and neglected by his own family? WHY DID THOSE TWO HAVE TO DO THAT ME?!
How much can a bo...
I will never forgive DW for taking OG Dragon mommy from all of us mobile players and dropped her on Arcade.
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??? POV I've been carrying my newborn son in my arms for some time now, it's been two days after I had just given birth to him and I'm on my way to his fathers' home in Patch as I felt myself grow weaker little by little as the hours ticked by.
"I just...Huff. I Just need... Huff... to get there-Ahh?!-OOF!"
I landed on my side as I felt and heard my muscles and bones snap and tear to avoid landing on top of my son as I tripped on a damn tree root. He had woke up thanks to my sudden stop and he began to cry in my arms. I rolled over on my back and sat up to start calming him down and to view the damage and well. My leg ain't what it's suppose to be. I then looked at my son still cradled in my arms as he cried loudly.
"Shush... Shush!... It's okay it's okay, mommy just tripped over herself, there there."
???: Master, Are you and deartháir okay?!
I heard my spirit weapon call out in concern as she materialized in front of me.
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"Yes, we're okay Gàe Bulg. Just le'me sit here and calm (F/N) down for a moment."
Gàe Bulg: O-Okay then, I'll keep guard for any hollows or Grimm. The now named white armored spear wielding spirit stood up and kept a look out for any Hollow or Grimm for her master.
Scathach sat on the ground with her back against a tree as she cradled her infant son in her arms. She uncovered her right breast and began to breastfeed him as she let out a sigh annoyed by her current predicament. Her body was racked by dull pain throughout, but she had to keep going.
???: Scathach...
"Sigh... Here we go again. Scathach thought to herself as she still tended to her child. What is it now? Can't you see I'm trying to calm (F/N) down?
Scathach still had her full focus on her cradled in her arms as he was suckling. Not giving any form of acknowledgement to the deathly pale woman standing close by.
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