[SilentFeather]

Halcron tried to focus on Vale's voice, God he tried his very hardest but it was no use. It never seemed to be to himself. He wanted to glance, to sense the feeling of his beloved's hand at his slowly parting opening, but refrained from such, simply keeping his face buried against Vale's thick yet soft to the touch of a neck. He cursed softly in his Light elf tongue of old for a moment, doing such in response to the immediate decline of inward assistance of forceful ejection.

He felt all present color fade from his face upon hearing about their son's "might be" demise, preparing himself and steeling his frayed nerves before taking in and few breaths through his nose and mouth for a mere few moments, feeling a few more moments slip by and gave it all he pushing down completely, even though distress itself which formed as a rather agonizing pressure between his already forcefully spread apart hipbones, but he still persevered, focusing on Vale, the movements of their son and everything that came with it. He clenched his teeth, cried out, clawed at Vale's backside, bit into his flesh and even growled at him a few times *not intentional, just out of laboring frustration* he would apologize later and repent for his transgressions.

"I .. AM .. TRYING .. HE IS DISEMBOWELING ME FOR GODS SAKE!" He snapped at Vale, raising his head with a sharpness, glaring up at him with the same red eyes like before but they held no rage, just innocence of a struggling Father trying to bring his unborn into the big uncertain real of Lights and Dark ones, feeling his body become caught up in the struggle, tremors of his hands becoming body and full-blown. He reached down and began to stroke his still erect cock, hissing with agony as he felt vulnerable and sensitive of high nature but still he stroked himself and pushed down, never stopping, never stopping..

He did not hear the part about running away, too caught up in his own struggles.