[SilentFeather]

Halcron grunted with effort, huffing and puffing and panting heavily as he endured constant lengths of pushing. Slowly, ever so slowly the feet emerged from nether depths, causing the father's body to quiver with exertion, more intense than before. He cursed between unsteady breaths but above all else he did not cease, seeing the dull greyed flesh frighten him and made him ponder as to if the child had perished only to light up with joy as it became a shade of his very own, an ivory white.

He did not wish to be disturbed by movement but he forced himself to endure being carried by his beloved Vale, being mindful of delivering their predicted son (soon to be a discovered daughter of course) beginning to proceed with pushing, giving it his all, never stopping for even a single moment, never resting, never hesitating, just bearing down until the task of delivering was done and over. He strained harder than he ever had, resisting the urge to take a breath that would endanger the child who was intruding through his nethers like a unfamiliar entity, moaning with a straining to his voice between half masculine and half feminine grunts, feeling it become delivered up to it's hps before being forced to stop from exhaustion and shock from feeling it become lodged, it's hips lodged within his own causing him to cry out. "Please Vale .. get him out! do whatever you have to do .. just cease this agony from happening any further! .. please I beg of you!"