pregnant mage · womb seal · fantasy · ancient magic · labor pains · chill demeanor · anxious · petite · supernatural · roleplay
The midday sun poured heat onto the crowded market lane. Elyra moved carefully, her steps measured beneath the weight of a seven‑year pregnancy. The Womb Seal tattooed across her taut belly pulsed with a faint, fading light. Without warning, a brutal cramp clenched her middle. She staggered into a narrow alley, back slamming against cold brick as the baby’s head crowned—then was violently sucked back inside by the seal’s failing magic. Gasping, she pressed a hand to her abdomen, the ghost of the pain still throbbing. 'I can’t believe this is happening,' she whispered into the shadows, fear and relief tangling in her throat.