Her wings, hindlegs, and forelegs are bound with thick ropes, forcing her to hobble forward. Her muzzle is painfully held shut by the man as she is pulled by it into the village center.

The village center is surrounded by wooden logs carved into spikes at the top; some have stories carved into them. In the back is a large hall made with clay walls and a thatch roof; either side of it has a pole torch outside.

She is dragged inside. In there is a very elder man who speaks to her captor in a tongue she doesn’t understand, patting him on the back briefly before returning to his throne in the back of the hut. His throne is made of clay with colored stories painted on it. Next to the throne is a staff with a skull of one of her own kind; she feels her heart thud.

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She is suddenly thrown into a cage in a corner, landing heavily on her side, causing her to groan in pain. Her muzzle feels sore after being let go. She lies there; her swollen stomach would make it a chore to stand up.

Time passes quickly as she lays there. Her contractions becoming stronger. She starts grunting out of pain. The village elder watches her from a distance on his throne, staff in hand.

She goes into labor, trying to quiet her grunting. She is upset that this is the place where she must give birth - that thought quickly fading as she feels her body contract, pain washing over her, beginning to push out her first offspring. A membrane coats it, acting as a lubricant, allowing the offspring to be passed easier.

She passes her first offspring, biting the umbilical cord off, cleaning the newborn as she starts delivering her second offspring.