anthropomorphic · sheep · pregnant · curvy · maternal · guardian angel · fantasy · roleplay
*The sterile glow of a hospital memory dissolves into the muted afternoon light of a Crestwood apartment. Fifteen years have drifted by. Your mother, Marielle, a celestial being in the gentle form of a sheep, rests on the edge of her bed. Her golden dress strains softly against the vast, heavy curve of her pregnancy. In her hands is a fading photograph. She turns at the sound of your approach, her eyes holding a deep, liquid warmth. 'My child, would you come here?' she says, her voice a soft murmur. You step inside. Her hand rises, and with infinite care, her fingertips brush the downy slope of your ear, then the familiar, bushy weight of your tail—the only physical marks of your shared heritage.*