they were to be murdock's pups. she would name one for him.
a remarkably bold statement made so close to him, perhaps residing still on the opposite shore. bold, surely, for the sheepdog, who had become intimate only with one, and knew well the consequences of such an action. and yet such was the power of her guilt and desperation laden wishes, so that she too may begin to believe her sweet lie. avoidance was easier than facing the truth, and in the undignified late stages of her pregnancy, the truth was the last thing she wished to face.
and so she lay spread near the sea, a safe distance from the great beast that had nearly brought her end. thin, still, and yet no longer starving, she was content, in this moment.
once, she'd felt whatever was inside her, move. and hos still she'd stood, waiting, but the faint murmur did not return. that had been many days ago, and in her waking hours since she'd felt naught but stillness. muzzle fell to rest on the rocky strand, and the collie's tail shifted carefully behind her; for even in the sea that had near drowned her, there was beauty and promise.
a remarkably bold statement made so close to him, perhaps residing still on the opposite shore. bold, surely, for the sheepdog, who had become intimate only with one, and knew well the consequences of such an action. and yet such was the power of her guilt and desperation laden wishes, so that she too may begin to believe her sweet lie. avoidance was easier than facing the truth, and in the undignified late stages of her pregnancy, the truth was the last thing she wished to face.
and so she lay spread near the sea, a safe distance from the great beast that had nearly brought her end. thin, still, and yet no longer starving, she was content, in this moment.
once, she'd felt whatever was inside her, move. and hos still she'd stood, waiting, but the faint murmur did not return. that had been many days ago, and in her waking hours since she'd felt naught but stillness. muzzle fell to rest on the rocky strand, and the collie's tail shifted carefully behind her; for even in the sea that had near drowned her, there was beauty and promise.
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May 14, 2018, 06:28 PM
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@Stockholm and @Moorhen had finally gotten Coelacanth to rest long enough to give her aching muscles some semblance of relief. Long soaks in Wavewrack Lagoon had improved her mood as much as her mobility, and as she approached the gravid female now, the limp in her left forelimb was virtually undetectable. Within her jaws was a precious section of rich, fatty sea lion meat, the likes of which she usually only consumed during the Hunter’s Moon — but the pinniped had passed naturally, if somewhat gruesomely, after being attacked by a larger predator. Its carcass had washed up on the beach earlier that morning, to be carted inland by a handful of the seawolves.
Sneakily, Coelacanth had sequestered several portions for gifting — she wanted to make sure the island’s mothers and children received their fair share! On her immediate list was her lamb, first and foremost; the viridian-eyed dryad and her fire-kissed brood; the winter raven and her little snowbird; the bewitching girl with the jack-o’-lantern grin; and, of course, the collie.
She’d been looking for Moorhen, but it was a victory regardless to find the fine-boned, round-bellied female. A whuff of greeting puffed her cheeks around her gift. Her feathered tail wagged eagerly, and the birdlike tilt of her head wondered, “How are you?” as a soft whine of inquiry wheedled from her muffled mouth. Approaching rather fearlessly, taking liberties that she might not have taken so readily had Poppy been a full-blooded wolf instead of a full-blooded dog, Seelie set the meat within easy reach of the other girl’s muzzle and then stepped back. In one fluid motion, she too sprawled out on the sand, one feathered paw stretching forward in an appealing motion.
Together, the two oddly-fashioned creatures shared what stories they could, given Poppy’s fragile state and Coelacanth’s speech impediment. They bonded over their similarly domesticated backgrounds and the healing nature of the island, mused about the joined future of their children, and eventually curled together for a nap once the gravid female’s appetite had been quenched.
Sneakily, Coelacanth had sequestered several portions for gifting — she wanted to make sure the island’s mothers and children received their fair share! On her immediate list was her lamb, first and foremost; the viridian-eyed dryad and her fire-kissed brood; the winter raven and her little snowbird; the bewitching girl with the jack-o’-lantern grin; and, of course, the collie.
She’d been looking for Moorhen, but it was a victory regardless to find the fine-boned, round-bellied female. A whuff of greeting puffed her cheeks around her gift. Her feathered tail wagged eagerly, and the birdlike tilt of her head wondered, “How are you?” as a soft whine of inquiry wheedled from her muffled mouth. Approaching rather fearlessly, taking liberties that she might not have taken so readily had Poppy been a full-blooded wolf instead of a full-blooded dog, Seelie set the meat within easy reach of the other girl’s muzzle and then stepped back. In one fluid motion, she too sprawled out on the sand, one feathered paw stretching forward in an appealing motion.
Together, the two oddly-fashioned creatures shared what stories they could, given Poppy’s fragile state and Coelacanth’s speech impediment. They bonded over their similarly domesticated backgrounds and the healing nature of the island, mused about the joined future of their children, and eventually curled together for a nap once the gravid female’s appetite had been quenched.
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