She woke up to a sharp stining pain like no other. And when that happened she knew. They were coming.
Right now. She jumped up, cursing at Grimnir to get the hell out. Not that she was angry or anything, she just needed her space. She snapped at him, forcing her mate to go out into the evening.
She winced when the pain grew rapidly. Instinct told her to push. She dare not lay down while doing so. It was way too painful. It had taken awhile, but she managed to get the first one out. She kneeled down to the delicate child and started to lap away the birthing ooze, revealing a tiny ball of dark brown fur. She nudged the little thing close by her side, warming him up and making him nice and contempt. It would be great if he was the only one, but he was not.
A few hours have past before another cramp came. She pushed as hard as she could, leg strembling from the effort. When she heard a plop on the floor, she immediantely spun around to face her second child. Her tougue scraped against the second one, again cleaning it from the blood and birth coat. It was a girl, pelt of pure white with grey flecks draped against it. She resembled the look of the pup in her nightmare, which scent a chill down her spine.
I won't let anyone or anything hurt you.
As soon as she was finished washing the second one, yet another pain peirced through her. Only this time it felt worse. She whimpered with pain as she pushed her final pup out. Same routine. She licked the last one clean and studied him hard. He had a nice creamy coat with black around his muzzle. He looked a bit smaller than the rest, but still healthy in her eyes.
She let her body flop down on the floor. With a paw, she gmently nudged each pup to a teat, and watched them calmly. It was a weird feeling, but also calming. She had three healthy children and she was proud.
What the heck is going on here?! That's what he would say if he could speak. One moment he's in a nice warm comfortable womb, the next he's on the cold hard floor. He started to protest loudly with grunts and whines. Who dare bring him into this nightmare? But when he feels something warm across his back, he silents. Maybe this nice warm thing could stay forever?
When the warm thingy pulls away, he starts to protest again. That is until he was pushed into something warm and inviting. He decides to study it with his nose. It smells so wonderful. But what was he supposed to do with it? He pushes into the warm thing, mouth wide. He sucks on the teat and oh how amazing it was! He would never let anything get him away from this. He trys to wrap his whole body around it, protecting it.
Darkness greeted him while something rough pounded against his small body again and again. He protested the movement of being pushed back and forth as something removed a wet feeling from him. After the first unpleasant experience, he was then deposited by something warm and soft. Instinct guided him to an object that produced an enjoyable warm taste. He worked his paws around the squishy, chewy teat, encouraging the feast to fill his mouth and stomach. It only took him a few minutes to fill up on the milk. Once satisfied he was forced into a deeper darkness, one that engulfed time.
In what seemed like only a moment the dark brown pup was awoken by another warm body placed next to him.. He wasn't sure how to react, so he protested at it with a squeal. It smelled like the milk producer, but a tad different. He couldn't figure out what it was, but snuggled up to it and welcomed the deeper darkness again.
He did not waken when his brother was deposited by his sister. Sleep had too much of a hold on him. He would probably sleep until hunger would wake him again and force him to feed on the delicious milk. But until then he would enjoy the warmth of his family around him in his slumber.
She has finally grew slightly aware of her surroundings. It was like slowly waking from the world of nothingness to a world where something existed. It was warm but a bit crowded. She had found a comfortable position atleast once but there has been a few times where she needed to battle for her space. Sadly she couldn't really move to her liking. She was totally unaware of her actual movements but at the very least there was always a small change.
Change was happening faster as time passes. Suddenly it was cold without warning. She didn't like it here at all. Her comfortable spot didn't just change alittle but completely disappeared! She had to move and find that spot again. Before she knew it she was trying to crawl in hopes of recovering that spot she wanted to keep. Where was it? it was cold however she moved. It felt like she's been struggling for an eternity. She was deperate and without completely realising it she tried calling for help with a few small whines. Little did she know she was only suffering for just a few seconds but to her it was her whole life.
Help did come to her aid. Something warm touched her and instantly she tried to follow it. The comfy spot came back for her! It was time to give her all she couldn't lose it now. Even some unknown force pushed her to move on. This was destiny! After a couple a seconds her crawls paid off, She managed to reach a warm place but something was wrong. She couldn't get into it. There was something in the way. She only pushed for a moment until her senses picked up something good to eat. She did what came naturally and started to fill up her tummy with something delicious and warm. It wasn't the same comfort she had before but this wasn't bad either. After everything she's been through she could finally relax and rest. Hopefully the change has stopped, she didn't want to have to struggle again. She was ready to fight to keep her spot forever.
She watched with pleasure as her little Moon Children fed on her milk. She was so happy to have finally be able to welcome her pups into the world. None had died. None had any disabilities. They were perfect in her eyes. They were her children, so they were children of Moon. Lusa's mind was already racing, thinking of what their moon names shall be.
She looked up, eyes scanning the entrance. No one would be allowed by her children except their father. She looked back down at her puppies. They all seemed to be done eating, so one by one, she placed them into the warmest corner and hurried outside where
@Grimnir should be. "
Grim, " she whispered, "
You can come in now. Come see your children."
When it had been time for Lusa's birthing, Grim had been shunned from the den. He had paced outside rigid with worry. What if she had birthing complications? What if their pups came out with deformities? Grim would stop every so often to listen when Lusa cried in pain. He had growled, wishing she would have allowed him to be by her side to help her through it. But he wasn't going to argue with his love. If this is what she needed then he would give her space.
Time seemed to drag as the hours went by. Grim tore at a branch to let out frustrations, but it didn't help much. When he was finally deciding to just enter the den, that was when Lusa called him in. He quickly trotted in to see his beloved pups. They were all nestled together in a corner. Pride assaulted him in fullest. These were his pups.
His body froze, an uncontrollable small growl produced from his jaws before he cut it off. One of his pups was white. How could that be? Lusa was black, he was brown. As far as he knew none of his family line had white wolves. His gaze shifted to Lusa. Did she have arctic wolves in her family? Amber eyes turned back on the pups. That had to be the case. He was confused; unsure of how to respond to such a disgrace. But he couldn't do anything about it. Lusa didn't share the same feelings as he did toward white wolves. Grim immediately cut himself off from the pup, deciding that he would never acknowledge it as his.
His head lowered to inspect his other two pups. One was a dark brown and the other a creamy color with a brown muzzle. These two he would accept. Grim sniffed them, deciphering the scent as male. In the back of his mind he understood the white one was female. He was relieved that the two acceptable pups were of a proud color and had no deformities. Though one he liked more so than the other. He preferred his pups dark. It surprised him that they had no black wolves. He figured at least one of them would turn out to be like Lusa, but it did not disappoint him. What disappointed him was they white abomination. "These two I will raise to be the strongest, most protective males in the pack." Grim did not even want to mention the other. Tipping his nose forward he nuzzled his two heirs. "They will be great fighters and great defenders. They will be loyal to Blackfeather." His gaze turned to Lusa. "Would you mind if I named the dark one after my uncle? I would call him Baldur."
When the motherly source seemed to leave, he started to whine in a sort of terror. He didn't want to be alone in this cold place! But some other warm objects seemed to be right by his side, and he soon felt the vibrations of footsteps. There seemed to be alot. And little did he know, his father was here as well. He was only aware when he felt something poking into his fur, and he responded by placing his tiny mouth over a rough thing (his nose) and started chewing. He would chew everything he finds, 'cause that's the only way he will learn.
Something moved, jostling the pup awake. He cried out in protest at yet again being awoken. Then something he could only describe as wet poked him in the back. Baldur whimpered unaware that his father had just named him. Slowly turning, he pushed into the small warm body next to him in an attempt to be comfortable again. All he wanted to do was sleep and this new life kept waking him up. If only he could voice his annoyance to the world. One day he would be able to tell it not to wake him. For now he would have to deal with whimpers and squeals.
Soon enough though, he was fast asleep again. His pudgy belly, still full from the meal he had, slowly rising and falling with each breath. A little paw twitched as he dreamed in darkness. There would be no pictures, no scenes in his sleep until his eyes could clearly see the world.
She thought she would be able to rest after all these sudden changes but then suddenly everything changed again. The surroundings were on the move again. How come? There was no way to understand. The motherly warmth she felt was gone and the next moment she happend to be near other smaller warmth. The situation was getting worse but slowly, there was no telling how long this warm would stay.
Although she was tired she wanted to find that motherly warmth, She knew she would be very comfortable there. Not only that but that was were she could find her meal. She wiggled and crawled blindly with no real sense of direction. Little did she know she was slowly heading towards her father but suddenly everything became cold as she moved. There was regret, maybe she should have stayed with what she had before even if it wasn't the best. There was a small whine as she tried turning around but she was completely lost but she didn't give in so easily. She continued to crawl a wiggle her way around in hopes of returning to some place warm again.
Gonna fade with Chevalier. Feel free to skip him!
She noticed the look on her mate's face when he saw the white pup. The look of a sort of shock and disgrace. It confused her, especially since she didn't know his feeling towards white wolves. She thought that maybe he was shocked because as far as he knew, neither of them had a white coat. "
White fur is a dominate trait in my family." It was just the way it was.
She watched him move from her little girl to the two boys, telling her how great the
two would be. Not
three. He wanted to name the darkest pup after his uncle. "
I do not mind," she replied with a smile. She moved over next to the other two without names, blue eyes glinting with pride. "
I will name the other boy after my father, Chevalier." Her father's name was actually 'Knight' but Chevalier sounded more royal to her. "
And the girl I would name as a beautiful stone. Peridot."
So there were white wolves in Lusa's family. Grim felt a faint trace of disgust, but pushed it away. This was his mate and he loved her in her entirety. A simple glitch in the family gene wasn't enough to push him away from her. Though he really didn't enjoy the surprise of two lighter pups, wishing that Lusa would have told him before hand.
When he voiced his want of the darker pup being named after his uncle, Lusa accepted the name. He left the other two for her to name. Chevalier and Peridot. Grim wondered for a moment about his little killer's father, but movement distracted him. The white pup was crawling towards him. He took a step back, working hard to keep disgust off his face. The little abomination managed to bump into one of his paws. Grim went rigid with hatred. He pushed the pup back to the others, trying to be gentle for Lusa's sake, but accidently pushed a little too rough. Cringing at his mistake he said, "I didn't realize how fragile they are. I will have to try to be more gentle with them." He felt no remorse in his actions towards the white one, but he didn't want Lusa to think he would intentionally harm their pups. Which he didn't really want to. Even though he did not like the white pup, she was a part of himself and his mate.
She bumped into something, she wasn't quite sure what it could be but it did have a small warmth to it. But an unpleasent push was suddenly placed on her. It was rough and forceful, worse than droping on the hard ground. She didn't understand what was happening. Although she wasn't truely aware of it she called for help with her whines and cries, she was afraid. All the sudden changes were starting to get terrifying, she shouldn't have tried to find that warm place, she should have stayed at where she was.
Luckly after that forceful push she found the warmth of her brothers. Now all she wanted was to stay with this warmth as long as she could. It was a safe place. Out there in the cold seemed too dangerous. It just wasn't something she was ready for. Moments later she settled with her brothers and believed the safest place was between them. The danger seem to passed. All she wanted to do was sleep. Among her brothers she was able to sleep quickly. But still, she was a left a bit scared but that didn't stop sleep from coming.
Fade next post?
She watched nervously as Peridit slid across the floor from the not so gentle push from Grimnir. It made her awkward long tooth come out, something that hadn't happened for awhile, but dissapeared in a flash. "
Remember, their still just children. You must be extra careful." She didn't know if he had a litter before this with someone else, but if he hadn't this would be new for both of them. They would both be new parents.
Lusa's dark head went down to lick each pup softly before shifting over so they were by her belly. Blue eyes gazed up at her mate. "
Do you think there's a nerby cache? I could use for some food. The birthing was not easy at all. She could feel her legs slightly shaking still. Her head lie on the earth floor and she fell asleep.
He gave a sheepish grin as Lusa scolded him softly. "Sorry," he muttered. He glanced only briefly at the white pup. She had snuggled in with her brothers. Grim narrowed his eyes slightly. Why did they have to have a white pup? He longed for that pup to have been black like her mother. But there was nothing they could do. It was not up to them to choose how their pups would turn out.
Lusa mentioned something about food, causing Grim to stand. "I will fetch you some, my little killer." He watched as she feel asleep, nuzzling her before turning to go search for food. He hoped that prey would turn up quickly. It would be nice if he was able to lay down and take a nap with Lusa after a successful hunt. Maybe she would still be asleep when he got back, even if it took him a while to find something.